Renata just smiled. It seemed that Shamira was the only one who didn’t realize just how smoking hot she really was. She was still in her old living-human mindset where many were intimidated by strong women. Not in the world that awoke when the sun went down . . . not for people like this.
“Please state your name,” the King was saying.
“Shamira. Shamira Stapleton,” the would-be “sacrifice” said, remembering her new name.
“What is it that brings you here?” the King asked.
Renata couldn’t help it when she said, “What . . . is your Quest? What . . . is your favorite color?”
Yosyp glared at her. Thorias just looked confused. Renata had thought she was pretty damn funny.
“I am here in hopes of contacting the faerie colonies in the State known as Georgia, in hopes that I might find where members of the faerie community have gone missing. I believe that excessive disappearances might lead to the creators and distributors of the drug known as morning star, and that by finding them we might shut them down and put an end to this evil practice.”
Renata’s smile was now one of pride. Shamira had obviously done her homework and had prepped that little speech in advance.
“Furthermore,” Shamira continued, “we would appreciate all faerie colonies to reply via His Great and Royal Majesty the Most Illustrious Leader Frolthac of the Colony and Her Delectable and Most Beautiful Majesty Queen Lillia of Nature’s Glory, without whose assistance this project could not succeed.”
‘Slam and dunk,’ Renata thought, looking at the Royal couple who were both puffed up with pride.
“When the ritual is complete, your message will be sent far and wide,” the King said, “and we shall lead the crusade against the diabolical . . . do . . . badders.”
The Queen slapped her face with her hand and shook her head. “Just . . . just get on with the ritual.”
Frolthac glared at his wife, then looked back to Shamira. “When you can take no more pleasure, let us know and we will use the accumulated energy to send the signal as far as we can.”
“The more passion you experience, the greater distance the signal will travel. But should you lose consciousness, the ritual will end. Do you understand?”
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“Make yourself comfortable,” the King replied with a devious smirk, then he started to chant.
Shamira stood naked in a shimmering circle when the realization hit her . . . she still didn’t know exactly how this was supposed to work. The source material she’d read had been somewhat vague. She listened to the sound of chanting, starting with the King and then working its way around the circle. At first, nothing happened. Then, ever so slowly, black smoke started to creep out of the ground, faint glowing lines of green energy flowing through it like veins. It had no form, growing like a cloud until finally it seemed to become solid. Tendrils began to creep out of the center mass; no one watching could tell how many.
“Is that thing going to hurt her?” Renata asked, suddenly worried.
“Not unless that’s what she really wants,” Thorias replied.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the power source pumps out more energy if truly aroused, so the conduit takes the form of something from her fantasy.”
Renata felt great relief and tremendous curiosity. Just what kind of passion did Shamira truly possess?
Shamira stared at the entity approaching her, and she seemed to recognize it . . . remember it from somewhere.
The tendrils lengthened and thickened, and the ends seem to grow into bulbous, mushroom-like heads or little suction cup like objects. Some tentacles snaked out and wrapped themselves around Shamira’s ankles while others wrapped around her waist or wrists. Shamira was pulled to her knees as the serpentine forms ensnared more and more of her body. One of the tendrils with the bulbous tip hovered in front of Shamira’s face as if it were looking at her, then it shoved itself between her lips and down her throat.
“Good grief!” Renata whispered, taking a step forward. Then she glanced at Thorias. “Are you sure this thing won’t hurt her?”
Thorias was captivated. “Sure, it’s created from her mind. It will do whatever her subconscious tells it to. Now be quiet. This chick is sick!”
Shamira’s had moved her hands just enough so that she could grasp the thing violating her mouth, and it looked like she was stroking it. Two of the sucker-ended tentacles latched on to the vampire’s nipples and began to tug, distending them and pulling harshly on her breasts. Then the tentacles pulled Shamira’s legs further apart before a particularly thick one rammed its way into her sex.
Renata was mesmerized. She saw surprise and concern and a little fear on her friend’s face as that . . . thing . . . fucked her, but she could smell Shamira’s excitement far more than any fear. ‘The girl watches too much damn anime,’ she thought, her hand sliding under the waistband of her pants, letting a finger slide between her folds and feel her wetness.
The tentacles were doing a number on Shamira’s body. The swollen end in her mouth was large enough that she couldn’t disengage from it even if she wanted to. It tasted sweet to her, like mint chocolate. The vine in her pussy had knotted up as well, filling her insides and pressing against her g-spot, thudding like the Telltale Heart. And then she felt another tentacle pressing its way into her asshole, penetrating her with excruciating slowness. Her nipples ached under the suction of this creature, and she didn’t want it to ever stop. Suddenly, she was lifted completely off the ground and turned horizontal, suspended in the air by this writhing mass of sin that was fucking her in every way imaginable. Shamira came so hard that she was seeing stars, her juices dripping onto the dark mass.
When Shamira climaxed, the conduit’s green veins started to glow brighter, as did the fairies surrounding the ritual. The tentacle in the vampire’s mouth withdrew and spurted a green goo all over her face, which she licked off her lips almost instinctively.
‘Sweet,’ she thought, licking some more and relishing the taste. She wanted more. The conduit responded, shoving another tentacle to take the place of the last. Those octopus-like arms flipped Shamira over, shoving her chest first down into the grass, pounding away at both her lower openings while giving her mouth a reach around.
Renata was masturbating hurriedly. She understood what Shane saw in this woman. Once the real Shamira got out of the box, there was no controlling her, except in the ways she wanted to be controlled. She glanced over and saw a stretching in Yosyp’s pants as he watched on hungrily.
‘Screw it,’ she thought, reaching out and cupping his crotch.
“I am not allowed to dominate you until Clara has approved of my methods,” the elder vampire whispered.
“Who said anything about dominating me? I just want to blow you.”
Yosyp nodded his head casually. “That is acceptable.”
Within ten seconds, she had his pants down past his thighs and his rigid member sliding between her lips. She was wetting the length, watching Shamira get ram-rodded by the bizarre sexual conduit that the faeries had summoned forth.
The faeries were glowing brighter, as the conduit had just forced another orgasm from Shamira’s body. And as before, it “released” shortly after she did, this time depositing its sexual residue in the vampire’s womb. Shamira didn’t want to let it go, but the tentacle pulled out. She moaned in borderline maniacal glee when another slid inside her body. A small suction arm latched onto her clitoris and began to tug, and she climaxed again.
Not only did this one come close on the heels of its predecessor, this one came in a package. Wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure rattled through her abused body, and all the tentacles started to shoot their sweet loads, filling her pussy, ass, and mouth, and few even splattered their stuff on her back and shoulders. The circle of faeries was glowing so brightly now that it could probably be spotted from orbit, and the green veins of her phantom lover’s multiple appendages were as bright as emeralds.
The conduit picked her up off the ground again, spinning her to face it. Up from the center mass, a humanoid shape began to appear. Soon, the torso of a slim woman had arisen from the tentacular lower body, black skin riddled with those glowing veins. The head had no face yet, but something stirred in the region of the crotch. An enormous phallus started to grow, mocking even the most generously endowed porn stars.
‘That thing will kill her!’ Renata though as she buried Yosyp’s cock all the way down her throat, thumbing her own clit as she did so. ‘But hell, she could handle getting fisted by –” Renata’s eyes opened wider. The face had taken on more form and almost looked like —
“Does that look like who I think it is?” Yosyp murmured, relishing the feeling of warm wet mouth around his manhood. If this is how good Renata felt normally, he couldn’t wait to get her in chains. He waited until she moaned into his cock, having achieved her own climax, before he allowed himself to deposit his load on her tongue. She milked him dry, all the while keeping her eyes on Shamira and her pseudo-familiar tormentor.
Shamira had been getting fucked for longer than she could remember. Her eyes were glazed over, her skin felt alive, and every piece of her body had been used. When her eyes cleared, the conduit had formed a face.
‘Clara?’ she thought, border lining on exhaustion. She had to be hallucinating. That was the only reason why she might see her friend’s face on the conduit’s body. The conduit wrapped Shamira’s entire upper body up in its tentacles, effectively mummifying her from the waist to the the neck. It lowered her onto its massive cock; Shamira grunted. Her pussy had been battered, but the ache was so delicious. She was strained to take all of this thing’s new sexual organ, and she loved the stretch.
Then that face, that not-quite-Clara face moved towards her, then kissed her. The superficial appearance of her friend and lover was as far as the similarities went, as the conduit was all substance but no style. Still, when Conduit-Clara’s tongue turned into another penis while inside of Shamira’s mouth, it was a not-unpleasant sensation. She sucked on the tongue-cock while the conduit’s massive member pistoned her sex, causing her cum over and over and over again. The conduit continued to fill her with its fluids, making her feel so very warm and so very content.
“ENOUGH!” Frolthac shouted, glowing like a star in the little clearing. The King was giving off so much light now that Renata almost missed that he had his wife bent over and was doing her from behind while he chanted. She looked around and saw most if not all of the faeries had broken out in one tryst or another. She grinned. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who had been caught up in the moment.