The Nightbringer couldn't help but be absolutely delighted as the game continued to twist, unfold and change around them. At first he had merely meant to scare the girl witless and then chase her for a bit before pouncing on top of her and having his way with her until he was completely satisfied. It wasn't really a sophisticated plan, but the plan itself wasn't were the fun lay. Horror, fear and emotion are tricky things to predict and it requires an even hand and a great deal of patience and planning to do right. Or at least what he considered right...BUT that didn't even matter anymore. How much greater the game had become as he had learned about her lover and how much more he planned on twisting this particular knife. Especially with her latest reaction.

Thomas pained face twists into rage as her untrusting and distant words reached his ears, "I...I...came back...for you! You must love me...I will make you love me!" His dreadful eyes brim to life with his hurt and angry words as his fingers squeeze against her bare flesh for just a moment. Dropping back down to his knee's, his fingers yank at her panties pulling them from her hips and down around her ankles. The tendrils around her legs pull at them, spreading them apart a bit as his face lifts upwards quickly, burying his face between them and his tongue against her exposed slit.

The two black tendrils on his back finally lash forward, coiling around her covered bosum as they begins to slide back and forth against them, squeezing them roughly a stark contrast to the warm, soft tongue of Thomas' as it dart against her womanly folds.

Ella's heart felt like it was breaking all over again, the rage and pain in Thomas' voice, his expression, all crashing down on her. She tried to reply, to soothe his fury, to express how deeply she still loved him, even in such a monstrous visage. Her words caught in her throat, a strange hitching gasp replacing her intended message as his fingers dug painfully into her pale skin. She looked down in mingled horror and despair as he tugged her panties down, the tentacles seeming to move to his will as they parted her shaking legs for him.

"Thomas n-ohh! S-sto-ahh!" her pleas broke and scrambled as he buried his face between her warm supple thighs, his tongue on her bare sex causing her to stop breathing in sheer delight at the almost forgotten, but exquisitely familiar sensation. Her breath came back in a squeak when the tentacles wrapped around her cotton shrouded orbs, squeezing the pliant flesh with unbearable roughness. She couldn't handle the dichotomy of the assault, the contrast of rough against gentle, the monstrous against the man. She was terrified but her body was melting against Thomas' face, her hips rolling slightly against his lapping, eager for more, desperate for it. She wanted him, needed him in the worst way. She longed to feel him against her, in her, moving in that slow rhythm of passion they had indulged in so long ago. But she couldn't stop the terror at what he had become from curdling her ability to let go and simply enjoy his attentions. God, why was this happening?

The tip of Thomas' tongue pressed hard against the sweet lips of her sex, tracing them with its every movement and drinking in her growing wetness. Growling once again, his hands begin to massage her silken thighs and legs, groping, squeezing them...almost desperately needing and wanting to savior the feeling. He could feel her body warming to his touch yet remained nearly perfectly stuck between her own emotions at the horrors that danced about the room and her the image of her lover teasing at her and lulling her into a deeper lust. Her hips and body were moving almost instinctually as she tried to grind herself against his tongue, yet he only just teased her as his head moved with her rocking as his tongue continued to flick her soft folds.

The tentacles wrapped around her and trapping her ample breasts dripped with a warm slime, coating the cotton fabric as they continued to maul and fondle them roughly. Rolling and kneeding the tentacles pulled at her breasts, causing the soaked bra to begin to slowly tear and come apart as if it were nothing more than tissue. Right at that exact moment the dark being ever disguised as Thomas' nudges his tongue hard against her clit, grinding his tongue to her as if spurred by her every moan and move. Inwardly the sinister shade held a smile that it hadn't had in years...and he meant for this newest game to last for awhile.

Ella could feel herself slipping, feel her body growing hotter and hotter, every flick of that wonderful tongue another degree on the thermometer. She felt like she would burn by inches, teased into combustion by her disturbingly aggressive lover. She started to shake less in revulsion, and more in primal, thoughtless lust, her honeypot thoroughly soaked from his saliva and her own juices. It was heavenly, her baby giving her that loving attention she'd so badly missed. She wanted to melt into his hands on her legs, curl her toes against his back to pull him closer. But something was stopping her, holding her back, something slim-.

The glorious haze clouding her mind lifted slightly, her eyes drifting open and focusing hazily on the warm, dripping tentacles mauling her breasts. Why were they doing this? Everything would be perfect if Thomas was just Thomas. She felt her bra eroding away to nothing and trembled, the lust from below and the revulsion from above working in disquieting harmony to undulate her taut body. It was like she was trapped in a hell made just for her. The one thing she truly wanted most, gone wrong, tarnished by something she neither understood, nor wanted. But...did it matter? Could she tolerate the slimy protrusions, if it meant having her Thomas back, have him in her arms again?

She moaned out in mingled frustration and shame, her mind spiraling in different directions, while her body bulldozed straight toward the delectable sensations both man and monster gave to her. She felt hot, feverish, like she was sick. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, her fingers twitched furtively, weak like a newborn. She was going mad, drowning in her ow-

Like flicking on a switch, Ella knew nothing but white hot pleasure, her thoughts blasted away in the sharp bolts sent up her spine by the flicking tongue on her clit. She bucked against his mouth with wanton need, moaning breathlessly, her eyes rolling, toes curling and uncurling as he drove her to the very doorstep of release.

"Ahhhnn! Hnnmm! P-please! Ohhh! Thomas! Thomas!"

The dark being growled in its own primal lust at her as he watched the passions play and roll through her body, steam rolling over whatever horror had been gripping her. Her tender womanhood coated his tongue as he began to rub it fully against those soaking folds, lapping deeply at her juices and nearly letting his tongue push those same folds apart and inside of her lusting body. Her lustful taste and smell hung about his senses fueling his efforts, driving him into a near frenzy as his own body so desperately wanted to fold itself against hers once more and ravish ever last single inch of her. She wasn't struggling to escape, she was struggling to try and ever so wantingly to pull her once lover closer, to spur him on, to be with him. It was invigorating the emotions he could see in those eyes of hers and hear in her soft yet musical moans.

His hands slip up from her thighs curling around onto her behind as he pulls her away from the door, squeezing her well toned ass between his fingers and driving his tongue deep into her as his grey lips press firmly against her own, drinking her in, his red eyes merely just staring up...watching. The tendrils trapping her legs pulled at them a bit more, spreading them just a bit more as his tongue wiggles hard inside of her. Squeezing down once more, the tentacles around her breasts finally slip free from them, pulling and tearing the rest of her bra into pieces. Turning about, the two tendrils snap forward as the little hole on the tip of their phallic head suctions onto her hardened nipples, smooshing her breasts as they push against her body and begin to suckle softly at her little buds.

The Nightbringer had known from her reaction and seeing his current horrible visage that she was likely conflicted about what she was experiencing. Though he wondered just how conflicted as even with the few things he had already done, he could feel her giving in to her lost lover.

Ella was barely aware of anything but the man between her legs, the hands on her thighs, the warm tongue lapping at her nether lips, teasing them oh so sweetly. The sight of the tentacles writhing over her breasts faded from her attention, though the waves of hot sensation from their mauling of her tender skin contributed to the nearly overwhelming tension in her body, the urgent need for release. She was too worked up, too overwhelmed. She needed to cum or she felt she'd go insane.

Fortunately, it seemed the apparition of her love had just that in mind. She gasped and moaned incoherently, her breath hitching at each near penetration of that wonderful tongue. Her hands twisted with the twining tentacles, clutching them tightly for support as her hips left the cold wood of the door, strong fingers digging into her taut little rump and pulling her forward for easier access. At the first push of his tongue into her, she mewled softly, her legs shivering like a leaf in a high wind as they were pulled further apart, not even trying to fight it, willingly moving to let him do as he wished.

The sudden loss of pleasurable sensation as the tentacles left her breasts pulled her vague attention back to them, her head rolling weakly to look at them, just in time for them to rip her bra completely off. She yelped in shock, the pain mingling with the pleasure, adding a strange but not unpleasant undertone to it all. Her back violently arched as the twin suckers attached to her nipples, the suckling making her spasm in time, little twitches of reaction to the pleasure. The sudden pressure of their grinding the soft mounds against her chest pushed her back down, curving her body more tightly against the man between her legs, shoving her slippery slit more forcefully against his face, pushing his tongue even deeper.

"Oh God! Just...haaahhh!...just a little...mmoohhh...more!"

Nuzzling his face between her legs with a near feral growl his tongue slipped deeper inside of her, tasting her desire as it rolled against her inner walls. Thomas' fingers and palms dig in to her tight backside, squeezing the flesh betwen them as he drives his tongue in and out of her guiding her ever closer to that release her body and mind so desperately craved. Then he just stopped, slipping his tongue back out from her and letting the tip of his tongue grind against her, rocking with her own desperate movements before coming to a stop back at her clit. Squishing the tip of his tongue firmly against her tender little bud, rolling it around and flicking at it as his fingers clamp down upon her smooth tush.

The tendrils pushed and proded against her breasts, sucking and nibbling upon her lightly colored errect nipples, twisting on them as the long cord of their base continues to shake and dance from her lovers back. Her sultry and sweet taste, her husky yet vunerable smell and the way each word was moaned and rolled out from her perfect lips it was nearly enough to cause The Nightbringer simply drop the pretense. Nearly. His tongue continued to flick across her womanhood, pushing and pressing as if trying to milk her sexual juices out of her body.

In a husky whisper he simply just purred at her, with a Mmmmm.

The sudden cessation of his tongue's deep thrusting into Ella had caused her to squirm madly, whining like a needy puppy, only to rock her body with convulsions the next moment as he took her clit with his tongue, rolling and flicking it. Almost....almost....there. She moaned a loud, long note of passion, almost a siren howl by the end, her head rolling wildly, hair a frenzied mane as wave after wave of pure feeling washed over her, pushing her over the edge.

Her thighs shook violently, her legs only prevented from locking around him by the binding tentacles. Her overstimulated little honeypot overflowed with her juices, the trickle becoming a slight flood as her body arched and bowed like a serpent dancing to a flute. The nibbling and tugging on her nipples prolonged the powerful orgasm, her near yowl of release tapering off into sporadic squeals and gasps. Her mind whited out, pleasure devouring her every fear, burying her in sensation. This was what it was supposed to be like. This is what her baby did to her. Thomas. His name whispered through the exquisite void, riding on a husky purr filtering to her ears through her own sounds of lust.

Thomas' mouth clamps directly onto her drenched sex his tongue lapping at her hot juices and drinking them down with a growl as his tongue begins to prod and flick against her inner walls, just barely pushing inside of her during her intense orgasm. The sound of her voice moaning in sweet release and bliss only spurred his efforts, driving his face forcefully between her legs wanting to get every last drop of her juices and extract every last ounce of her pleasure. As it had begun to subside his tongue slips free once again as it grazes up over her clit and then slowly licking his way up her stomache. His tongue twisting into her belly button pausing for a moment as he traces her soft curves with his tongue. Keeping her tight ass palmed with one hand, the palm of his other grinds against her sweaty flesh as it drops between her legs. The very tips of his index and middle fingers spread out as pushes up against them once more while his tongue explores her body.

Even her sweat tasted good to his tongue as he could feel her muscles tightening and tenses with his ever action. The tentacles suckling at her breasts gnaw lightly, yanking and pushing against her breasts before looping back around them and squeezing down forcing her breasts to jut out between their shadowy mass forcing them into the wanting suckers attached to her nipples. His fingers began to grind back and forth, tips just barely forcing her slick honey lips to part as he moves them about her. Her raw sexual need and energy was intense as he could feel warmth just pulsing from her body and a heavy heat rolling from the folds of her lust soaked sex.

The tension slowly leaked out of Ella's body, her entire being a throbbing mass of waning pleasure. Her breath came in ragged, quick pants, gradually getting her wind back. She shifted sensuously, the feeling of his tongue on her clit dulled, but still enough to elicit a little shiver out of her hips. Her stomach muscles tightened under his featherlight touch, rippling and curling in the wake of his movements. Her even white teeth worried at her lower lip gently, her breath deepening as she felt him spread her open with his fingers, a twinge of embarrassment filtering through the haze of afterglow.

She moaned softly, barely audible, the gnawing of the tentacles on her breasts almost painful in her hyper-sensitive state. She rolled her head back down to look blearily at her lover as he crawled up her body, mentally blocking the view of the black cords wrapped around her bosom, even though she could clearly feel the malleable flesh squeezing between their coils. She arched her back unconsciously, giving the suckers what they wanted, presenting them her still engorged nubs. She smiled dreamily down at her baby, her Thomas, sighing happily as the feeling began to return to her limbs, the sensation of his fingers stroking and spreading her smooth pink folds relighting the spark of fire in her belly.

"M-more? You want...hmmmm...more baby?" she murmured lazily, a vacant smile drifting across her face. She would give him anything he wanted, anything. Her baby was back.

Thomas' tongue traveled languidly up her glistening, curvy body, dragging his tongue fully between her trapped breasts as he stood once more before her. His fingers ground the rough tips against her burning snatch, feeling the heat and juices warming and coating his hand as he just barely slips those fingers into the shallow folds of her inner walls while ever still moving back and forth. His other hand still firmly cupped against her tight rump, pushing and pulling as her body driving her against his hand between her legs. His nightmarish eyes watching her every twitch and movement, as his only answer given to her question was that as he brought his mouth down to hers, kissing her deeply. His lips and tongue smeared her own juices against hers as his tongue darted into her mouth, moaning into her mouth with a hard, wanting lust.

The tendrils coiled around her breasts shook a bit as they began to knead and squish against her pillowy flesh, suckling, nibbling and ever teasing her body with their actions, as if reacting to Thomas' own lusts and feelings.

Ella wiggled her waist playfully as his tongue reached her chest, pressing her groin against his fingers. She remembered those long, graceful digits, their tenderness and care on her skin. The thought of previous encounters warmed her further, turning her smile more mischievous. Her teeth worried her lower lip once more as those talented fingers slipped into her soaked folds, drawing subdued hums and groans of rising pleasure, her body preparing for round 2.

She couldn't look away from his crimson gaze, the unnatural color unsettling her the longer the looked, feebly struggling against the afterglow of release, and the rising tide of fresh arousal. Her unease shivered into splinters as he claimed her lips, her own tongue eagerly meeting his own, slightly more turned on by the taste of herself on his skin. His moan into her mouth set her off on a full body grind, her whole frame wriggling with pride and pleasure at the effect she had on him. With her mind thoroughly occupied by the passionate kiss, the vigorous assault of the tentacles upon her flushed and heaving breasts became a pleasantly tingling background to the scene.

Thomas' fingers slip and grind against her slick folds, spreading her lips apart as his middle finger rubs against the shallow depths of her soft inner walls. The hand cupping her taunt rear slowly begins to crawl up her body, his fingers groping and tracing every line of her back before his palm rests against the back of her neck, pulling himself and her deeper into the passionate kiss. His tongue intertwinning and wriggling against hers like an eel, as he groans deeply at her willing return, matching with her own fiery lust. Breaking the kiss, he keeps his mouth barely hovering against hers almost touching before lightly kissing her bottom lip and taking a small nibble at it, holding it between his teeth for just a moment. The tendrils around her breasts shift back and forth, keeping her perfect mounds trapped between their warm slimy flesh, pulsing as they squeeze down, never hard enough to hurt just a firm, wanting grope as their little mouths suckle and nibble endless at though wonderous orbs.

"Do you still... want... me Ella?" His voice was still like a dark whisper though husky with lust. Stepping in close, the tendrils around her breasts finally pull themselves free from her as he grinds his chest to hers pushing her back up against the door as her breasts flatten to his body. Sliding his cheek against hers, his mouth planting little kisses all the way to her ear as he exhales his hot breath upon her before biting down playfull upon her ear lobe. The dark monster presses his finger up against her lust covered groin a bit more, letting his finger rock back and forth between the folds of her sex lips, ever teasing her, wanting her, almost as if needing her answer to be yes.

Ella moaned sweetly into Thomas' mouth, her eyes fluttering closed from the tingling building in her belly, his fingers stroking across her exposed depths giving her more and more excitement as the afterglow faded. She sagged slightly in the grasp of the tentacles, no longer able to support herself without his hand squeezing her rear, though this only served to push her more fully against his hand, forcing his fingers deeper into her. Her moans became pitiable whines as he pulled her head forward, crushing her lips to his, claiming her forcefully. She was beginning to enjoy the feeling, the odd sensation of being helpless to resist. It made the experience more liberating, easier to accept, if she had no choice but to submit to his desires.

She breathed shallowly as he released the kiss, gasping softly as he playfully nibbled and bit at her lips, her fire sparking a bit higher as she returned the favor, stroking her nose against his in an eskimo kiss, her smile soft as she remembered the times they'd done that in the past. It was perfect, all of it, except...she couldn't quite dispel all of her unease at the tiny mouths suckling at her nipples, regardless of the pleasure they gave her. They just couldn't be real, shouldn't be real.

And just as she thought of it, they were gone, replaced by his warm chest pressing against her feverishly hot breasts. She squeaked in surprise as he crushed her against the door, sandwiching her against the cold wood. She struggled to understand the question through the haze of doubt and pure sensory bliss, her neck arching upward as he kissed his way up her pale jaw, squirming against his body as he nibbled her ear. She tried to form words, her thoughts dulled by his incessant teasing into the depths of her honeypot.

"Hmmmnn...aahh..yes baby...always..." she whispered into his ear, her mind roiling but resolved. Better to damn herself to a false heaven, than wallow in her own personal hell.

Thomas' warm body grinded against her, pinning her tightly to the door and shoving her pert little rear firmly into his groping hands. His warm chest crushing against her breasts as his firm body causing her hardened nipples to shift along with his every movement. His fingers continue to ever playful tease and dance upon the girls soaked and pouty womanhood, his finger tips pushing between those sweet lips ever threatening to enter further into her silky depths as they slip back and forth. Upon hearing her response to his question, he gives off almost a happy moan as he kisses her ear lobe once more, sucking the soft flesh into his mouth and suckling upon it. Taking a deep breath, the dark monster inhales her scent deeply his nose presses against her ear as he growls deeply at her once more.

Pulling his head back slightly, he whispers once more And just what do you want? The whispered words seem to echo the word "want" inside of her ear before fading back to nothingness as he speaks.

He enjoyed watching her body writhe at his touch and hearing her sweet voice moan so lustfully in blissful surrender to her dark lover. With a small mental command the tendrils coiled around her calves and down to her ankles pulled her legs free from the wall and wrapped them around Thomas' hips, driving her hot body harder against his and nearly letting his tormenting fingers slip inside to her silken walls. The dark monster chuckled inwardly at how the game had progressed and was rather looking forward to just how everything would turn out at the eventual end...of course that was still a long ways off.