Thread: The Conquest by The People (darkest_fate and google)

Was this creature built for such terrors? Emmalee's eyes took in every bit of the being before her, and that was the one thought roaring at the forefront of her mind. Four arms, two members, tentacles and tails it all looked very phallic, very much designed for mating. Emmalee supposed that some creatures might have developed for it, or perhaps this creature was simply one of the better of its race. It hardly mattered Emmalee found herself staring at the creature anyway. Her eyes fell upon the tail. It twisted, and Emmalee's eyes widened. She'd heard tales of a venom that brewed within the beasts, to be unleashed via that appendage. these thoughts and more floated in Emmalee's mind as the tail convulsed. Clear liquid, thick and viscous, sprayed over the beautiful exotic's face. And Mei-Lin cried out for joy. She felt the spray hitting her face, and the drug worked almost instantly. The poor thing had already been aroused even before this, eagerly awaiting the slightest favor from her master. Now she had his fluids across her face, the warmth of it bubbling against her skin. She moaned throaty and deep, her eyes rolling as her body convulsed just slightly. Hands went up to smear the fluids, before drawing it between parted lips. The delicious taste of it washed over the woman, and she bucked. Heat poured through her. It forced her nipples to painful points, each looking about to explode from her chest. That heat poured between her legs. Her sex melted, juices pouring forth. Hands fell between legs, working the flesh and creating more. The wet squelching of fingers digging into flesh sounded in the room, and the heady smell of highly aroused female began to drift. All within an instant. For in that time, Isilmorte had stepped forward, grabbing hold of Emmalee. The still virginal princess gasped in fear. She felt tentacles pulling at the rich folds of her dress. Seams stretched, the fabric contorting. The creature was not instantly stripping her, which struck Emmalee as odd. She took several deep breaths, the panic and fear eating at her. Yet the sounds coming from the writhing woman distracted her, almost more so than the words and the sensations from the creature. What...? was all the princess managed, her head jerking back to Isilmorte. I am... my innocence was to be... to be treasured. I-- was kept innocent, painfully so. She understood the basics, of course, but she'd never done more than steal a few kisses, as was expected of her. The girl didn't even fully know how to tease her own body, and was hardly aware of the secrets that lay within. that body still remained swathed in silk and cloth, the several layers of a royal serving as a meek shield. Aphrodisiac...? repeated the princess. Her wide eyes looked to Mei-Lin. So the poison is... oh gods... For the exotic had lost herself. Her hands dug into her sex, squelching. Another pinched her nipple, pulling it up. Her lips descended to suckle upon her breast, nearly nibbling. And then she jerked and spasmed, falling back. Juices nearly sprayed from her sex, soaking her fingers and puddling on the floor. Yet the woman kept writhing and digging, her orgasm stretching and building, cresting like a wave to crush against the shore of her body, only to build yet again. Emmalee's mouth worked, but words failed her. It took all she had to maintain her dignity, and even then, she wasn't certain she could keep it up for much longer. Reality was starting to crystallize around her, and it was a far cry from her life prior to that moment.