397: Awake (18+)
“AAAHHH~~” Olivia kept crying and moaning as she thrashed in what looked like agony rather than pleasure. With what control she managed to wrest over her body, Olivia grabbed Beatrice’s tail and shoved it as deep as she could inside her pussy.
“MORE!!” Olivia screamed as looked down between her legs with giant, tearful eyes and a crazed expression, pushing more of the tail into her pussy. “More! More, more more moremoremore!!!!!”
Olivia’s pussy was not even prepared to take as much as she wanted, but Olivia did not care. She was unable to care. She needed her holes filled. And she needed it now. No matter whether it caused pain or pleasure. Pain and pleasure came hand in hand. True pleasure could not arrive without pain. The true pleasure of getting fucked in every hole and getting cum through could not arrive without the pain of stretching her holes, organs, and body to fit the giant, cum and pleasure gifting cocks and tentacles. The pleasure that came with giving yourself up as a flesh toy to the superior being for the reward of ultimate pleasure. Pain was not just a part of it. Pain was what brought the pleasure. What brought the joy. Pain brought the ultimate extasy. Pain was the pleasure. Pain was the extasy.
“Olivia!! Snap out of it!!” Beatrice tried to shake some sense into Olivia. Yet Beatrice’s presence was not acknowledged in Olivia’s mind. Only the tentacle in her pussy that refused to give the pain and pleasure that she craved so badly.
Olivia pushed Beatrice’s tail up to her womb and did the damndest best she could with what little strength she had to push it inside for at least the tiniest bit of taste of the ecstasy she lived through in the clutches of the tentacles of a true God of Pleasure.
Yet Olivia’s desperation alone was not enough to accomplish what she desired. Beatrice’s tail looked like a tentacle, felt like a tentacle, filled her pussy like a tentacle, but it did not act like a tentacle. It did not pound her mercilessly. It did not thrust up her womb with the intent of fertilizing it. It did not bulge her belly with the passionate thrusts of an alpha lover. Zero passion was present in this third-rate tentacle imitation.
“Whyyyy!?” Olivia cried in anguish at not getting ravaged. “Am I not good enough anymore!? Please!! I’ll do anything!! Here! I’ll prove it! My devotion! My love!!”
Olivia pulled Beatrice’s tail out of her pussy and instantly shoved it into her mouth. Without a second’s hesitation Olivia pushed it further into her mouth, until she reached her throat. Her body resisted for a moment, getting a gag out of Olivia.
But Olivia’s desire to prove her worth was greater than her body’s automatic protective responses. Olivia swallowed hard and pushed the tail down her throat. Further down. Deeper down. Bulging her throat. Gagging and crying while her body convulsed in rejection. But Olivia did not stop. One foot of tentacle was nowhere near enough to fuck her up to her stomach. Not nearly enough to fuck her all the way down to her ass. Olivia pushed further even through the lack of oxygen, lack of breath, lack of pleasure.
“Olivia, STOP!!” Beatrice screamed and pulled her tail back out of Olivia’s esophagus before the poor girl suffocated herself.
Fuck! Beatrice could not even free up Olivia’s throat as fast as she wanted to. Olivia swallowed so much of the tail and held it with both hands with such force that Beatrice’s only choice was to do it slowly to avoid adding even more internal injuries to the deranged girl.
“GHUAAAGH~” Olivia’s spit and droll followed Beatrice’s tail out of her wet mouth. Even as her body gasped for the air she so desperately required; Olivia’s trembling fingers followed Beatrice’s tail but failed to catch it before it escaped from her reach.
“GH-NO!! COUGH! Cough!!” Olivia fell over, unable to resist her body’s natural instinct to breathe and fight for survival even against its delirious master.
Beatrice stood up, with tears in her eyes and aching heart over the unrecognizable condition in which Olivia awoke. A thought slipped through her mind that it would have been better if Olivia did not awake than to see her like this, and Beatrice hated herself for such a thought.
Jeremy and Liam watched this from a couple feet away utterly stupified.
“WHYYYY!?” Olivia asked the cock-shaped tip of Beatrice’s tail, following it wit her eyes now that it was out of reach, and she was too weak to follow it.
“Please fuck me!” Olivia begged with tears, snot, and droll smeared across her face. “I want it! I need it! I’ll die without it!! I beg you!! Fuck my womb! Fuck my ass! Fuck my stomach!! Fuck me through and through! I’m sorry if I’m too tight!! Shove your fists up my ass to stretch it wide if need be!!”
Jeremy lifted his foot up and took half a step toward Olivia.
Beatrice glared at Jeremy and said, “If you so much as touch her, I’ll snap your neck!”
Jeremy instantly backed off five steps until he was closer to sleeping Ember than Olivia.
“Fuck my body just like before!” Olivia groveled at Beatrice’s feet. “My body is for you to be fucked! To be inseminated by you! To birth wonderful demon babies! To feed them with my milk, to cum as they suckle on my tits while you fuck my cunt and mouth, feed me the slop I need to sustain your babies as you fertilize my womb again and make me climax again! Orgasm from fucking! Orgasm from giving birth! Orgasm for feeding! Breeding. Fucking. Over and over and over and over and over and overandoverandoveroverover—”