Their two plush bodies entwine, as the cavern fills with the sound of lubricated flesh on flesh. Frederica carefully caresses every inch of Fiana’s body, rubbing her nipple against Fiana’s bosom, covered only by a translucent white tabard. Frederica continues by grinding her knee against Fiana’s crotch, only separated by her underwear and tabard. The raw sensation of Frederica’s knee grinding against her pants-less crotch, a warm sensation that is wholly different from the tentacles, causes Fiana to soak her clothes in love juices. The two are drenched with a viscous liquid – and this time, not from the black ooze.
Frederica brings her lips against Fiana’s long elvish ears, remembering her disdain the last time her ears were messed with. “You and I are the same,” she mutters while holding her ear in her mouth.
Despite being in a hypnotic trance, Fiana shivers in pleasure. This wasn’t caused by tentacles surrounding the two since the tentacles had slowed down once Frederica began her assault.
It was the ears. After all, elves are known to have sensitive ears.
With her newfound discovery, Frederica gently bites down on her ear with glee. “Ah…” a sensual voice escapes from Fiana’s lips.
She steadily continues, scraping off every crevice of her ear with her licks and exhaling hot humid breaths into her ear, matching the rhythm of her sweet cries. She briefly pauses, dripping saliva into her ear canal before thoroughly brushing that cavity with her tongue.
“Wha, ah… fua, ah… Hi-i……ya”
Fiana’s body convulses every time her ear is licked as if her body is attempting to deny the pleasure. Her hands tighten into fists and start to tremble. The sensations were undeniable, and yet she refused them.
While Frederica continues to mouth her ear, she leads a small pinky-sized tentacle to Fiana’s other ear. Perhaps the ooze had understood Frederica’s intentions, or it had concluded there were additional erogenous zones in addition to the vagina and breasts. Regardless, it twines around Fiana’s ear before slipping into it.
“Fw-ahh!?” Fiana trembles intensely, “Wha!? Wha-what is this!?” Her once-vacant eyes startle open in surprise.
The hypnosis had become undone. It may have been due to over-stimulation or because she had recovered enough magic to overcome Frederica’s spell – but either way, this was the worst possible outcome.
“H-hey!? Wh-What’s going on!?” she stutters. Despite not understanding her current situation, Fiana struggles futilely against the tentacles that now bind her. She violently lashes out, trying to grasp at her current situation.
Even so, her body continues to react. She shivers from the undeniable pleasure brought on to her by the caress of the black ooze. Frederica watches her struggle, an ambivalent state of heavenly bliss and confused rampaging, and muses at how impossible it would be for Fiana to escape within her own power.
The elvish knight paragon struggles for breath while being pinned down by the tentacles. Frederica, aroused by such an unbelievable sight, crawls back onto Fiana, slipping her tongue back into the elf’s ears and grasping at her disproportionately large breasts. She reaches forth with both hands, massaging them from bottom to top and proceeding to pinch at her nipples protruding through her clothes.
“Ah!?” With just that, Fiana’s body begins to shudder again.
Frederica struggles to contain Fiana’s bosom within her grasp. No, not even the hands of a fully grown man would be capable of grabbing the entirety of her breasts – breasts so soft and voluptuous, that one could easily sink all ten fingers into them, and they would still retain their shape. Their softness was even apparent through clothes, leaving one’s imagination to run wild about how they would feel naked.
Still awakening from her stupor, Fiana fails to notice her legs clamping around Frederica’s knee. It is simply a natural reaction in response to the sensations from her ears and bosom. Sensing her need, Frederica plays along and gently presses her knee to Fiana’s groin.
“-Uaa…ah” Fiana whimpers, as she begins to grind her clitoris against the knee. Her confused reaction from being stimulated simultaneously from her ears, breasts, and crotch leaves her in an ambivalent haze over her current predicament.
“St-stop wh-what…? Please st-stooop!?” Fiana mumbles in confusion before shouting out in abject terror. She violently pulls against the tentacles holding her in place, attempting to escape. But to do so would be impossible for a knight, and even more so for a woman, against the combined powers of the ooze and Frederica.
Instead of evoking sympathy, Frederica’s fondling escalates with sadistic glee, as she intensifies her licking of Fiana’s ears. Fiana continues to spasm violently, whether out of orgasmic convulsions or in her panic to escape. Unbeknown to her, Fiana continues to grind her crotch against Frederica, riding up her knee to feel more pleasure.
“Fufufu – After all, you’re just a woman,” Frederica whispers into Fiana’s ear, before gently plunging her tongue deeply into her hopeless depths.
“Hnngh!? Nnnn-!” Fiana screams in surprise to the sudden sensation of something crawling up her stockings, toward her garters. Despite her prior heroic endeavour of cornering the amorphous beast, her face is now contorted in fear.
In a moment of clarity, Fiana finally manages to recognize Frederica, the once confident mage, now nothing more than the image of a lustful beast within her ruby eyes. “Fr-Frederi-” she pleads before being ruthlessly interrupted by a tentacle being shoved against her groin.
“Wh-What is this!? W-w-what!?” By this point, the facade of a noble knight is all but gone, and in its place is a guise of a woman, stuck in a limbo between confusion, pleasure, fear, and deviant bliss.
A pause. In a moment of sympathy, seeing her past self in her captive, Frederica relents, releasing Fiana’s ear. Fiana turns her head to plead and utters, “Frederica-san…”
Feeling the weight of her glance, Frederica leans closer, placing her mouth over Fiana’s ear. Expecting additional torment, Fiana stiffens. Instead, she hears a whisper, “We’re going to spawn monsters here together.”
As soon as she utters that whisper, a tentacle lashes out, raising Fiana’s tabard, revealing a pair of white panties fancifully decorated with beautiful embroidery – a mature undergarment, meant for mature bodied nobles, and constructed with side lace for easy removal. Clearly unsuitable for adventuring, and a tad bit too expensive for the salary of a knight. They were made redundantly erotic by being turned translucent by the drench of excess stimulation. Even the silvery sheen of her pubic hair, untrimmed from days of adventuring, could be seen through the cloth.
Feeling the shock of cold air against her bare thighs, Fiana continues to struggle futilely against her restraints. In stark contrast, Frederica welcomes the tentacles with a sweet moan. Their respective white and black undergarments are soaked in cum and love juices, betraying the shapes underneath. Their hips slowly sway side to side, as if to entice a man. Within moments, the crotch of Frederica’s panties is pushed aside by the tentacles, while another tentacle attacks Fiana, revealing her bushy vagina, dripping with nectar.
“Haa… Wh-what are you- What are we going to do!?” Fiana addresses Frederica while mustering up confidence. However, Frederica does not respond, glaring at her before removing her hands from Fiana’s bosom. Frederica then braces against the ground with her arms, knowing what was to come. Fiana’s body slackens in resignation, lowering her hips and unable to close her legs. Even so, the tentacles do not relent, continuing under the guise of rape.
Even while supported by her bra, Fiana’s breasts are pulled down by gravity, joining her fellow former adventurer’s to be entangled by the slime below. Truly a spectacle to observe.