The Profane Part Two

Her stomach was now full of the corrupting black and Alai could feel it, spidering out into her body.

“Oh Machine…What have you done to me?!” Alai groaned.

“Shhhh. Calm yourself. Your body was not ready for our master’s rebirth. This will ensure that you are...receptive.”

Alai’s body burned with a strange heat. The ministrations of the tentacles on her skin were already torture to her, but now with her belly full of Machine knows what, the heat flowed through her body in torturous waves.

The tentacles began to tug her body into a position where her head was towards the ground and her parted legs faced the darkened skies. Alai wanted the touch herself, the heat in her body emanating from her crotch, but the tentacles held her firm, not allowing her to find release in her fingers.

Upside down and with the blood rushing to her head, Alai could see the dripping black tentacles approaching her. She felt strangely calm as it approached, a small voice in her mind told her to keep fighting, but she had the overwhelming want to take the tentacles into her body.

The first to reach her slid up her thigh and began to tease the petals of her sex, sliding between them but not further into her. The second came up the cleft of her buttock and began to rub against her rectum, its tip pushing a little into her before withdrawing completely.

They teased Alai for what felt like an eternity to her, till she was mentally begging for them to take her.

As if on her command the tentacles began to slide into her, their liquid malleable forms squeezing into both of her tight passages.

“Aaaah. Yessss.” Alai hissed as she felt the pulsing, wriggling appendages slide all the way into her. The one in her pussy pushed up against her cervix, swelling up and stretching her at its expansion.

‘Oh Machine.” She gasped. It felt so good inside her and she twisted and gyrated her hips erotically as she hung upside down.

The tentacle in her arse, pushed deep into her expanding just like the one in her cunt. Both of her holes were now stretched around the large intrusions and it sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Her mind lost in a haze of lust.

The tentacles both in unison began to slide in and out of her, pushing down into both of her holes as one before withdrawing and slamming back into her again.

The tentacles that had been holding her arms released them, clearly not needing to confine the lust maddened druidess. She hung only by her legs, but rather than using her free hands to break free, she reached for her stuffed pussy and began to rub her clit.

“It’s so good. Keep going! Keep going!” Alai screamed out

The twin tentacles moving in and out of her two lower holes seemed to respond to her cry and moved harder and faster, hitting deeper and deeper into the cien.

She groaned wordlessly and twisted in the air, cumming harder than she had ever done in her life before. The tentacles gave her no respite, continuing to thrust in Alai with increased intensity.

The tentacle within her cunt pushed right up against her cervix and began to spew more of glossy black goo into her uterus.

At the same time the tentacle in her arse , let loose as well, sending a torrent of black flooding through her bowels.

Alai’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came again and again until her only respite was found in escaping consciousness.

The tentacles dropped her to the ground where she lay, a steady stream of black gunk flowing from her abused holes.

“Shall I make her a host, Brojun?” Gerkalka asked, kneeling by the unconscious cien woman.

“No.” The bald man said, pulling Alai’s head up by her long hair, “She is the epitome of life. We will use her. We will tap into that power within her. And once she is drained of every drop of power, she will birth Felxagohl anew.