It had taken more of a human shape now, grabbing at Bria's ankles, flopping her face first onto the mattress, cock jilted inside her pussy, churning, and...now it feels like there's another phallus rubbing along her rear, like a corkscrew, which pushes into her body remorselessly.

She presses here eyes closes, hands bunch up into firsts as she feels the unusual sensation of something back there for the first time. Of course she is tense about that though suffice it to say the second cock, if indeed that was what it was, had been different from a normal human as it shifts shape behind her.

She whimpers though feeling the shards of pleasure that are unleashed as it moves inside her and against her as she tries to shut herself out to what is happening to her and about to happen concentrating on the pleasure instead ...

As the legs are pulled up and Bria's face pushes against the pillows, tentacles start to fasten around the girl's wrists, the beast's trunk feeling more formless, like a pillar, both cocks pistoning in and out of her abused holes, placing pressure on her sensitive spots, ones she certainly couldn't reach on her own. Twisting, turning, churning, Bria's lower body gets engulfed in the melting mass, sex and rear getting worked intensely...

The moment of dread is short lived as she barely has time to comprehend the dangers before it happens, her rear filled, either due to his intentions all along or because she had tried to flee, she doesn't know which as she is made to endure this.

“AAIIIEEEE!” Their is that initial moment of pain as that tentacle presses into her rump, the sensation adding to the more joyous one of that strange member pressing inside the chalice of her body. Pain soon turns to pleasure. Something has a calming effect on her as he tends to her though and both tentacle and cock are gripped as heat infuses her.

“OH GAWD!” She screams out as she is filled in unison feeling the tentacle press against the cock and vice versa as it pulses forth in a rhythm that keeps her moaning out against that attention.

The twin phalli thrust in faster and faster, friction heightening, squeezing the membrane between the two holes, her hips lifted up as Bria is flipped like a pancake onto her back, thick gel hands drawing up, kneading her young breasts, now appearing more formless, more of a mass of tentacles now, seeking to bring out her orgasm.

Flipped over Bria gazes up with terrified eyes though she is no longer expecting to see a werewolf nothing prepares her to greet the creature behind her, each of her holes stuffed her violation continues,, tears streaming down the sides of her face though a pleasant sensation rushes through her.

“OHH! AHH!” Her walls quiver against her say so, she cannot hold up against the onslaught as that tentacled creature drives into her forcing a gasp from her throat as she arches back and floods him with her release as her eyes press closed against the sensations that rush through her core.

Her breasts tingle with the manipulations of his grasp, her nipples achingly hard as her passage tightens against him, her essence spilling forth as she lets out a deep moan ...

Each bit of Bria's orgasm is dissolved into the dark gel, the beast rewarding her with a gush of its own ichor, the nanotechnology dye spurting inside the girl, dissolving, exciting every pleasure center in the girl at once, riding her spasms and writhing as best as it can, nipples tweaked as it slows down, the goo engulfing her legs massaging the muscles nice and slow...

“UHHH!” She feels it rupture inside her, as a familiar warmth sweeping inside tremble passages as it slows bit by bit atop her though he had barely stopped there, bot content as she feels her breasts being played with, that gel upon her legs massaging her in a slow rhythm.

Bria pants beneath the obvious shape shifter no longer a beast though something else entire as she shudders in an effort to breath unsure of what he had in store for her then,

not even realizing that their was anything inserted into her along with the cum as she merely stars up at him, watching with the belief that this had not the last of it.”

After Bria has fully relaxed, the black gel coalesced, taking a more humanoid form, opaque black but with a defined body. The tendrils drew out of her sore holes, yellowish eyes regarding the tramp's gasping form, stroking her hair from her face...a rather tender action considering the earlier roughness. It leaned close, whispering into her ear.

"So, is that enough inspiration for you? Just a simple yes or no...and no questions..."

No questions, who or what it was as it transformed before her she could not say with any real certainty outside of another one of the guests here. The fact that he took on such a shape before her earlier, that of the werewolf indicated that he may have had some sort of Telepathic ability.

No, wait, he mentioned inspiration … it was just as likely that he had read portions of the story she had been working on and inferred that the scene was set up for a nice rape … though of course she was not going for the erotica element.

Coloring, there was a blush that stained her features as she looked up.

“T-That is enough i-inspiration.” Of course, she had not been inspired as far as the main tale went but that erotic short story based on the ongoing seen was coming along nicely in her mind.

"Good. If you're ever stuck again, I'll be sure to find ya. I love inspiring young artists.". The humanoid form leaned in, giving a rather romantic kiss, quite out of place considering the rough molestation it had given Bria. Sliding off of the girl's nude body, it coalesces into its more familiar slime shape, giving her a wave as it makes it's way to the door.

Another one of these creatures to add to her encounters and her second gastropod as she had encountered Marlin earlier and had even bargained with him, setting up Daphnee in the process which was something she always regretting.

Surprised, her lips are captured in a manner that they had never been taken before, at least not here amongst the denizens and it surprises her as much as it surprises here that this torment had been over. Did he mean it, was he intending to come back? Was he simply keeping her on edge? Dreading such a time and yet causing her body to look forward to another bout of writer's block.

She cannot say with any certainty of course and simply lays there, exhausted on the bed as she watches his retreating form. She does not move though waiting a long while before she comes to the conclusion that he really did leave here, of course she needed another shower and the time to reflect though the thing was with his powers of shifting shape would she know it had been him, whoever he was ...