As Octavia attempted to prop herself she suddenly felt more of tentacles move against her. Suddenly tentacles wrapped around her thighs as another pair wrapped around each of her arms. The young royal soon found herself that completely entangled in the tentacles as they bound her and prevent her moving at all. The poor woman attempted to break herself free, but the Crawler was simply too strong. N-no....ahhhh....I...I was-s s-so c-close....

The tentacles wrapped around breasts were beginning to grow intensity as the appendages continued to rub and massage her breasts mercilessly. The pink haired princess looked down and saw the tentacles open up their tips to reveal little suckers. The Princess shook her head no, before they dove on to her nipples and began to latch on. She let out a loud moan as her head pointed upwards in surprise on how pleasurable it felt to have her nubs being pulled on.

It was all this was going on, the poor princess failed to notice that another tentacle wrap around her panties. It suddenly tugged hard against the garment. The poor woman could feel her panties get pulled against her vulnerable sex as it dragged across her netherlips. The poor woman gasped and moan as she felt the creature tug and pull on her panties forcing the garment to rub constantly against her nether lips. Soon the poor panties were wet with the Princess's arousal as she was being driven closer to the Harvester's goal...

The Harvester did not let up for a single moment as it kept on manipulating the royal Princess ruthlessly, completely focused on keeping her distracted and unable to resist properly. It went on for moment after agonizingly long moment, every tentacle in place, every appendage doing what it did best, all of them working in perfect cooperation to force her toward a climax...

Then, a small respite came as the tentacle suddenly tore away the panties, leaving Octavia utterly bare and vulnerable to the Crawler now. Though it might have seemed as if she was now doomed, her last, flimsy defense against the creature now gone, it was a blessing in misfortune as the creature now saw its opportunity to do what it was designed to do. The tentacles suddenly abandoned their hold on Octavia and withdrew quickly as the Crawler scurried quickly over her behind, worming its way in between the Trixian's legs and ultimately into her wet sex, the tentacles now wrapping themselves around her thighs and hips.

It would certainly still be difficult to move for Octavia, but she was no longer completely helpless. After all, her salvation still remained before her within the room that had caught her attention just now, and with effort, she could surely make it there and find a way to dislodge the horrid creature trying to bury itself into her womanhood...

Octavia gasped and moaned as she felt the tentacles continue to suck on her nipple even as other tentacles wrapped around her breasts continued to massage and rub her breasts. The tentacle wrapped around her panties continued to tug harder and faster on the material, forcing the materials to rub between her nether lips. The poor woman could only moan as she could feel herself being driven closer and closer to an orgasm.

Then suddenly her panties ripped apart, as she felt the somewhat cooler air hit her sex. The creature tossed the remains to the side and suddenly retracted its tentacles. The poor princess was stunned for a second not believing what was going on, until the creature began moving down her rear. The young woman struggled to get up and move, now realizing that she could make it to the room. It was difficult as the creature had now wrapped around her legs and hip as prepared to position itself underneath her womanhood. Slowly by surely the pink haired princess made her way to the door.

The door was fortunately unlocked and the royal was able to open it fairly easily. It was dark inside but she had little choice as she struggled to get in the room. As she moved further in the room, the lights came on to show she had entered. It had turned out that the royal had not entered an armory or an escape pod like she had thought, but it was apparently the station commander quarters.

The room had mirrors on all walls and the ceiling. The furniture looked like it was finely made but also mirrored, only the outlines of knobs, drawers and furniture was covered in brass to let people know where the furniture began and end. In the center of the room was a round bed with a slight indentation in the middle of it. The Princess was stunned to find herself in such a room, she began to wonder what kind of station commander would live here. The door behind her shut as it was programmed to do when someone had gotten far enough into the room. Meanwhile the Harvester had continued to position itself where it could best take advantage of her...

Indeed, the Crawler had not been idling about the entire time, but preparing itself. And only once when it had sensed that its prey was distracted enough, by what it did not care, the creature brought two of its tentacles up to Octavia's nether lips, the tips opening up as the suckers had. But this time, instead of what they had done recently, the tips served as tiny manipulators, clamping down onto her lips and spreading the royal pussy open, already drenched with arousal after all of its efforts and the increasingly heavy dose of the pheromones which flooded the environment, even within the station commander's quarters.

Seeing the opportunity now, the Crawler made the move and began burrowing itself into Octavia, ridges all around its length clawing against her inner tunnel in order to inflict as much pleasure as possible. It took the creature a good deal of time to bury itself completely within Octavia, only the tentacles remaining outside to keep a hold on her thighs and hips. Buried within her, the Harvester began the great task, initiating the Harvesting Cycle in order to continue its evolution that had been interrupted earlier. With a tight hold on the Trixian's thighs, it was easy for the Harvester to exert even more force on Octavia, now withdrawing and pushing itself back into her, over and over again much like a true cock. And all the while, it never ceased squirming and flexing, reaching as deep and as wide as it could within the royal.

Octavia had not noticed what was going on below her until she felt some thing reach and play with her netherlips. The young woman gasped as she looked down, already a pair of tentacles had formed tiny manipulators and were pulling her lower lips as far apart as they could. Already the creature was positioning itself to make its way up into the Princess's wet sex. The young woman shouted, No, please not. Not now. Not now!!

The creature moved up and began to push into her royal sex, the Princess head suddenly pointed upwards as she felt the Crawler burrowing into her. She could feel every ridge of its body as they rubbed up against her velvet walls. The pink haired princess stumbled backwards as she felt the monster slowly work its way deeper inside her. The tentacles remained wrapped around her thigh and hips keeping the creature tightly attached to her. The poor woman attempted to pull the creature out, but to no avail. Already it began to move back and forth inside her. The young woman moaned as she stumbled forward.

The Princess stumbled as her arms caught her before she crashed into the circular bed. As she was caught over it, her head and breasts bounced with every thrust by the Harvester. The pink haired princess looked up but all she could see was a reflection of herself as she was being taken by the creature...

Her shouts went ignored by the Harvester which merely kept on fucking the royal ruthlessly, its tentacles already growing longer and more developed from the gathering of her juices. The creature did not seem perturbed by the Trixian's fall onto the bed, still hammering away at her hard and fast, the sight of its end sliding in and out of her pussy quite clear to Octavia as she had nothing else to watch but that, thanks to the station commander's dubious interests. Before long, the tentacles had begun to wrap around Octavia's legs, restricting them and forcing them even further apart.

Whenever it was simply an concidence or on purpose, the tentacles' actions had too forced the royal's behind to be lifted up somewhat, giving her an even better view of her rape from the mirrors as other tentacles began their ascend up her waist and stomach, slowly spreading over her body, all the while as the Crawler began to evolve down a different path, influenced by the Trixian princess' unique genes. It would be the awakening of something even more terrible than all the Harvesters seen thus far...

Octavia gasped as she she felt the creature continued to thrust into her as fast and hard as it could. The poor royal could not look way as any where she looked, she could see through the mirrors each thrust of the creature as a wave of pleasure rode through her. The princess could feel the tentacles starting to grow as they became thicker around her hips and thighs. She spent a few precious moments moaning and struggling with the creature. T-this is not sup....ahhhh....suppose to b-be happen to m-me. Not..uhhh...to.....me.

Soon the royal could feel the tentacles wrapping around her legs, forcing them further apart. Soon the Princess could feel the tentacles forcing her derriere up where Octavia could see what the creature was doing to her as the pleasure was building inside her. The royal hands gripped the covers tightly as she was continiously ravaged. But when the more tentacles began to move to her waist and stomach, the poor royal realized that the creature was about to overwhelm her. The young woman began to pull herself further down the bed in hopes of trying to reach for a night stand. Although she wasn't sure it would be in arms reach.

It simply did not matter whenever it was supposed to happen to the royal or not. Had no misfortune fallen the Trixians, instead being allowed to enjoy peace and prosperity, it would have only been inevitable before the day came that the Harvesters would spread to their world as well. Instead of a world being consigned to the fate of being harvested by the creatures, it was only three of their numbers that suffered this crisis, a good trade for any who wished to look at the big picture. Unfortunate that this line of thinking was entirely beyond the distressed Octavia, all too preoccupied with the horror of being raped by something she had no knowledge of, could not even begin to identify without considerable scientific knowledge.

The creature kept on hammering away against her cunt, the entire length throbbing with metamorphosis as the tentacles kept on growing, accelerated by the nutrients it was harvesting from her sex now. For anyone who was experienced with the Harvesters, it would have struck them strange that the creature was already transforming, and this time into something else entirely than any of the known strains. In nature, sometimes things inexplicably changed, and not always for the better. In this case, it was now one of those times.

The tentacles began to bulge, new genetic information flowing through them, the great forces of evolution hard at work, achieving something new that would have taken countless generations to achieve. As the pleasure threatened to overwhelm Octavia's body and mind, there was something else, something different. It brushed against her mind, psychically, this mysterious entity. It did not seem to feel malevolent nor did it appear to be benevolent. In a way, it was as if it simply was, a part of the natural world. And from the feeling it gave off, it seemed to want the Trixian, reaching out toward her instinctively...

The Princess continued to drag herself further down the bed as she tried to pull herself away from the Harvester. It was hopeless of course with the creature buried in her sex. The young woman could feel her aroused breasts brushed up against the covers as she attempted to move forward. The princess could only wonder what her handmaidens were experiencing, before she let out a loud moan as the creature seemed to the pick up the pace.

She could feel the monster inside her throb as it absorbed more of her juices, intent on harvesting her for every last drop that she could produce. She could feel the tentacles getting bigger as they covered more of her body and continued to get thicker. While someone who knew about the Harvesters would have been amazed at its sudden growth, the Princess could only moan as the creature hit a particularly sensitive spot. The poor princess could feel the pleasure inside her start to build as she continued to struggle to get away.

But there was no escape from the creature as tentacles began to bulge, feasting of the ravishing of the poor royal. The Princess moaned again as the pleasure was beginning to overwhelm her mind. Already the poor pink-haired princess was beginning to project her lust for anyone nearby to feel. It was then that she felt something brush against her mind, Octavia froze in place as she turned towards the creature that was taken her. As she did, she became absolutely positive that it was calling for her, and that it was projecting it need for her...

Flesh tore apart as the Harvester continued to evolve, new flesh growing from within as the creature kept on ravaging the Trixian princess' pussy, never relenting from its forceful thrusts. Instead, it had been driven on to fuck Octavia harder and harder, influenced by the royal's lust being projected all around. It was a dangerous evolution as the Harvesters had acted solely on instinct and with the colony's guidance only; for one to begin developing sentience and even respond to influence outside its species was a terrible development for others. It meant that the Harvesters were now getting even more dangerous than ever, becoming more capable than they had ever been. If the creature was not destroyed quickly, its newfound abilities would spread through the colony, strengthening them all as a whole...

Tentacles, now more developed than ever, began to wrap around the Trixian's chest, sliding over her shoulders and arms, restricting movement even more. Yet more coiled around her breasts, squeezing them roughly as yet other tentacles opened their tips up in a familiar action, latching onto the hard nipples and tugging on them forcefully. From within these tentacles, something had changed within them and the Trixian would be able to feel pinpricks against her nipples, followed by the sensation of hot liquid being injected into her breasts. The poison acted far quicker than any of the other chemicals the Harvesters had ever produced, a sudden onslaught of sensations spreading through the royal's breasts, rendering them far more sensitive to pleasure. Not only that, the complex sequences of chemicals involved would lead to Octavia's bust growing in size, an effect that would be only temporary though she would not know it yet...

The psychic touches continued to brush against Octavia, steadily growing stronger as they probed against the royal's mental defenses, becoming more forceful and bold as they explored. If she did not focus herself more, they would surely break through and begin worming into her psyche, and that was almost certainly a bad thing, as it meant that she would fall under its control.

Octavia watched in horror as the creature continued to grow, tentacles forming out of existing tentacles. The Princess let out a loud moan as she suddenly felt the creature begin to thrust harder and harder into her tender sex, the young woman arms collapsed as she fell forward on to the bed. For a few moments she lay there gasping as her head and breasts rubbed across the soft material of the covers on the bed. She could feel her own lust beginning become to become too much as her body seemed to fill with pleasure. The royal slowly attempted to fight it off one last time as she struggled to push herself up one more time.

However it was already too late for the Princess. Tentacles began moving over her body had now began wrapping around her chest and soon had slid over shoulder and down her arms. At once the poor Princess fell forward as her arms were now to bound up to support her. The creature then forced the woman roll over where she could see her ravaged entire ravaged body on the ceiling above her. Already the poor pink-haired woman could tentacles wrapping around her breasts as they began to squeeze them roughly. Ahhhh.....n-no...t-this is not s-suppose to b-be......ohhhhh....I a-am from the H-house of Bellla...

Octavia words trailed off as she saw a pair of tentacles begin to position themselves above her breasts. At once was they struck, latching on to her nipples and begin tugging on them. The captive Princess let out a loud moan as she felt them begin their work that was interrupted in the hallway. It was then that the royal felt something pinprick against her nipples, the Princess looked down at her breasts as she felt some sort of warm liquid being injected into her mounds. Almost instantly, Octavia could feel her breasts become more sensitive as she felt more pleasure from the rough squeezing of her orbs. Despite her natural resistance to the poision, the poor Princess could feel the effects start to overwhelm her, she even thought her breasts were beginning to swell further.

The sensation of all was getting to be too much for the pink-haired princess, as she could feel her pleasure was starting to get too intense. But it wasn't just physical pleasure that getting to be to intense, it was also a psychic battle as the creature continued to press further into her mind. Her thoughts could not be read due to her natural resistance, but it did not protect her from other psychic attacks. And already the poor woman was being distracted as she could feel herself approaching her first orgasm...

It was as if fire was spreading through her flesh, searing her increasingly sensitive breasts with growing pleasure, the Harvester's poison doing its insidious work within Octavia. Had it been any other Harvester, the poison would have been neutralized. In this case, the creature had assimilated enough of Trixian genetics to render the princess' resistances to such things worthless, for it was as if she was being struck by her own flesh, which she had no defense against. Yes, what use were her resistances when faced with her own genes? This was, in a way, the true nightmare of the Harvesters.

The flames continued to spread through her breasts and into the rest of her chest, igniting every cell, every tissue, and every nerve on delicious pleasure-charged fire, making her body more and more sensitive to the creature's abuse. The poison, in fact, was but a stronger version of the slime, now in liquid form. And to make matters worse, the poison was undiluted, making it much more effective than the slime would have ever been, all thanks to the genetic wealth flowing in Octavia's flesh. More of the poison began to be injected into her breasts, making them heavier yet and more vulnerable to the Harvester's abusive groping and squeezing as the tentacles kept on manhandling the Royal's breasts. Many of the other females aboard the station before the Trixians' arrival had been injected with similar poisons, which had forced their own mammaries to grow larger and begin lactating, all to allow the Harvesters to harvest their milk as well as their juices. It remained to see whenever the Trixian would have the same response to the poison beyond the breast expansion.

In the meantime, another tentacle opened up to reveal a stinger on its end, much like what had pricked against her hard nipples. This time, the tentacle was positioned before her cunt, and before she knew it or could even notice, the stinger struck against her clitoris, a tiny pinprick and more of the poison began flowing into her very core, igniting her nerves on fire. If she thought it had felt pleasurable before, the Trixian would now find the pleasure nearly impossible to resist, amplified by the poison many times over. All of this while the creature's psychic abilities kept on growing stronger, more tendrils now worming into Octavia's increasingly vulnerable mind. They might not be able to read the Trixian's thoughts, but what if they were able to harvest something else from her mind instead? Say, her memories for one? It was conceivable that if the creature 'learned' enough, it might even be able to communicate...

Octavia could feel the fire that was spreading through her breasts, her own body unable to provide a defense against the poison that was flowing into her mounds. Defeated by the Harvester's ability to adapt to her own genetics, the poor Princess had no natural defenses to the insidious poison that was flowing through her orbs. The young woman could only moan helplessly as she felt her body falling more and more under the influence of the Harvester's poison.

Soon she felt the fire spread through out her entire chest, as it felt that every nerve in her chest was on fire with pleasure as the tentacles continued to molest the poor royal. She could feel her breasts getting heavier as she felt more of the heat liquid being injected into her body. N-no....ahhhh....p-please....ohhhh....no more.....uhhh... The tentacles were wrapped tightly around her swelling breasts as they continued to grope and squeeze the now massive melons. The young Princess knew she would not be able to hold out much longer as the pleasure had building and building until the pleasure had reached the bursting point. All the while her busts continued to increase in size.

The young woman was so focused on what was happening on her chest that she did not notice another tentacle moving to her abused sex. There it opened and and deployed another stinger which then pricked her clit. Soon the Princess could feel the hot poison flow through her special pearl. All it at once it felt like all her nerves in her body were on fire as she could feel the thrusting going on inside her become suddenly many times more pleasurable than before. It was simply too much for the poor pink haired princess. Octavia let out a loud cry as she bucked suddenly as she was caught up in her first orgasm. The young woman head pointed upwards as her cry filled the room, even as she did so her swollen breasts suddenly squirted out their first splashed of milk.

As abused and mistreated as she was now, Octavia had been putting up an excellent resistance against the creature's growing psychic ability. But no female could stave off pleasure forever, and once the Trixian royal had begun to suffer the first of many orgasms at the Harvester's tentacles, it had doomed her to the misfortune that was about to befall her. With the orgasm shuddering through Octavia's body, the nefarious poison within her made the experience much more intense to the royal, much more pleasurable than anything else.

Once her breasts had betrayed the effects of the poison on them, suddenly unable to stay intact as the pressure finally forced her hard nipples to begin lactating, the creature's tentacles suddenly clamped down on them, tugging forcefully as more tentacles wrapped around her mounds and began squeezing on them the monster now feeding on another source from her abused body. As if it had been a signal, the rest of the tentacles began groping and teasing Octavia even harder, forcing her to feel more and more pleasure regardless of how she felt or whenever she wanted it or not...

This wasn't all, unfortunately. The moment she had her orgasm, her battered concentration had finally been broken. The second her resistance had fallen, the only thing Octavia would have seen was darkness blackening out her vision, the creature forcing her mind to shut down as psychic tendrils tore through her mental defenses, worming deeply into her psyche, into everything that made Octavia who she was until nothing was left unmolested. With the unconscious princess in its grasp, the Harvester would keep her from waking up even as it forced her body through incredible pleasure, feeding on her juices and milk while growing and evolving on its own...

The Trixian royal would only awaken several days later, her body quite sore and aching from being used so much. Despite the passage of time, the princess would be able to see the damage that had been done to her body, the poison having been fed to her so many times that her body would maintain the hypersensitivity and the swollen breasts for a bit longer. Once the poison was entirely out of her system would her body return to normal again. She would also find that she was no longer in the station commander's room but instead in a strange chamber, appearing very much flesh-like and pulsating with life. Indeed, if she were to try and sense anyone else in the chamber, she would be met with the sensation of being surrounded by life itself...

Octavia had never felt that such intense pleasure such as this, in fact she had never anything that was quite like this. The poor royal moan continued to fill the room as she her entire body shuddered from such a powerful orgasm. The young woman entire body seemed to be frozen while it shuddered until the long orgasm passed. Then all at once she collapsed onto the bed again as she came down from first orgasm at the tentacles of the Harvester.

Suddenly she let out a moan as the tentacles clamped around her nipples, they began to tug around the poor swollen mounds. More tentacles wrapped around her mounds and began to squeeze them as if to milk them. The poor princess looked down at her abused body as she watch the tentacles seemed to be drinking every thing her orbs had to offer. She could see the tentacles seem to swell and shrink with every gulp it took from the royal. Soon more tentacles seemed to explore everywhere as her poor body was inflicted with more pleasure on her body. She could only gasp and moan as she felt the pleasure quickly building in her again.

Still even now she felt an overwhelming psychic attack on her mind, quickly she saw her vision beginning to fade into blackness. The young woman struggled to resist but it was already too late as her mental defenses were quickly shut down by the psychic will of the Harvester. Already she was having difficulty thinking as she could feel her mind slipping away from her. Only her thoughts were safe, though her ability to think was being taken away from her. Soon the young royal passed out, her consciousness finally being stripped away from her. The only thing she could notice was the constant pleasure she was in, punctuated by moments of extreme ecstasy. The waves and waves of pleasure seemed endless and seemed to go on forever.

Her Highness slowly regained conscious on what seemed like days later, the young royal groaned as she could feel how sore she was. Her body seemed to ache a bit from the abuse she had taken from the Harvester. Soon the pink haired princess looked eyes slowly opened, her head facing down at her breast. The young woman could see they had to be at least a cup size larger than what they were normally and that she was naked and coated in some sort of slime. Octavia's eyes suddenly opened widely as she realized that she must still be in the clutches of the creatures. She could immediately realize that she was completely surrounded by life, as brought up her head she realized that she was no longer in the commander's room but it some sort of fleshy chamber that seemed pulse to a heartbeat.

The young woman soon realized that she was on one of the walls of the fleshy chamber, her hands had been pulled up and embedded up to her elbows above her beautiful pink hair. Her legs were spread wide and embedded up to midcalfs. The young princess struggled to get herself free, but she was too weak to pull herself free. For now she realized that she was going to have to wait until the Harvesters decided to do something with her. And considering what has already happened to her, she knew already she was not ready for it. Already she could feel the pheromones that filled the chamber making her more and more willing to give in to the Harvesters.