Hands and tentacles worked over her body which felt like one solid bundle of nerves. The thrusts of those tentacles eased up allowing her brain to process what was happening to her. That and Daphnee worked out the tentacles in the sense of their transformation. While they shifted at random she learned that she could trigger that shift with her own response.

Further, it felt as if she triggered some form of pleasure within that vortex. Good. She thought.

It would have been disappointing to let down a fan. If this moment was anti-climatic that would suck. She had a role to live up too. All her experience on Shokushu fashioned her towards the inevitable. The various training of the guests and even the rare skills she had been taught outside of the realm of just sex prepared her for more than just the one role.

Daphnee was insightful. Managing to work out things with little information. In her neglected childhood her mind often turned in on itself as she pondered questions learning to look at things from various angels before exploring things to learn the truth. She had the time being ignored so much so the exercise killed boredom.

Hands would find that her neck was one of those delightful zones. It having been covered up with the collar in years passed it was hardly targeted. While not as strong as her breasts there was a clear response. The choker she now wore did little against that touch. The augmentations making it feel as if there had been flesh on flesh contact. When there actually was the strength would only blossom.

Daphnee adapted. A quick wipe at her eyes before half sitting up. Her back still arched as her breasts were fondled and licked. If she didn't see it for herself she would have sworn there were mouths or tongues but found that it was his expert control of the smaller tendrils that allowed for these sensations. They doubled as fingers too.

“O-OK. Just AH a bit m-more OH!” She began moving her hips a little as if stirring those tentacles up inside her. She was still slow counting on a slow simmer as they escalated. Her mind tolerating the slower build as those connections were formed in her mind.

Should he speed up too much she had one trick left to her. Daphnee figured the odds to be next to zero. But now that she wasn't as overwhelmed there was a shot that her meditative techniques could work. She rather not rely on them especially since what she had in mind modified what she had learned so she hadn't had a chance to practice it yet. Plus a greater pace would probably distract her too much from employing it.

Still as her hips moved she squeezed against him, relaxed and squeezed again. Not that she played but it was like using an instrument. Refusing to get into a predictable pattern save for those inevitable orgasms that hit her fairly often. Restraint hardly came up. Too many had been pleased by her ability to preserve after cumming so often. It was a game to some, to see how often they could coax an orgasm from her. How long she could last. That stamina was constantly challenged so the guests were often pleased. Daphnee was conditioned to serve and easily submitted. Often she tricked herself in taking control of situations granting the illusion of being in charge or making it seem like things had been her own idea. Right now, however, she was still getting us to all these feelings that had been slamming against her at once. Pleasure burning brighter than the others even if there were multiple sensations of pleasure she was still sorting out.

"You're certainly very eager..."

Sensitive as her insides was, even those tentacles seemed to 'read' her just right - shifting just before the intrusion became too much. This kept her on edge as he paced his thrusts just enough to keep her at the edge. When her body pressed down, the tentacles inside her shifted back into a living liquid, the constant shift between forms and how her body was servicing it seeming to cause more rumbles of pleasure from deep in the vortex. He now leaned over her, the eyes peering at her almost-nude body with clear interest as he slowly upped the pace, hands exploring her body, as if seeking out more ways to pleasure her.

Instead of driving her to orgasm right away, they were specifically working together to keep her on the edge, while not sending her tumbling down the unfathomably deep hole of pleasure. Sometimes, they would ease back to let her work her way up, other times they would surge forwards, leaving her to experience the sheer fullness of being fucked hard. Once she had gotten used to the way he used her to pleasure himself, he leaned forward, eager to experience what she had to offer.

"A pleasant surprise, to be sure."

The waves working through the liquid tentacles was the first giveaway that ... whatever it was, it was getting close to a climax of its own.

The last 24 hours or so had been fraught with a good deal of surprises. Daphnee had experienced a few unusual things, however, they were in small doses. She had been close to being overwhelmed and certainly would have been now had not another thing distracted her mind. Pleasure seared into her but that had not been the half of it.

She managed a little nod. The more she learned the better off she was in the long run. Whether sex or some other skill Daphne often through herself into things with zeal. Sometimes she came to the conclusion that she was learning the wrong sort of thing and ceased her studies. At one time she practiced lock picking before concluding it was a waste of time. As a Prefect she was to enforce rules and if there was a lock that she wasn't given a key to then there was a good reason not to bypass it. After all she expected the same rules to apply to her.

This had been different she realized. After the first few minutes of dealing with this plethora of attacks and allowing her to cum so much he changed tactics. Those tentacles shifted within her more often. They drove her to the brink of release only to deny her.

The first time she had thought he got the angel wrong or decided to changed things up a bit. After the third time she realized it was intentional. “OH FUCK!”

That pace increased and so too had her own eagerness as she moved a bit faster. More often she felt those waves inside her. She wanted to cum, needed to cum. Fighting against begging for it her body did what her words did not working harder, clenching only to feel that frustrating shift.

What sounded like pleasure emitted from that vortex. Numerous eyes upon her, her grip on the sheets tightened. With her senses in full bloom she felt each individual thread against her fingers and palms.

A pleasant surprise? She wasn't certain if he meant something that she did or if it getting him to cum had been unusual or took longer. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and that liquid inside her was the only relief she had from it.

“UHH!!! OHH!!! T-That's it! CUM … I want your cum!” Or whatever passed for it, she wasn't able to think it all through as again her body began to peak at the attention she was receiving.

“UHH!!! OHH!!! T-That's it! CUM … I want your cum!”

"Want, huh? Well then... it's rude to keep a woman waiting."

Several of those tendrils arched over her, even some of the hands melting, losing coherence as her tight holes pleasured the intruders inside her - to form coiling tubes as her cry sent him into a frenzy. Now fucking her wild, the eyes twitched this way and that as the vortex was drawn inwards, the tentacles inside her eagerly thrusting away at her insides. Her muscles had become pretty good at drawing the intruders in, with ease borne of practice as the ridges and nodules pushed up, giving her ample warning of what was about to come next.

The thing inside her ass came first, appearing to split apart into thousands of tiny, fingernail-sized tentacles all pushing their way deeper into her before a powerful spurt of warm liquid rushed into her insides. Almost as if in sequence, the thing inside her drenched pussy twitched, before driving itself as deep as it would go before unloading that warm, oily cum deep into her insides. As the first spurt died off, he grunted again, giving her a second dose of exactly what she had asked for. The tapered tip easily pressed against the quivering hole of her cervix, filling up her womb with what felt like a ball of warmth. One final spurt in her ass, and then - the things hovering above her spewed their loads onto her tits and neck. As the torrent ceased, his tentacles shifted her head up slightly, so as to let her breathe from above the swarm of tentacles that now eagerly groped and caressed her cum-stained body.

“YES! YES! YES! GIVE IT TO ME! AHHH!” He surged inside her with incredible speed. Each nodule and ridge keenly felt against her between those fluid transitions.

Hands, fingers and tentacles all feel apart on her becoming liquid too. Daphnee's skin felt as if it were being bathed in warm butter. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her body reacting. An explosion hit her all at once where she could sear she saw lights dancing before her eyes.

As that speed increased those thrusts were less careful in maintaining that precision that kept her on the brink as he race towards his own. Yet it didn't hit all at once, he knew what he was doing well enough to delay her trigger a little. A gush of liquid head filled her ass, a moment later he was hitting her cervix filling her with that essence as even more rained down on her prone form. There had been so much of it that she looked as if ink had been smeared all over her. Hardly a spot had been left clean making her green eyes stand out even more as she opened them.

It took a second for it to click. The thought catching up to her as she quivered and thrashed there as if 10,000 volts was flowing through her body. Then she fell still as her orgasm passed. With the first breath she took she felt that residue against her, her skin tingled unlike before.

This was far stronger. Whether it was the sensation of so much of her being exposed where each patch of skin screamed in bliss or the shear amount of that essence she couldn't say. But it felt more than good. It felt incredible.

“T-Thank you Master.” Even now she tried to work out how she was going to deal with this pleasant essence. In the end she gave up and continued in her role bringing a finger to her lips and sucking her gloved finger for his show. Even moving her arm that short distance, the act of speaking and the action itself send shivers all along her spine.

“So good.”

“So good.”

As the viscous fluid clung onto her fair skin, sending fresh surges of pleasure as they did something to her, the vortex above her seemed to shrink back down, or was it receding into the distance? From her vantage point, it could have been either. Meanwhile, his cum seemed to throb with a life of its own inside her as it continued to spread into her, leaving an almost-visible trail of pleasure and pleasant tingling behind its path.

"Isn't it?" the eyes seemed to almost smile at her obedience. "Though, it's not good to partake too much all at once."

That's when her sense-enhanced skin felt the presence of more tentacles stripping her bare. The corset was first pulled apart, and peeled off her body to fully reveal her bare body to the roving eyes that now lurked around the luxurious quarters. Their touch felt light, almost electric as they slid through her well-lubricated body, carefully taking off her gloves and boots with the careful touch of someone clearly experienced with the task. More of those liquid lengths coiled around her body, solidifying as they lifted her cum-stained form off the bed. The secretions on her skin almost seemed to twitch in confusion as she was lifted up into the air.

Perhaps she expected to get fucked silly again, but he had other plans for now - she was taken to an equally spectacular-looking bathhouse.

"Much as I'd like to stay and have fun for the remaining time, there's so much I'm supposed to do." he finally admits. "Interested in helping me out?"

“Indeed it is Master ...” Daphnee huffed and puffed. The vortex seemed to shrink. Fluid grew solid around her, the touch sending sparks into her brain especially as her drenched garments were pulled from her entirely. She felt the fabric being drawn against her skin.

It was stuck fast taking a little effort to remove as it clung to her skin. For each inch it yielded Daphnee felt the blossoming of her own pleasure. The cum inside her flowed within her stimulating her internally as the tendrils did so externally. Stripped she was lifted up feeling the dripping of that substance as gravity drew it along her body.

The action caused her to shiver. It was similar to an ice cube flowing down her body but far more intense. It wasn't a single cube but felt as if there were hundreds of them trickling over her in various places. The effect had her cumming again with the constant flow, what she still felt inside her and the movement to the bathroom.

Green eyes flicked around her new surroundings. Daphnee attempted to keep her neck as still as possible feeling that euphoric sensation hit her with even the tinniest movement she tried not to get overwhelmed by it. Speaking and breathing had been bad or was it good enough. Her orgasms still hit her smaller now but near constant.

“Oh?” She questioned. Not sure what he had in mind. Was he making excuses? Was he just that busy? Or did he have so much wealth that he could afford renting her without too much fuss in clearing his schedule since it was a pittance to him? So many questions bombarded them though none of them mattered. It was his money after all and he could do with it (and her for the time being) what he wished.

She smiled. The pull of those muscles felt almost as good as one of his thrusts into her to a smaller degree. From her time as a Prefect Daphnee was use to helping out when she could. She and the other Prefects had to cover for one another. Especially to free up time or in the case of disruptive guests that set back their own schedules.

“I would be happy to help, Master. How may I serve you?”

“I would be happy to help, Master. How may I serve you?”

"Very good."

Without warning, the jets of water activated - moving so differently that the only reasonable explanation was that gravity had lost all meaning inside that smooth ceramic bowl. The pleasant warmth splashed against her body, lifting off the most determined clingers still hanging onto her body, forcing it back into the vortex proper, leaving her body clear - and aside from that collar she now wore, completely bare now that the clingy 'liquid sheet' of cum had been peeled off her. The mass inside her was another story - it seemed to resonate with the relaxing warmth of the waters, shifting just so inside her to provide a superb balance between comfort and pleasure as she was washed. Sometimes, the water moved as if it was a living being, carefully getting at some hard-to-reach spots to massage and clean her up - but that was impossible, right? Eventually, the waters were 'folded' back into the vents, taking away the excess moisture on her skin, leaving her as if she had been toweled dry.

As she was allowed to step out from the off-white bowl of the baths, a single deep-blue tentacle emerged from the vortex, floating slowly over her bare breasts, taking in her sexy curves for a moment before it casually loops around the choker she wore, forming a makeshift leash around her neck as the lengths split apart to reinforce her collar. The liquid sensation of his touch felt smooth and cool against her skin as he approached.

"Now then, would you prefer to walk or crawl to the briefing room?"

“AIIIEEE!!!” Blasts of water caught her by surprise. Her body engulfed and enhanced even more so by those fluids that bathed her Daphnee dropped to her knees, her palms pressing against the floor as the impossible happened.

Water came at her from all directions blasting her clean. The inkiness flowing back to the vortex. That sudden experience causing her to have one powerful orgasm. Her body so attuned to her experiences.

The water retracted from her skin leaving her perfectly clean. Even the choker was dry. She shivered though it wasn't from the cold but from after shocks from that release.

“Oh my gawd,” she gasped. Her head lifted up as her mind cleared. A tentacle curling about her neck while another gripped her breast pleasantly. It felt good but she was no longer hyper sensitive. Save for what filled her. She felt the spikes of pleasure with every movement she took no matter how small. It kept her on edge, an arousal that wouldn't die as that liquid teased her from the inside.

“Seeing that I am already down here Master ...” she trailed off smiling. Honestly she didn't trust her legs at that moment and so followed along in his wake like some obedient pet to the briefing room. Each little movement caused her to whimper in bliss.

Thankfully, the trip wasn't too long - and the floor seemed to shift under her, the panels softening slightly under her approach to avoid putting too much pressure on her hands and knees. Every now and then, her master would stop to let her rest, and talk with some of the myriad crew members in an odd - almost familiar language that she had sworn she had heard before, but she couldn't pinpoint WHAT it was. Most of the time, the crew and staff thankfully ignored her aside from a few praising her for being such an obedient pet or the few gentle pats on her head. Good thing, too - she was being kept at the edge of bliss by the shifting mass inside her womb slowly easing pleasure into her whole being.

Entering the briefing room, her master directed her to sit at the glowing, translucent table next to him for a moment. The chairs were luxurious, and he let her sit in one of those seats as he was waiting for whoever was to arrive. The soft, warm fabric reminded her a little of the bed where she had so much fun on. As she settled down on the relaxing chairs, a smooth, synthesized voice sounded across the small, embedded speakers in the floor - announcing some nobility, it seemed.

"Duke Yerlis, Admiral Keevah and Lord Mayor Erhiu have arrived." it spoke.

"Allow them to enter." the vortex spoke.

On the far end, a set of doors opened to allow three hulking figures to enter the meeting room. Bowing to the vortex, they announce themselves as Yerlis, Keevah and Erhiu of the Quarry World of Delta Yjves-3. Yerlis is a mass of living tentacles - reminding her of a classic tentacle monster. Keevah was a boulder-like creature, her segmented arms moving oddly as she moved across the floor before seating herself. Erhiu was the strangest of the bunch - a tall, emancipated humanoid wearing a beautiful, shimmering black jumpsuit and a reddish cloak. It's eyes were closed shut, a mass of wrinkles a thin-lipped mouth the only features on its pale, motionless face. And as her sharp eyes focused on further details - she realized that Erhiu was floating in the air, a few centimeters off the ground.

"Please, be seated - gentlemen and lady." the vortex replies calmly, as the discussions begin on the sale of mining rights to the planet. For a moment, everything goes smoothly. It's only during a short break that Keevah finally raises the question that must've been on all their minds.

"Great one, I know that we all have a good collection of T-Dolls, but was it necessary for you to bring one to this meeting?" the rocky, squat creature asks. "O-of course, I mean no disrespect - I just wanted to know what you had in mind..."

"Keevah, she is no mere Doll." her master spoke. "Daphnee von Heinrich is one hundred percent pure-bred human. She works for me for this (he tapped the time agreed upon with an inky tentacle) certain agreed-upon period of time, of her own free will." The contract details were projected into their as their eyes bulge out. Even the frail-looking humanoid's eyes open, revealing a vast, inky darkness as he reads the terms and time scale of the agreement.

At this revelation, the trio shift into a completely incomprehensible language as they discuss something urgently. Eventually, a consensus is reached, and they turn their heads back towards the vortex.

"Sir, we would like to experience a little time with your pet human." Yerlis begins. "W-with your permission, of course..."

"Is that so? Then, what do you offer in return?" the swirling form of her master speaks.

"Uh... h-how about a 10% raise on our previous agreement?" Erhiu cautiously raises his hand.

"10% is a little too low, isn't it?" her master spoke, as the shifting eyes turned to her. "What do you think, Daphnee? Should we raise it to 30%?"

Silence falls upon the briefing room as all eyes fall to the nude human girl sitting by her master's side.

The floor was a colloid, neither solid nor liquid. It depressed slightly beneath her knees and palms. Each area of contact tingled pleasingly from those contact points. The surface itself seemed to diffuse much of that sensation had the surface been solid just as it gave a bit and she sank into the surface a little before moving along.

At first she believed the crew to be automatons. For the most part she had been ignored. But why speak to machines unless they were as sophisticated as those dolls she was told about. Some words felt familiar. Perhaps because she knew two languages there was more of a chance of something sounding like a word she had heard. It was like being around someone speaking a foreign language. You didn't understand it but felt that it was such and such a language or sounded like Chinese or Russian based on familiar sounds and tones. Daphnee only understood things that included her.

Pats to her purple locks and praise. She dismissed the notion that they were machines. Eunuchs? No, that didn't seem right. Not ever species had been sexually interested in another after all. You tended to stick with your own species. The abundance of guests on the island had colored her opinion there. Maybe they didn't think about their Master/employers things.

She smiled and thanked them. Even when/if she didn't understand them picking up on their tone. Resting here and there the blaze of liquids continued to heat her from the inside as it sloshed within her. Thankfully they didn't go far. Though the seat she sat in had been pleasing.

Daphnee silently observed things. Introductions made she watched on noting that they differed to her Master. This indicated their lower status. Not just that but one was female too. Something that Daphnee was unaware of had it not been stated. Once it had she viewed the trio casually looking for those features that indicated this. Either the rock or tentacles … she ruled out the last of the three.

It was easy to figure out that humans were a delicacy. Rarity or an ability. Something that they possessed that dolls couldn't replicate. This caused her to wonder more about the visits on the island. All her life she had been around humans so she never thought of anything special about her species.

She considered what she had figured out for herself. Slavery … being groomed towards it. Had the island prepared her for it, shipping a select portion of the enrolled if not all of them to slave markets? Or did the school serve as a sampler with the best being sent off?

She bounced some politics in her head. If they were rare and sought after wouldn't they invade? Or would an invasion spark a war from other species? Would it then escalate to obtain a rare resource? Was Earth the only world with humans? Did this cause a truce of sorts to be reached instead? Her head swam with questions, none of which were going to be answered nor did she bring any of them up.

Daphnee questioned things to herself a lot. Her mind coming up with questions that it tried to answer. Of course she couldn't answer all of them herself but a general question was a start. Eyes shifted toward her. She debated something in her head knowing it best not to contradict her Master and yet not wishing to be falsely represented too which could be worse in the long run. Then she had to consider it being discovered in the short amount of time too. Hell, they probably had some sort of scanners or means of checking her for purity and truth be told she wasn't certain herself.

She viewed each in return as if considering the price when she was really buying some time to process all this. Then she thought of an angel for herself so immersed in the scenario that Daphnee bought into it as if it were reality.

“I am human Master. Though I did receive some medical work that repaired my jaw some time back.” She had been infused with something. All she knew was that it allowed her to access a craft that she couldn't before. She felt no different, other than her jaw being repaired, it could be as simple as a piece of alien substance to mended her jaw or some weird DNA that promoted healing. Lots of the guests had weird powers. If it were a metal or device the locks on the ship could recognize it like a key of sorts. Honestly she never thought about it until now. She hadn't passed through metal detectors.

Subconsciously she rubbed her jaw. It was probably nothing, guests still sought her out after the ordeal so nothing had changed from her perspective. Getting a cast for a broken limb didn't make one any less human or implants and screws after an accident so the claim was 99% likely. There was a mere sliver of doubt so she erred on the side of caution.

“But I would add just a small amendment Master. Your wish is my command, but a sliver of land too. It need not be big, large enough for a Pet House. I'm making an assumption here that you may want to purchase more time in the future. A place to stay or wait while you take care of other things. A place forbidden to others too so no one gets any ideas.”

Daphnee had to make plenty of assumptions. He would probably want to keep her close in the future. The world could be remote or other worlds more suited. His work could be dangerous or not, she didn't know. And a place that she could escape too in the future gave her options, granted her options were still bad. How was she going to get to some place she didn't know the location of was a problem for another day.

She also didn't know her value. She guessed from prior reactions that the value of humans had been high but how high was another question. “Ultimately Master, it is your time to do as you wish with. So portioning it out to others should be profitable.”

“Ultimately Master, it is your time to do as you wish with. So portioning it out to others should be profitable.”[/quote] she replied.

"Right you are. You've got an excellent sense for business." the vortex approved of her final decision before turning to the trio of ambassadors/negotiators. "Very well. 35% of the total, coming down to 610,000 - rounded down of your platinum chips, and I'll let you have a little fun with her."

"But you said 30-" the tentacle monster started, only to get quickly shushed by the boulder-like creature next to it.

"T-this is acceptable..." the tall, lanky humanoid peered at her, as if trying to sense any form of deceit.

"But be warned..." her owner continued, his voice still calm - but there was the hard edge of a threat that caused the tiny hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end for a moment. "If you are careless and incur any damages, I expect you to pay for damages."

The way the word 'pay' came out, it probably involved something far harsher than mere financial compensation. Whatever it was - it was frightening enough for these ranked aliens to nod eagerly in response.

"And you..." the vortex pointed a long, almost accusatory finger towards the emaciated humanoid. "None of that brainwashing or memory-tampering of yours. I have purchased her for a certain amount of time, and theft is a federal crime."

"I would never do such a thing, sir." Erhiu spoke, bowing lightly as he clasped his hands together, awaiting his final verdict.

Taking a moment to consider their eager replies, the eyes of the vortex regard Daphnee for a moment. "Very well. I permit you to serve them as you would serve me, Daphnee."

Daphnee got a sense that these three resided over a conquered world or sought to enter into some sort of corporate trade. Being allowed to market goods, in this case mining profits, to sell in a sector of space. The truth was beyond her but it was clear that they were lesser beings in the grand scheme of things as indicated in the price hike.

Once those details had been settled she appraised the three from where she sat then nodded at a cluster of eyes. “I shall do my best Master.” She stood, pressure left her ass and back. Now only her feet felt that augmented touch.

She had wondered about Erhiu's abilities. She had little contact with psychic entities recalling only one that seemed to fit. The other two at least reminded her of visitors to the island. Telepathic? Telekinesis maybe? She had not missed the fact that he hovered over the floor even if slightly. Almost as if he had some detain in touching it.

She moved towards the trio, her hips swaying, liquid teasing her innards as they sloshed about.

“Now, are all three of you going to go at once or do you want me to yourselves and take turns?”

She traced on hand against the rocky chest of the admiral. Which wasn't as rocky as she would have thought. Or maybe it was the augmented sensations. It felt warmer than she would have thought and not as hard either. Not soft but there was a bit more give then expected though not half as much as if it were actual flesh.

“And ...” Daphnee's side pressed into the tentacles feeling their tentacles slid against her. As she spoke she set her sights on Erhiu. If she had it right he was the mayor. “do we do it here or elsewhere?”

She smiled a little gazing at the mass of tentacles. “Now where I come from royalty would decide but I'm uncertain about an admiral and mayor. It's more prestigious to be an admiral, mayors get elected by the people. So duke, admiral, mayor if you're taking turns, at least that is my recommendation. Unless my Master has any preference,” she glanced over her shoulder at the sea of eyes before looking back.

“So what will it be?” She supposed that all three of them had been her Master for now. It would avoid conflicts and wasting time if there was a clear hierarchy to things before they began.

They considered this, descending into a mishmash of standard, that surreal-but-familiar language, then back to that utterly incomprehensible tongue before coming to an agreement.

"Much as we'd like to spend the whole day with you, alas - it is not to be." the boulder-like creature spoke first. "We will be taking you on all at once..."

"Have fun." the vortex seemed to slouch, curious to see how she would last against three aliens at once.

The boulder-like thing moved first, microscopic fractures cracking open to reveal a field of shifting 'fingers' that eagerly reached out to her, while the tentacle monster - already ahead in terms of physical contact, began to grope and caress her shapely thighs, the leathery shafts easily seeking out her preferred spots while her owner thankfully undid the leash on her neck. The haggard alien in the jumpsuit seemed to disrobe slowly, nervous - yet eager as his inky black eyes explored her body. Despite his gaunt appearance, his cock was nothing to scoff at. A mass of bristling muscle that seemed to erect itself without the tell-tale throb of blood flowing through its veins, desiccated skin felt surreal as he ran his long fingers across her bare back.

"Wait... this isn't synthskin..." he blurts out as he feels out her hips while the admiral eagerly explored her still-sopping wet nethers, delighting at how insanely tight she was. The sensation of the tentacles carefully exploring her bosom felt odd - as of the lengths were merely a layer of several more complex organs inside. However, the comfortable atmosphere of the briefing room allowed her to remain in the nude with no difficulty as the gaunt figure's fingers closed around her thighs.

Daphnee followed what she could of their conversation which wasn't much until they all agreed. “Very well Masters and Mistress.” She still was uncertain who the female was but she diffidently ruled out the mayor upon seeing that member. Though she had already done it was good not to be surprised again.

The room was a pleasant temperature and if not for her own arousal in getting here her nipples wouldn't have been so stiff. They thrummed with blood, each pulse of her heart felt louder in her ears as she was touched. Her creamy thighs gave way to her damp sex. When she was touched there she whimpered a little.

Still tight it was as if she hadn't experienced the last three years. Hell she was wound up even tighter than she had been back then before all this. Tendrils caressed her tits and she could feel how odd they were. They felt tougher than what she usually experienced. Rougher like thick muscles instead of more rubbery and elastic.

Fingers panted her back. That trail tingling.

“Oh, it's real.” A mere touch could tell the difference? She didn't know the differences in texture. Reaching out her hand circled around the mayor's member. Her thumb brushing the tip with the rest of her hand giving a small pump near the end of that length.

“Just as real as my hands.” She felt smothered with all three closing in at once. Each teased her as she was touched and caressed. Her desire had already been great. Even with the three so close her excitement grew.

Daphnee looked between them quickly. Her mind sizing up the situation. Three at once. Mm. She gave this a small measure of thought before shifting some. It was tough with all that rubbing but she managed to straddle one of the tentacles so it was vertical beneath her. She was still standing shuffling her hips back and forth to stimulate herself and the tentacle at the same time without the treat of penetration. There were so many tentacles. Each varying in girth, some she assumed were for locomotion, others for manipulating things. She wondered if she could find one thick enough to take her weight and lay back upon.

So she rubbed back and forth against the duke while teasing the member of the mayor. With her other hand she began rubbing against the chest of the admiral as she searched for some place a bit more sensitive. “So you've all worked out where you want to go? Or am I to choose?”