Her luck was about fifty fifty. They did not restrain her or bind her which was a plus but they placed her in the back seat between the two cultists. Dean took the wheel, the gun placed away and they moved through the city. The Faceless had been close but not close enough. More of a concern was that lizard, at least for her.

Whether Simon had true color blindness or it was a lie imparted on her by Dean was something she had to weigh for herself. There were few Faceless in the city though with the fog it was rather hard to tell. They brought her back to the jail, whatever Faceless had been drawn there earlier had dispersed she guessed. She did not see them as they pulled into the rear lot. No one got out of the car though, the headlights turned off and they waited until they were certain it was clear then got out.

A cultist either side of her grasping an arm they lead her into a side entrance of the building then worked down to the cells. She had been placed in the cell Otis had been in thinking that there might be something faulty or easily manipulated in the last cell.

Once there the remainder of her time ticked away as if in slow motion. When next they came for her it had been a pair of cultists in their familiar robes.

“It is time,” the cell was unlocked, Simon had not pulled through and this was the last or next to last opportunity she would have so the guards had to be weary that she would try something. Only one entered to fetch her from the cell, the second stood in the doorway to prevent her from making a mad dash toward freedom she could guess or perhaps to be close at hand if he had to dash forth to assist the other.

She had had plenty of time to decide what to do when they finally came for her. She had had no opportunity to attempt escaping from the car but she had not at all resigned herself to her fate. She was determined to go down fighting. Thankfully Dean and the other two cultists had not bothered to search her once she had opted to comply with them, thus she still had the throwing knives she had stolen from the juggler's tent. She palmed one the second the cultists came to open her cell. She didn't use it yet though. She might have been able to take out the first man who entered her cell but it would have put the second on high alert and give him time to disarm her.

Instead, she stood up when the first cultist came in to fetch her and obeyed before he could touch her. Her hope was that by appearing compliant they would feel less obligated to restrain her. Her plans would have to change should the man attempt to grab her and bind her. She needed her hands free. She stop in front of him and inclined her head, trying to appear non-threatening. "I am ready." She allowed him to guide her to the cell door but once there she made her move.

She had prepared an illusion in her head, something that the cultists would have to respond to. If it worked they would hear a crash and a roar sounding from the other end of the hall. A facsimile of the reptilian beast from the amusement park would burst in, apparently having taken this long to find her again, not aware that the hunt was over. Her hope was that cultist would recognize that they stood between the beast and its prey and attempt to distance themselves from her. Barring that she would begin her attack.

Whether the illusion worked or not, once she was close enough, she was prepared to stab the man blocking the cell door in the groinal region. She was not aiming to kill, only injury to the point that he would no longer wish to engage her. She then would pull out a second blade and attempt to spin around to stash at the other culture's eyes. She rather expected this last attack to fail, however, she hoped it would at least encourage the other cultist to back out her range. She backed away as well, ducking away in case he made to grab or punch her. This was really as far as she had planned, presuming it had been successful to this point she would make a break for the exit again but she was prepared to continue fighting if it hadn't.

The cultist did not seem alarmed nor did it look as if he were going to restrain her either, at least he had no restraints which indicated that he was probably going to do so himself if necessary. Or maybe he had some beneath those robes but wanted to get some cheap thrills by grasping her himself but she did not grant him to opportunity as she cane quietly enough

Not being searched earlier had been her lucky break. They were sent to retrieve her but did not make such a fuss just glad to have her back and on ice until they needed her. The roar caught them off guard, heads spinning in the direction of the perceived sound.

The knife stabbed deep, there was a scream as the man staggered backwards allowing her to rush past. The other came at her though he pulled back as she made a slash for his eyes. Though she missed she got the space she was after and made a dash towards the door.

The cultist paused then grabbed the hilt of the knife stuck in his buddy wrenching it free producing another cry of agony. Armed he pursued her though she had a head start on him and made it to the fire escape. The door tossed opened only this time the masked top hatted gloved individual stood before her … Yeager … his mask was different than before being the happy face.

It was as if he expected this, his hand grabbed her wrist that held the knife squeezing it firmly, crushing it with incredible strength until the knife fell away. “Not running out on our little game, hm?” She could hear the man coming up behind her then he froze seeing Yeager there.

He stupor soon left him and he took her arms pinning them behind her back and hauling her back the way they game. Yeager followed and the three of them passed the other cultist that was clutching at his wound, groaning out in pain though neither man paid her any attention.

Escorting her into a large circular room she saw one door opposite the one she entered by. Cultists where gathered her and she was drawn toward the center of the room where there were chains that were secured to her wrists. These chains were attached to the floor but had enough slack in the chain so she could stand and take half a step in any direction.

Carved into the floor were gold runes, Yeager checked a pocket watch and watched it as she was secured. “Not much longer … double or nothing? Not that you have much to loose. Otherwise we can just get started.” He nodded and several cultists moved in taring at her clothes, shredding them and discarding them. A few used knives to cut the fabric making it easier to tare the clothes away. Others lifted up her legs on at a time to remove footwear though once she was completely nude they moved away from her as if they had done this countless times before.

Yeager seized her chin with a gloved hand his thumb brushing against her. “So your call, double … or nothing?”

"Son of a bitch!" She swore when she came face to mask with Yeager once again. She tried slashing at him with her knife but he was faster and caught her wrist before she could finish the arch. He forced her to drop the blade and handed her off to the uninjured cultist behind her. She did not go gently. She kicked and struggled the entire time as they hauled her off towards the sacrificial chamber. Not that it saved her from being chained in the center of the circular room, surrounded by ominous looking runes etched in gold on the stone floor around her.

Once her wrists were secured with heavy manacles she immediately began to test them and stretching them to their limit to put herself as far from the dead center of the room as possible. She was sure it probably would matter much, they wouldn't have given her that much slack if it did. Still, she didn't like the idea of being some passive, helpless damsel waiting for her execution.

“Not much longer … double or nothing? Not that you have much to loose. Otherwise we can just get started.”

She glared hatefully at Yeager when he spoke up again and would have spat an ugly remark back at him but the cultists came forward then. Some of the them have blades and she tenses up, afraid they were going to start bleeding her now. She had no idea what the appeasement ritual would entail but she imagined it would be bloody and painful as hell. She remembered Otis' screams from when they'd bought him here. One the first one grabbed her she started fighting again, as much as she could with her wrists bound. It became clear after a moment that their goal had no been to hurt her though, merely to strip her. She wasn't having that either though.

"Get the fuck off me, you fucking..." She screamed and kicked out and her attackers. She lost her balance when one of them caught her leg and began prizing her shoe off her foot. She landed hard of her hip, bruising it for sure. "Ouch! Fuck!! Stop it!!!"

Her struggles were in vain however. Soon she was naked and panting on the floor. Only then did the cultists back off. She cursed and forced herself up into a sitting position as Yeager approached. She seized her chin and forced her to look up at him as he asked his question again. She gave him a dull, weary look. "Double or nothing?" She repeated. "What does that even mean? I have nothing left to lose and you have nothing else to gain from bargaining with me." At least nothing that she could see. Perhaps the amusement of watching her wriggle like a worm on a hook was enough for him. She was done playing games though. "I lied to Dean before. I don't know where that stupid sign is and even if I did why would I give it to you? You'll kill me either way, right? That's why you lured me here isn't it?" She remembered the book she'd seen with her name in it back in the bookstore. "The Whisper needs a powerful sacrifice to be summoned and that's supposed to be me, right? Why go through all this trouble otherwise. So, tell me, why should a consent to more mind fuckery if you aren't going to let me go?"

He canted his head to the side as if looking at her in this manner presented a better angle to view her with. Cultists began preparing the area clearing it of all the discarded clothing though some of the men had viewed her with more then a hint of lust in their eyes. Miguel was there too though he was looking away, he seemed concerned but powerless at the same time.

“Oh, it wouldn't be much of a game if I always win. I was hoping you'd be the last one. Not everyone has power like yours. I was hoping that would translate to success this time but …” He trailed off and nodded. A chant went up though she could not understand a word of it. It was different from what she heard when they took Otis yet similar. It could have been the same chant minus the words she recognized.

“More time for you … for the boy … but if you don't know then it's best to get on with it,” he drew a blade out of his pocket. Grabbing her hair and jerking her head back. The blade traced along the curve of a breast, it's metal cold against her.

“But the boy will live provided he survives until you die. I can sense the Hunters, none have succeeded or I would know.” Yeager leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “The Hunters are all my children, all a very complex part of me. We are one, think back to the hospital.”

Yeager drew away close but just out of reach. Were the worms all part of a swarm, one organism essentially with a single mind? He eluded to that though he raised the dagger up over his head, brought it down into his own chest once the chant hit a fevered pitch.

Something tore out of the wound ejecting the dagger was a mauve tentacle that caused that wound to widen. A second tentacle ripped through his chest as he fell to his knees. Both tentacles worked to widen that hole as she watched as a boneless mass pushed through.

It was like watching a child being born though she saw numerous worms fall free from the wound. Many were undeveloped, some where and those raced away.

When the chanting ended, when there were no more worms zipping away Yeager dropped though he was the least of her worries. What tore out of him was … over seven feet … she had heard of the compressing nature of octopi but never imagined anything like this, this thing that was so large towering over even the tallest of the cultists. It's arms were longer than Yeager's and without moving it grabbed her by the neck jerking her upward to the limits of the chains. It looked familiar and yet different at the same time.

Mouth tendrils swayed and quivered. It's hand ceased it's hold on her neck once a tentacle looped about her waist. Others entwined about her ankles pulling her legs apart and yet another moved between them, sweeping against her clit, rubbing against it to get it to show itself from beneath it's hood.

While it did that it grasped her breasts, squeezing them, letting it's thumbs swirl against her nipples.

She flinch away from him when Yeager lifted the dagger, certain this would but the end for her, but then he drove the blade into his own chest. She only had a moment of confusion before horror took over again as the massive tentacled form ripped the Yellow King apart from the outside. She hurried to get her feet back underneath her so she could move away but a hand shot out to grab her by the neck and yank her towards its towering form. Again, she thought her death was imminent. This alien thing Yeager had called forth would crush her neck and tear her apart as easily as it had done to him. But, again, she was wrong.

A strong tentacle coiled around her waist and the hand gripping her neck eased and release. She breathed an air of relief but it was short lived. More tentacles wrapped around her legs, prying them apart to explore her more private reaches. She gasped and jerked, trying to close her legs to prevent further violation. The probing appendage brushed her clit and she let out a muffled cry and tried to block it with the chain still restrain her wrists. The monster still held her near the end of her tether so movement of her arms was limited, she couldn't pull at the tentacle holding her waist nor stop the hands that were groping her chest.

She blushed as thumbs traced her nipples and she redirected her distressed gaze on what she determined to be the creature's face. "Please don't..." She pleaded, not sure the thing would understand her, or cared. She no longer feared that it was going to kill her... At least not right away. But it clearly meant to play will her and she suddenly feared that she might have preferred a quick death to want the thing intended for her. Still, she had to at least try to reason with it.

The cultists watched on well most of them. Miguel was looking away though the creature wasted no time in molesting her. That touch was clammy and cool a contrast to her warm skin. It was evident what it had intended on doing and the fact that her death had been delayed meant that Simon was going to be in further danger. Not that this thing knew that or cared.

In a way it resembled the Lovecraftian horror Cthulhu and yet was different. That Elder God invoked madness, was easily larger than it was. Whether or not it understood her words either didn't matter or not persuasive at all given that she was naked and chained before it she wasn't exactly starting things from a position of power.

In response a tentacle pressed to her lips then beyond them to fill her mouth. It drove in quickly though it seemed to know where her gag reflex had been and kept from triggering it.

You'll want to do a good job with that one. It chuckled darkly as her breasts were breasts together and fondled softer now, the tip of his tentacle drawing down from her clit to the slit beneath. Stroking it up and down delicately, letting her realize what was coming as he fucked her mouth with that tentacle.

Drawing it to her entrance it paused there for a long moment letting her know what was coming, letting that dawn on her before driving into her suddenly with enough force to lift her up higher before the chains were at their absolute limits, her wrists straining then allowed to relax as gravity went to work only for the next thrust to do the same to her a mere moment later, then the next as it chuckled all the while.

She heard the creature's chuckle as it silenced her pleas by forcing another tentacle into her mouth. It's intention was made doubly clear when it spoke into her mind a moment later. She had no doubt that it had understood her and opted to torment her instead. A moment later it was teasing her sex again, though the sensation was far from erotic, but it was the only warning she had before it thrust the cold, clammy appendage inside her. She clinched up in pain and let out a scream through her nose as her mouth was blocked.

The thing chuckled again, clearing enjoying her discomfort. All her fear and embarrassment melted away in the light of the monster's cruelty. If it had been trying to disheartening her it had failed though. It had fueled her with anger and hatred and clarified her focus. Wrong strategy, pal... She thought back at it with all her might. She wasn't sure the connection worked both ways but she hoped it did. She wanted the thing to know she wasn't about to simply sit back and take being used as his literal fucktoy. You like it rough then so be it. She clinched her jaw, allowing her teeth to rake across the tender flesh of the tentacle face fucking her. Letting him know with her eyes she was prepared to bite down for real any second if he didn't remove it.

She knew it was suicidal to antagonize the thing but the way she saw it she had nothing to lose. Death was the more appealing option at this point. If she could piss the monster off enough to kill her then she'd consider that a win. At least she'd be protecting Simon that way.

It had worked as far as communication went though it worked all too well more than she had realized. Her body had been lifted up to the capacity of the chains, that tentacle inside her pulsed rather than moved almost as if it were about to cum though it took a moment for her to realize that it was compressing and expanding itself rather than thrusting away at her.

The tentacle in her mouth withdrew with an audible popping sound, irritated by her teeth. A hand raised from her breast to circle her throat. It tightened making breathing harder as her air way was closed off but before the darkness could take hold that vice-like grip relaxed.

He chuckled again lowering her so she could stand on her own two feet, the ache in her wrists still there from earlier but it was far more comfortable now. The longer you live the more likely the boy is to die … I will just allow you to live long enough for that to happen.

The irradiated tentacle went to sweeping against her clit in slower caresses though his fingers worked over a breast. It seemed it could learn things, connect in more ways than just mere telepathy.

She would feel a tentacle sliding against an ass cheek as it continued to play though now it wasn't being so rough almost as if prolonging her torment, almost as if making this more pleasant.

Some of the cultists moved to the edge of the circle. Many of the older ones or females held back. Some were tending to Yeager who had either been dragged from the circle by others without her notice or managed to get out himself. There gapping wound in his chest didn't seem to declare that he was alive though from what little she could see he was hollow but the eyes were vacant and dull.

Kristy didn't have much of a view, it was blocked off by one of the cultist that had lifted up his robe having nothing on beneath he was actually jerking off slowly and wasn't alone in the behavior either. There were three others doing it as well as if they couldn't stand waiting but had too priming themselves so that they were ready.

The tentacle within her began moving again as it pulsed, slowly sliding back in a twisting nature then pressing inward in the reverse order.

Nice and slow. When you cum I'll let them join in. After all we might as well have a little fun until the boy is confirmed dead but you'll soon provide him company.


It was as twisted as Yeager … perhaps even more so … perhaps he was influencing Yeager too from beyond that was hard to say though he did extract himself from the later so there had to be some sort of connection there.

She thought for sure that her plan to irritate the monster into killing her had worked for an instant. It had withdrawn the offensive tentacle from her mouth and seized her by the throat again. He squeezed harder now, stealing her breath away and she waited, welcoming death. But again it didn't come. Instead he set her down on her own feet, allowing her arms to relax more as the restrain of the chain dissipated.

His voice echoed in her head again, making his intentions more clear. She wasn't sure if he gotten her motivation to save Simon by guessing or by probing her thoughts but he made it clear he aimed to foil her plans. He wouldn't kill her until Simon was dead. This news did disheartening her a bit but did nothing to make her more pliable.

The thing clearly didn't care if she was cooperative. She guessed it was getting it's kicks from watching her suffer. Oddly though, it didn't seem as interested in hurting her physically now. It's handling of her became gentler, though still not seductive. The tentacle that had been in her mouth, slightly warmer and slick with her saliva, began playing with her clit again. She felt a brief jolt of pleasure but it was short lived. Another tentacle brushed her ass cheek and a sudden concern about it's intention killed any lust she was experiencing.

The advance of the cultists into her circle of awareness went further towards spoiling her mood. She turned to look at them as they approached and instantly wished she hadn't. They were touching themselves, clearly enjoying her discomfort as much as the monster was. She was instantly filled with disgust and shame. She didn't like being used in this way.

She heard the creature's voice in her head again and returned her gaze to him. His new statement did fill her with horror. He meant to prolong this ordeal until she could cum? "But that'll take all fucking night!" She blurted without meaning to. Her cheeks flamed again in pure frustration. Death had become her only goal now and he wouldn't grant it to her until she could cum. How on earth was she supposed to get off under circumstances like these? She tried to recover from her outburst, trying to dissuaded him from his choosen coarse.

"Surely you have better things to do with your time... It won't take the hunters that long to find and kill the boy." Her heart twinged, Simon's inevitable fate one more thing preventing her from finding any enjoyment from the proceedings. "You should just focus on getting your own jollies off. I'm not worthy of your attentions..."

Not to be deterred the creature just chuckled again. It is in your best interest if it takes all night since they won't be joining in until that point. Of course, after lasting so long I cannot imagine how you'd hold up, but by then the boy would be dead it may not even get to it after all he could perish any moment now.

He did pause when she mentioned it was a waste of time. At first it may have seemed as if he was rethinking the hole ordeal but he was calculating figures in a portion of his head. Fingers caressed the side of her face though the tentacle inside her stilled then drew out of her completely.

The one around her waist retreated as well no longer needed though the one oh her ass was joined by another on the opposite cheek spreading them apart as far as they would go as the now wet appendage slide between those cheeks rubbing up and down getting her nice and lubricated for what was to come later she could only assume.

8,395 days. Add another five for leap years. 8,400 days you have been alive not counting each day since your last birthday. Some flies perish after a mere day, even those that live for two weeks would see that stretch of time impossible to imagine. You perception of a day may be long but to a fly it could be an entire life time. Your years and mine are beyond compare. Twenty-three years is nothing to me … two or three days is a mere blink of the eyes. As far as wasting time I cannot even count it as such since it passes so quickly For you though ...

He left off there though. As much as it may have been a help not getting into the mood with all that was going on around her that torment could go on for quite some time.

But now you will perform in front of a crowd in a different way altogether. Two fingers rubbed against her sex then pressed in. Nice and slow they moved switching angels as necessary, exploring her and seeing what she responded to best for now.

But I am wondering about something. Why are you still chained?

Her spirit sunk lower with his every word. He was indeed more heartless and cruel than even Yeager. He did release his holds on her and halt his assault on her sex, though a slick tentacle passing between her ass cheeks made it evident that her reprieve was only temporary. He meant to violate her in every conceivable way and them hand her broken shell to the cultists to be humiliated further. He couldn't be reasoned with. His way of thinking was so completely alien that every argument she had made had turned into a point for his side.

She was prepared for silence. She wasn't about to give him more fuel. She schooled her expression into an emotionless mask and began retreating inside herself. Maybe if she shut her brain off the ordeal would be over faster. Perhaps she would cum faster if she disengaged her thoughts and let her body just respond. Distantly, she heard his voice again, But now you will perform in front of a crowd in a different way altogether. His fingers found her folds and she assumed he was still talking about sex. She griped his arm with her both of her hands, more for balance than from any desire to stop him. She was beyond caring about that now. It was easier for her body to react now that she'd begun to detach herself from it. When his fingers plunged inside her she even heard a small moan escape her lips.

His words brushed her thoughts again and for a while she could not make sense of what he asked. I am wondering about something. Why are you still chained? She pulled her focus back to him for a moment, thinking he must have directed that to the crowd of cultists. He gaze was fixed on her though and her brow furrowed in confusion. "What?" She struggled to catch his meaning. Surely it was obvious why she was still bound. No one had come forward to unlock her chains. But then, perhaps that wasn't obvious to him. She narrowed her eyes at him and forced herself back into coherence to answer him. "I'm not sure how things work where you are from... But us mere mortals are bound by our physical limitations. I'm not strong enough to break these chains nor can I unlock them with my will alone." At least, she couldn't while she was awake.

That thought drew her up short suddenly. She was awake wasn't she? She'd questioned that once before... She'd tested it and the test had failed. Hadn't it? Or had it been blocked by Yeager's will. She looked towards the mass of cultists, wondering where the man who would be king was now. Was he still alive? If he was, was he still cogent enough to block her abilities. She turned her gaze to her hands still griping the creature's hand and the chain that bound her wrists. Her thoughts were still a bit fuzzy but she concentrated as hard as she could on the chains, willing them to melt and fall away. If it worked then she might still have a chance at getting out of this mess.

You can't? Had he been surprised by that statement? Gloating that it was so easy for him or a goad? She was confused but his fingers had not let up as she worked it out for herself. What began as rough and brutal eased up to the point of bringing her pleasure though a lot of it had been on her as far as tuning out what she could.

She saw Yeager, still down The huge wound on his chest was still huge. Rachael was tending to him mumbling something about Clair, demanding that he stop this. No one seemed to pay her any attention though he could have been dead something told her he wasn't if this was how he drew the beast into this reality. Who's reality? Hers? His? If he were a collection of Hunters then she reasoned that all of them had to be killed for him to truly die. Most of the worms that escaped him were immature and died some however scattered mature enough to survive …

Dead or alive it did not appear that he was in a condition to stop her as she tried to work her chains, metal soon becoming gooey like Jello in between solid and liquid in a sense. Water dripped away to the floor then the chains were gone. It took her several minutes but she accomplished it. Those fingers working inside her making the task harder.

But once she had accomplished the task the tentacles on her ass retracted as if in some reward for the accomplishment or perhaps he had her prepared enough.

Good … now on your knees. He drew his fingers from her, his thumb caressed her clit for a few seconds before his hand retracted completely so that she could comply. Yeager's will had not been as strong but from the results she witnessed they weren't easy to overcome. Comparing that to the other illusions and alterations she made it made a degree of sense that illusions that didn't oppose one of his had been easier to manifest. The chains had been one of his meant to restrain her, she was in direct opposition to them and clearly if Yeager was still up there would have been no chance to deal with them at all.

Though the creature seemed pleased, it was hard to really tell though it had brought her attention to her restraints for whatever reason.

A hand would come to rest upon her shoulder either to force her into compliance or to just rest there. It had her remain there for a minute or so. If I feel teeth this time then I will have to let the others substitute for me ...

From beneath the mass of tentacles that had been legs came three cocks, two smaller ones that flanked a larger central one. It was male so not an it but she had visual confirmation of that now even though it sounded masculine in her head. It was obvious as to what he intended on her next move being though with three of them it was somewhat confusing too.

She had succeeded in freeing her hands but it had been slow work. She was not able to concentrate as effectively while the creature was fingering her. He wasn't being rough now but he was clearly trying to distract her. If she was dreaming she was clearly not fully in control of it which meant that someone else here was real too, whether it was Yeager or the beast she couldn't be sure. She sort of suspected it was the latter. If Yeager had been in control he would likely be the one finger fucking her at the moment.

It complicated matters in a way that made her uneasy. If it was the monster counteracting her abilities then he clearly had more control over this space than she did. She may have only been able to escape the chains because he'd allowed it. Hell, he could have removed them himself just to fuck with her and make her think she had some control here. He had been the one to bring her attention to the chains after all. He seemed to be pleased with her for gleaning his meaning though as the tentacle threatening her posterior retreated. Though whether that was meant to be a reward or not was remain to be seen. At any rate, she determined that an overt attempt to escape him now would be swiftly put down and harshly punished.

With that in mind, she opted to play it safe and behave for now. She didn't talk back when he ordered her to kneel, though she did still hesitated. It would be suspicious if she suddenly starting acting completely obedient to him. She did finally comply when he placed a hand on her shoulder and eased her to her knees before him. Once she was there she saw the curtain of tentacles before her part to reveal, not one, but three cocks. She blinked and looked up at the beast uncertainly. She didn't have to pretend to be hesitant now, she was legitimately at a loss. "I... I'm not sure what..." Three cocks, she shook her head to fend off the returning fear. She needed to buy time and not give him reason to punish her again until she could come up with an escape plan. But three cocks?! One she could have probably managed but how the hell was she supposed to deal with three? An embarrassed blush spread across her cheeks and she looked away. "I haven't even done this with a human male... This is... I'm not sure how you expect me to please you."

He noted her hesitance though her confusion seemed to amuse him even more. His hand remained on her shoulder though he had refrained from drawing himself closer to her lips. He considered her words carefully though. After all he had made it clear that time as she understood it did not matter much to him. A small delay meant nothing to him and he spread his arms as if to draw her attention to the cultists.

Then select one or more as you like. Educate yourself but you must do something first. He waited for a moment, a tentacle tracing against her slit as he let that sensation build up for a moment longer.

Just what he wished for her to do he did not say straight away. Change this room if you can. Add something, take away something. Show me what you are capable of while Yeager is incapacitated.