He surprised and alarmed her when he gestured out to the cultists, instructing her to pick one or more to practice on. She hadn't expected that nor did she know what to do with it. How was she supposed to walk up to a stranger and just start sucking his cock? The thought made her blush deepen even further. But even as the idea repelled her, it excited her as well. At least this scenario gave her the power. That sort of thrilled her.

A tentacle slid between the legs to tantalize her again and she sighed, eyes rolling back slightly. She jerked at that reaction in her and stood up quickly. She realized that might be seen as defiance so she spoke to cover her actions. "Change something? You want me to change something..." She looked around, unsure at first. What sort of change was he looking for? He said it could be adding something or taking something away. But did he mean for it to be something big or small? She frowned, debating with herself. Something small might not be impressive enough but something too big might be too showy. She might want him to underestimate her, too. If she did something big he might put counter measures in place. She decided to start small.

She pursed her lips and looked at the faces around the room. She caught sight of a reasonably attractive male with messy brown hair and intense blue eyes. He looked like he might be her ages or a few years older. He was watching her with lustful avarice and she cocked a brow and gestured him forward. She waited for him to get halfway there before halting him with a hand. Then she focused at the floor at his feet and willed a large plush cushion into existence before him. She looked back to the creature behind her with a questioning cant to her head. "Good enough?"

Pulling back from that teasing tentacle the thing had not tried to prevent her though the hand did not retreat it had not attempted to keep her down either allowing her to stand and even move away. The trio of cocks had tucked themselves beneath the mass of tentacles and the thing showed that it was patient at least as far as she grasped the term herself.

Her eyes roamed the crowd. Some where already eager stroking themselves, some of those were throbbing, one even had pre running down the shaft. All pleasured themselves slowly. Others were gazing at her with lustful glances, none shied away from her though the females did not seem to show an interest … there were only three that she could see and one was Rachael concerned about Yeager or what was happening. If she indeed looked like Clair then it made sense that she didn't approve of this.

Miguel seemed to be the only cultist trying to actively avoid looking at her. Uncomfortable about the matter. Though she caught the attention of a young man that was a bit older, he wasn't jerking off yet but clearly admiring her young body. Eager to be selected he started forth to the regret of those that hadn't been selected. He stopped when she indicated him too and the cushion materialized there before him without any problem that she had with the chains displaying the difference.

Changing something that existed had been much harder than generating it herself. Looking at the creature he shook his head as he moved closer. I suppose that is adding to the details though I meant something like adding a window, interacting with what is already here. But that is my fault for not being so clear. I will let you think about it a bit longer.

A hand caressed the back of her shoulders then pressed her forward a few steps in the direction of the cushion and selected cultist who looked even more eager now.

So, he had meant something more specific when he'd told her to change something. She gave the circular room a cursory glance, considering what she should change next. Before she could decide though and unexpectedly gentle hand touch her back and nudged her towards the next task. She gave the beast behind her a curious look. Was he trying to reward her for being a good girl and indulging his whims? Or was he just eager to get back to humiliating her? Most likely it was a little of both.

She turned back to the cultist she had selected and crossed the half dozen steps to meet him. She didn't immediately drop to her knees before him though. Instead she smiled winsomely at him, deciding if she was going to do this she would use the opportunity to give everyone watching a lesson on seduction. She may not have an abundance of practical experience with sex but she have her acting experience to draw on and films and books to draw inspiration from.

"Hello." She raked the man's body with an interested gaze. The cultists robes left much to the imagination. This man, unlike many of the others, had not been overtly masturbating at her earlier ravaging but he was clearly surrounded. She could actually seen the organ she was about to be mastering tenting the front of his robes. She smirked and stepped onto the pillow to press herself against his body. She traced his ear with one hand and caressed his length through the thin material will the other. He, like the other cultists she'd seen, appeared to be naked under his robes. "It feels wrong going into this as stranger. Would you mind telling me your name?"

He groaned and shifted into her hand slightly before answering hoarsely. "It's Ian..."

Her grin brighten at his reply and she pressed even closer, her curves molding against him. She spoke is a husky stage whisper. "Wel, Ian, thank you for volunteering to help me practice before servicing your god." She felt pretty confident in assuming the creature Yeager had unleashed from within him was the famed Whisperer. She continued. "Now, as you've heard, I'm sorta new at this. I want to make sure I do am getting it right for your lord so I must insist that she give me lots of encouragement when I'm on the right track, okay?

She waited for an affirmative response before sliding down the length on his body to knee on the cushion before him. She watched his face as she reached under his robes to find his waiting prick. She stroked him a couple of times before pulling her gaze away from his face, folding back to robes and revealing his cock. Without a word she leaned forward and immediately took him into her mouth. "Mmm..." She hummed appreciatively as she tasted him and began to bob back and forth, sucking lightly as she presumed one should.

(Feel free to respond for Ian. I only wanted to have a name for her to call him by and it seemed silly to pass it on to you just for that.)

Ian was rock hard though definitely not as large as that central cock had been, about the size of one of the smaller ones. Like the others he was nude beneath the robes and as she stepped forward he could not keep his hands off her. One rested against her hip and the other flowed down her back resting against her ass, squeezing it and trying to pull her in closer to his chest.

Clearly the other cultists who had an interest in her had been envious of her choice but did not close in.. They would not though they watched the play of slow seduction with hungry eyes. Even the creature seemed amused or pleased at the reference to being declared a God. It was somewhat obvious that he was a powerful being at least though Aegir who was directing this dream had played that role before, he had enjoyed it and for her to freely refer to this incarnation of himself he generated in her dream was as pleasing as if she directed the comment to him herself.

One less cultist you will be made to please when you cum if it comes to that.

He let her carry one. It was a small thing, though a tentacle worked up between her thighs. The tip played with her slit but did not enter her at all. It was meant to keep her slightly aroused even as she lowered down to the delight of the cultist. Exposed he groaned A hand on her shoulder now and the other seized her by the back of the head as if he were eager to drive him down that rod.

But that hand fell away probably by a command or a look by the creature behind her. If she were to learn she had to work out things for herself and at her own pace. The hand on her shoulders squeezed her as his head tipped back as she began.

That tentacle played with her just as she played with the cultist. Never enough to truly set her on fire but enough to make her certain he could have done so if he desired. He had all night, had he wished he could have had tried to make her cum right there. Rather he was just doing enough to make her feel good as another tentacle joined in with the first rubbing and caressing her special pearl.

Kirsty didn't even think a reply to the Whisperer's reminder that she would be expected to pleasure the entire congregation once she finally came. She hoped to have escaped by then, or else be nonsensical. She would try for escape first though. She had an idea for that which would meet the monster's challenge that she change something a part of the actual room. She couldn't think about it right now though. She had to make it look like she was making an effort to learn the art of fellatio.

She had been telling the truth about never having done this before but she had seen porn and had a basic understanding of how it was supposed to be done, as well as a few theories of her own that she was kinda interested in trying out. Ian didn't seem to want to wait for her to figure it out though. He started to grab her by the back of the head and her heart rate jumped, afraid he'd try to face fuck her with little regard for her wants and desires. Something stopped him though and his hand abruptly dropped from her head.

She withdrew from her task to look up at him quizzical. She hadn't wanted for him to seize control of the action away from but she was curious as to why he had stopped. She caught him looking behind her, fear in his eyes for a second, before he glanced down at her as though just realizing that she had stopped. She raised a brow and peered back over her shoulder at the creature. His expression was too alien for her to read though if she had to guess he must have given Ian some signal to stop. He clearly meant for her to figure this out on her own... or mostly.

Another tentacle extended between them to again tease her sex. She fought the instinct to squirm at the intimate attention. She still couldn't read his face so she couldn't be sure if he was trying to torment or encourage her with this action though. Her body didn't care about the things motives though. It just responded to the external signal that sex was imminent and moist began to spread between her thighs. She tried to ignore it and returned to attending to Ian's shaft. She didn't immediately take it back into her mouth though. Instead she wrapped her fingers around the girth of it and began stroking him. With her other hand she began to gently fondle his balls. She leans forward to kiss and suck them lightly as well to gauge his response.

The majority of the cultists were left to imagine that it was their cocks that had been tended too. Those still stroking their lengths adapted to her speed. In time though they knew that they would be shoving themselves inside her, filling every tight hole. But for now they had to wait.

But the Whisper waited. His fingers slid against the back of her shoulders as the pair of tentacles continued to tease. Nice and slow building up her arousal. Her clit played with just as she was playing with that cock, a wide eyed Ian lording over her, his features pleasure ridden.

He groaned out in approval to what she was doing, that member twitching even quicker, a sheen of pre covered the tip now as a slow leak started up. His hands balling into firsts as she worked torn between grabbing her and obeying her.

His balls ached and even her kisses allowed her to taste a hint of him. He was so ready to explode and yet trying not to do just that. "Please ..." the word hot and husky. She heard a dark chuckle in her head though it wasn't like actual sound where she could guess a direction. She just felt it was close, felt as if it were behind her. But she didn't think he as laughing at her but the plight of the cultist that wanted more and yet couldn't force her, not without risk of course and he was smart enough not to take that risk and thus he was forced to simply ask her.

But the Whisperer did not tell her what to do. Nor did the speed of those tentacles pick up either. One rubbed over her calf though. Clearly he wasn't the only one captivated by the show and saw no reason to instruct her further allowing her full command over the situation for now.

A hand did smooth down the back of her head as he stroked down those locks brushing them up and down at a slow pace with no other signs of encouragement. There was no pushing her head forward for instance and it seemed that he had been in no hurry to make her cum at least not yet.

She smiled at Ian choked plea, pleased to hear she was having an effect. She would have continued teasing him but he had said please and she wanted to show that she respected that word. She traced the underside of his shafted up to the tip with her tongue, pausing briefly with the salty drop on precum touched her tongue. She had never tasted anything like it before and though she couldn't really say she was in love with it, it also wasn't as bad as she had imagined it would be.

She closed her mouth around the head of his prick and circled it once with her tongue before letting it sink further passed her lips. She felt hands brushing her hair from behind and knew it wasn't Ian. The Whisperer must have closed the distance between them but he wasn't pressuring her. He was just... petting her. Encouraging her to continue. His gentleness was working more to soften her than anything else. If she closed her eyes she was imagine this wasn't some shameful act of compliance. She could pretend she was being seduced by two gorgeous men... She resisted the urge. If she gave in to fantasizing she might miss her chance to escape. The Whisperer wouldn't forget his promise to let the other cultists gang rape her once she came. She had to resist.

She straightened her spine, forcing herself to hold a more uncomfortable posture so she wouldn't relax too much. She needed to stay forced on the here and now, where she was and what she was doing. She struggled to stamp down the rising arousal the Whisperer's tentacles were trying to coax from her. She couldn't get carried away and become complacent. If she came too soon then the creature would let the cultists join in and it would be nigh impossible to get way if they were all grabbing at her and fucking her.

“Uhhh ...” Ian shuddered with the feel of her tongue coursing along the underside of his throbbing erection. His head lifted to the ceiling as she took him in though and she barely got started before she felt the pulse of that rod within her mouth. He had tried to hold back but couldn't emptying those taut balls.

The Whisperer chuckled again as she realized just how close she had been in giving in to whatever fantasies stormed though her mind. The press out those tentacles became firmer but still had not penetrated her. The back of her head still caressed in such a fashion.

Stay ... She soon realized that the command wasn't directed at her but to Ian. He was forced to endure the feel of her lips as sensitive as he was. He was made to endure the blissful tortures of that tongue until she could feel her hair being grasped and her head drawn back off of that dribbling cock.

Her head had not been pulled back suddenly but the intent was clear that she was being made to stop. The Whisperer glanced down at her with an additional tentacle coiling about her breast and squeezing it. The very tip rubbing against a nipple.

Do you need more practice? He asked her. One thing was for certain there were no shortage to those that would take Ian's place though that was if he had decided to chance who she was with. He waited, pending her answer he had a question of his own but he was in no rush to finish this and thus while she lived she had more time to come up with a means of getting out of the situation she found herself in.

She was surprised by how quickly Ian shot off. She barely had time to react before his organ throbbed and hot semen shot down her throat. She swallowed it quickly, before her mind could fully register what it was. She didn't think the Whisperer would approve of her spilling it out. She could feel him pressing her more with his tentacles, trying to tantalize her into dropping her guards again. Promising ecstasy should she give in to him. She fought the pretty lie. Madness waited down that path.

She felt him tugging her gently away from Ian's tool by her hair. He tilted her head back to look at him. She regarded the strange invested visage dazedly as he spoke in her mind again. Had she had enough practice? She blinked slowly, debating how she should answer. It felt a bit like it might be a trick question and she didn't want to get it wrong. "I'm not sure that one brief session could be considered sufficient practice but if you wish for me to attend to you now then I shall endeavor to do my best..."

It didn't seem to be a trick though an honest question. His grasp on her hair ended and he resumed stroking through it though Ian did not move. His member twitched coated in her saliva and it was he that she would continue on. Each lick bringing tormented pleasure to him as she kissed it and sucked on it. He throbbed as he groaned again and again at her ministrations.

Though after a small while once she got back into it the very tip of that tentacle pressed inside her. His touch on her clit eased up a little though the thrust of that tentacle inside her had been just as slow though only two of three inches in depth. He used different angles and varied his own girth. His boneless nature allowed him to expand and contract. At some stages he had been as thin as a pencil and at others her stretched her to capacity.

With that barest portion of himself he learned quickly as to what she particularly liked. He knew the angle, the right size, just where to hit. But he wasn't deep enough to hit those erogenous zones directly. But it was so clear that he could had he wanted to.

It would feel far better than the teasing sensation and yet he had stopped when she got too close, waited and began to tease again once she had time to calm. It was clear that the same pleasured tortures she was bringing to Ian had been visited upon her. He played with her, though it was clear that he was keeping her for himself for now rather then driving her straight over that edge.

He would stop once more when she had finished he did as well that tentacle drawing out of her and the one playing with her clit retracted. Did you need more practice?

The Whisperer let her practice continue but this time he was less inclined to sit this one out. One of the tentacles that had been teasing her clit pressed inside her as she worked Ian back into . His thrust had been far gentler than the first time he had taken her. He did not penetrate very deeply thankful but he did his best to distract her. While she struggled to stay focused on Ian's cock, the Whisperer decided to start a course of study all his own. He tested her, trying different angles and girths, searching for the ones that got him the best reaction.

It was torture. She fought for control herself and not let on how much of an affect he was having on her. He seemed able to divine them anyway. He always knew when she was nearing completion and stopped just short of her achieving it. She was near tears when he drew her back from Ian again. She didn't want to switch over to serving him again but he had made it clear he didn't intend to leave her be if she opted to continue her "practice" so she shook her head in surrender. "No... I think I have learned all I can from this one. May I serve you now?" She heart raced, nervous he continue his exploration of her even while she pleasures him. She did not know how much more she could take before she gave in completely.

She hoped that at least he would have her change the room again first. She had to at least make some effort to escape. Simon could to suffering and dying even now. If she could not die to save him then she should at least try to escape and try to live for him. Or at least, maybe the attempt would insight the demon to kill her at last. She was not looking forward to hours of sexual torture by his hands leading to being brutally fuck to death by his followers soon after.

Ian stepped back as if commanded to do so and the touch on her hair ended. Rather then have her shift he slithered in front of her keeping her there on that cushion. A hand set gently upon her shoulder and he gazed down at her, tentacles touching her as they brushed against her legs.

Then let us not delay any further.

The trio of cocks came back into view though for the moment at least she had been given some respite. Her sex and clit had been ignored though tentacles still nudged and rubbed against her.. Some played with her breasts pressing them together squeezing them or flicking the nipples with the tips of those tentacles. He even pulled them gently treating her like a piece of pizza dough to be stretched and played with.

As far as her selection or how she chose to go about this he left up to her though she would see some of the worms that fled Yeager earlier collecting around his body. Not those that died or were immature to begin with but those that were on the borderline as if they were incapable of survival on their own for long.

Yeager was still down though and it looked as if they were waiting for something, a spark of life or other sign to reunite with the host body. It had appeared that they had second thoughts about going off on their own or Yeager realized that they needed to shimmer a bit longer if his consciousness was split up into all these worms then it made some sense that when realizing that they were not ready yet they came back.

But the smaller ones may not have had much control or were waiting on some of the larger ones. As far as she could tell he needed so much of himself gathered into a vessel, perhaps calling forth the Whisperer killed a large chunk of them. But there was the matter of the three cocks before her.

The Whisperer shifted his gaze to see what she was looking at. Do not worry about him. You shouldn't have to. Either she'd be dead by then or Yeager would be out of it for some time to come. If it were the later then she had more of a chance to effect this reality of his making.

"Oh, I'm not worried about him, I assure you." She replied without thinking, her dislike for Yeager evident in her voice. She hadn't been thinking so much about his wellbeing as much as Simon's. The smaller hunters were returning to their host but he wasn't absorbing them and healing. Did that mean he was absorbed elsewhere? Was he with the large hunters, still hunting Simon? Would the hunters present react once Yeager succeeded in killing the boy.

She shook her head. She couldn't focus on that now. The Whispered was waiting for her and, if she took too long to obey him, he would likely punish her somehow. He had stopped abusing her cunt at least, though now his tentacles had moved on to playing with her breasts as though she were a lump of clay. She tried to ignore the indignity of if. "Forgive my distraction." She bowed her head in true deference. She shifted on her knees, which were starting to ache from prolonged sitting. The pain was useful though. It kept her distant.

She reached out and took hold of one of his smaller cocks and began massaging it while she considered. After a second she made a decision and took the other small cock in her other hand, neither of the cocks were small really but beside the large center dong they seemed more manageable. She didn't think the creature would allow for her to only attend to two of his clocks though so she leaned forward and began servicing the last with her mouth. It was larger than Ian's but she managed. Hopefully this would appease him for now and he would not resume the earlier torture.

Again he chuckled at her concern for Yeager or lack there of. But it was more like approving of the thought or seeing it from her vantage point. Oh, how callous. Though he was not a man but something quite different and as alien and ancient as he.

But he did not concern himself with Yeager but focused on the current matter at hand. The smaller cocks delighted in her touch. They were cool but not cold yet they throbbed and pulsed in a similar way to Ian's. They were smoother too and didn't require any sort of lubrication it seemed as her hands smoothly moved about them. Any addition lubrication would have been gravy added to potatoes. It wasn't necessary but some thought there was something more favorable about it.

That central cock was more of an issue. There was no way she could have deep throated it or even taken it all in though it did not seem as if she had been expected to either. But using her tongue and mouth on what she could manage got a few groans out of the creature.

He was not urging her on or forcing her to take more than she could manage though letting her learn and work out the best approaches herself.

But he lasted much longer than Ian. It was true that he was enjoying himself though he did say something that may have relieved her a little. Another reward? Perhaps …

The Hunters will be disorientated until Yeager collects his strength again. The boy will have no opposition until he has gathered his senses at least.

He allowed her to continue for a bit longer before drawing her head back off him. Now are you ready to try your hand at trying to alter something else? Alter this time and not just add.

That large cock throbbed before her face as if at any moment it would explode it's gunk all over her. Each moment seemed as if he were going to do just that but nothing erupted forth. The same throbbing could be felt in the ones in her hands leaving her to wonder if all three were connected, that if he made the smaller ones cum the larger one would as well though there was no way of knowing that until it was time unless she addressed that.

She had suspected that Ian had fun too quickly. The Whisperer clearly required more to be satisfied. She wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing for her. She worked his clocks diligently, a little intrigued by the feel of them. The smaller two were on par sizewise with Ian but they were unnaturally smooth and seemed to be self lubricating. That was likely a good thing for her as less. It was the larger cock that made her nervous. It was too big to take fully into her mouth as she had with Ian's. She was a little afraid what it would do to her if or when he started Fucking her with it.

She was distracted from this line of thoughts by another "whisper" in her head. Simon would be alright for the moment. Yeager couldn't use his hunters to kill the boy in the state he was in. How long will it take him to heal? She thought back. Wondering how long Simon had before he was in danger again. She wanted to beg him to spare the child but she resisted. Knowing it would please him too much and that he would refuse her in any case.

She continued working his shafts until he stopped her and asked her to alter the room again. Finally! She wasn't sure what his aim in testing her this way but if it helped her escape in the long run then it was worth it. She nodded in reply, "Of course, I live to serve you." She couldn't resist adding a hint of sardonic humor into her response. It was true, after all. She was only drawing breath at this point because he still wanted to play with her. She was only glad the service this time wasn't sexual in nature... at least not at the moment.

She knew what she intended to change already. There were two doors to this chamber and the offences her to no end. She turned to glare at the nearest one and willed in to fade away leaving the gaping doorway and the hall beyond it exposed to all. She returned her gaze obediently to the creature. "Was that sufficient?"