Reversed Empress [Persona 3, Mitsuru, NC-17]
Title: Reversed Empress
Author: burningmayo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tentacle rape and mind fuckery ahoy.
Prompt: Persona 3 - Mitsuru - tentacles - The hazards of wearing a skirt in tartarus
Word Count: 2,930
Summary: Mitsuru gets separated from the others while exploring Tartarus. Things only proceed to get worse from there.
A/N: Thanks to crimsoncookie for her spelling/grammar edit. I started with the intention of just writing PWP tentacle sex, but then inspiration struck and things got weird. I hope you enjoy!
Mitsuru rubbed her forehead and groaned. “Fuuka, this is the third time tonight. Are you sure that you don’t sense anything strange?”
“I’m sorry, senpai.” Fuuka’s voice echoed in Mitsuru’s mind. “The others are all together. You’re the only one that’s been separated this time.”
Well, that’s good, at least. “I’ll remain here until the others find me. I’ve wandered around Tartarus on my own enough tonight.”
“Al…ell th…ers. B…ar…a…”
“What? Fuuka, I didn’t hear you. Can you repeat that?” Mitsuru waited for a few seconds without response. “Yamagishi, answer me. Can you hear me?” She tightened her grip on her saber. “Please, answer me.”
Mitsuru listened for any sound of the others. Koromaru’s barking. Junpei’s yapping. The halls were silent. She turned and examined the wall behind her, its dark, psychedelic patterns fluttering where logic would normally dictate a stairwell to be. First the team keeps getting split up, and now I can’t contact Fuuka. Something’s wrong. She began to feel that staying in one place wasn’t her best option and pressed her back against the wall. Wary that a Shadow could be around the corner, she edged her way to the end of the small alcove.
The hall stretched to the left and right. Mitsuru peered in both directions. No Shadows. Silence continued to fill the hallway. No sign of the others. The hall to the left appeared to be a dead end about thirty meters down, but Mitsuru noticed a small chest against the distorting backdrop. The area clear of apparent danger, she rounded the corner when she felt the heel of her boot press into something soft. She lifted her foot, glancing down at the bare-but-dizzying floor. Nothing. Mitsuru sighed and rubbed her eyes. This block is going to give me a migraine if we don’t call it a night soon.
Mitsuru kept her vision focused on the chest as she approached it. She needed to clear her head and the environment wasn’t helping. A quiet, unidentifiable sound broke the silence. She stopped and stared at the floor behind her. Unfastened the strap holding her evoker in its holster. Where are you? She looked up, then at the walls to her sides. Everywhere she looked, there wasn’t a single trace of a Shadow’s presence. If you are here, you’re certainly good at hiding.
She returned her attention to the chest and scowled. If all this contains is a soul drop, I pity the next Shadow that does cross my path. Mitsuru reached for the latch when something engraved in the banding caught her eye. She ran a finger across it. VI? A Roman numeral? Why would that be--a trap.
Mitsuru stood, trying to take a step back. Her foot was snagged by something. She looked down and gasped. A tentacle had sprouted from the floor and was wrapped around her ankle. She stabbed at it with her saber, but the blows glanced off of its warm, slick hide. A second tendril stretched around her other ankle. Each of them grew in length, holding her in place as their grip stretched up her calves.
“Very well.” Mitsuru discarded her saber and drew her evoker. Pointed it at her head. Mabufula. “Penthesilea.” She pulled the trigger and felt a brief, dull pain ring in her skull. Her Persona appeared and summoned forth its magic with careful precision. A blast of ice struck each of the tentacles. The tendrils flexed in reaction and tightened their grip. Mitsuru cringed as Penthesilea vanished. It didn’t work?
The floor in front of Mitsuru shifted and stretched as the tentacles coiled around her thighs. It bubbled and grew into a large blob-shaped creature that wore the chest atop its mass like an absurd hat. The Shadow’s form pulsed with the same psychedelic pattern that filled the halls.
With the creature’s head in her sights, Mitsuru raised her evoker to try another attack when the tentacles holding her writhed and twisted, shaking her about. She cried out, the evoker flying from her grasp. Its clattering skid across the floor pierced her ears as her empty hand closed into a fist. No. Oh, no. She gazed at the Shadow’s body. Two spots in the confusing pattern of light seemed to stare back at her. “Yamagishi, if you can hear me, I need help. I’ve been caught.”
No response came. Mitsuru grabbed the tentacle holding her left leg with both hands. She struggled to pry it off, but her strength was no match for it. I’m stuck. There has to be a way out of-what? She watched as five more tentacles sprouted from the floor between her legs. The newcomers grew and rose up toward her. She batted at them with ineffective shoves and slaps. Nothing she did deterred them. The ends of the tendrils disappeared beneath her skirt. Mitsuru twisted left and right, desperate to find some way to free herself. She glanced over her shoulder at the empty hall behind her. Arisato, Iori, where are you?
Mitsuru gasped, shocked, as one of the tendrils brushed against her panties. Part of her wanted to believe that it wasn’t really happening, that it was a nightmare, but the Shadow’s warm, sickening touch prevented her from indulging the delusion. As the second of the tentacles rubbed against her, the sensation of pins and needles tingled up and down her legs.
The remaining three tentacles slid further up Mitsuru’s body. Unable to squirm away from their touch, she stared in horror at the bulges they made in her blouse. They slid up her stomach and past her navel. The one in the center slithered under her bra, between her breasts. Mitsuru felt the strap dig into her back. The other tendrils joined in and pressed against the inner curves of her breasts. She could feel them pulse against her skin. The force of the strain became too much for the bra’s straps, and one of them gave out. Mitsuru reached toward her chest and felt the loose garment beneath her blouse, and then slapped at the tendrils as they squirmed against her bare flesh.
Below, the tentacles rubbing her slipped in under her panties. She could hear the sound of tearing fabric just before they slid down her thighs. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. The love hotel was one thing, but this...
Her body jolted as one of the tentacles forced its way inside her, length hardening, becoming rigid. Mitsuru winced, eyes watering. The tendrils under her blouse continued along their own paths. Two circled each breast. The third continued its ascent straight up. Its tip poked free of her collar. Brushed her chin.
Her jaw shut tight, Mitsuru breathed deep, nervous breaths through her nostrils. A stench of rancid musk filled the air, made her eyes water. The tentacle inside her began to thrust in earnest, pressing back against her clit with every motion. Any pleasure she should have felt was overridden by the pain of the tendril’s force. She strained to free herself, reaching for the assaulting tentacle as the ones coiling her breasts grew and began inching their way into her sleeves. I can’t give in now. I won’t. We’ve come too far to fail. I can’t--
A sharp pain. The second tentacle underneath had pushed into her ass. Like the first, it grew rigid within her as it forced its way deeper. Her jaw loosened. She opened her mouth to scream in agony; when she regained her sense, it was too late. The tentacle that had waited at her chin drove into her mouth. Mitsuru twisted her neck and turned her head in every direction, but the Shadow appendage slithered down her throat. A bitter taste assaulted her tongue. I won’t give in... the others will come for me. I can’t give in now. I can’t.
The three tentacles that penetrated her continued to violate her as the others slid through her sleeves and coiled around her arms. Mitsuru felt a numbing agent at work; the tension in her arms faded, and the Shadow moved her own hands over her breasts. She felt the same numbing sensation in her crotch and her ass. The pain dulled.
A warm, sweet fluid filled Mitsuru’s mouth. Surprised, she swallowed. The bitter taste in her mouth suddenly vanished. All her tongue could sense was sweet. It tasted better than any cake, any chocolate. What? She gazed up at the Shadow’s head. The harsh, psychedelic colors faded and blurred. Wait. No. It’s drugging (freeing) me. I...
She closed her eyes. More of the sweet fluid poured into her throat. No. I’m not free. It’s hurting me. It’s a monster (master). Her hips quivered between the dual assault of the lower tentacles. She felt aroused with the heat and wetness that built.
This isn’t real.
(Yes it is.)
Stop. Just... stop.
(I should stop resisting.)
The sweet taste grew stronger as the pleasure between her legs grew. Her body began to ache for release. The tentacles around her arms teased her hands as they pressed against her breasts. No. Please (don’t stop). I can’t...
Mitsuru’s vision blurred further. Lights danced in her eyes. Her whole body shuddered in orgasm. The tentacle in her mouth retracted, and her head dropped. She panted for air. I can’t go on like this, I... Her eyes gazed up at the tentacle, pointed and seemingly poised for a repeat performance. I... need you. She lifted her head and opened her mouth. The tentacle just out of reach, she extended her tongue and licked its tip. She could already feel the tentacles below working her toward a second climax.
The sound of a dog’s bark filled the hall behind her. They’re here.
“Good boy.” Iori’s voice. “We’d never have found that fake wall without you.”
No. No, they can’t be here now. She glanced back at her master’s head. They’ll take me away from him. She twisted toward the noise. The tentacles that bound her legs shifted to accommodate. I can’t have that.
Koromaru scampered into the hall, followed by Iori and Arisato. “Hey, senpai, are y-- Holy. Shit.”
“Hello, Iori.” Mitsuru smiled at the shock on their faces. Gasped at the tentacles’ thrusts. “It’s about time the three of you found me.”
Iori and Arisato looked at each other. “D-dude, what the hell? What’s with, I mean, that and…Yellow eyes?”
Arisato shrugged, baffled.
“I’ll save you the explanation.” Mitsuru teased a nipple through her blouse. “Just go on without me. I finally have everything I need right here.”
“You sure don’t sound like the Mitsuru we know.”
“Then maybe I’m not her anymore.” She moaned. “What point is there in arguing?”
Iori turned to Arisato. “Hey, Minato. Mitsuru could never take a fire attack, right?”
Arisato nodded, looking solemn.
“Yeah.” Iori pulled out his evoker and pointed it at his head. He gritted his teeth. “Sorry about this, senpai.”
“That’s not the-- oh-- the proper way to treat your senpai.” Mitsuru sensed her master’s presence prodding at her mind as its tendrils prodded inside her. Really? I can actually do that? Ooh. She smiled. “Here, allow me to show you something, Iori.” Something very cold. She waved a dismissive hand. A burst of ice materialized and struck him. Mitsuru laughed as he lost both his footing and his evoker. “I don’t need such silly toys anymore. Not with my new master’s blessing.”
Iori stared at her. “Master’s blessing? You think that thing is your master?”
“And why shouldn’t I? He just showers me with pleasure. No school, no family obligations, just the two of us together.”
Iori pushed himself to his feet. “Man, you really are out of it. Seriously, first you fall head-first into that love hotel trap and now this?”
Mitsuru scowled. “Be silent. I won’t take insults from you.” Hmm? What’s that? Ooh, I’d love that, master. Yes, let’s. “Maybe you’d understand better if I gave you a demonstration?”
“D-demonstration?” Iori, Arisato and Koromaru glanced at each other, and then back.
“It’s only fair.” Mitsuru smiled. “After all, even if you can’t be chosen you may as well see what it is you’re missing.”
“I really don’t think--”
Mitsuru gasped as the tentacle in her ass started thrusting again. She leered at her former companions as they looked back at her in equal parts fascination and disgust. “Just-- Oh! Just watch.”
Iori appeared both fascinated and queasy. “Senpai, this is really--”
Mitsuru stretched her arms straight out to her sides. The tentacles wrapped around them uncoiled and burst from the sleeves. Torn shreds of fabric fluttered to the ground as the tendrils arched over her chest and slid their tips between buttons in her blouse. As they pressed inward, the tension tore the buttons from their strings. Each clattered to the floor one after another in quick succession. Mitsuru pictured them bouncing and rolling near her discarded saber and evoker. She gazed at the others. Her smile grew wider. The tentacles pulled the blouse open and she thrust her chest forward. Her torn bra fluttered to the floor.
“Buh?”
Finally at a loss for words, I see. Mitsuru cackled, and then cried out as the other tentacle inside of her returned to life. She rocked her hips. Moved with the motions of both tentacles. Oh. Oh, yes. Harder. Please, harder.
The lengths inside her, already rigid, grew even stiffer. Their thrusts grew stronger. More frequent. Mitsuru’s eyes widened as her vision lost focus. She reached for her breasts and squeezed them around the girth of the tentacle that had just minutes ago filled her mouth with that sweet, sweet taste. Its tip wavered before her lips. She massaged the tentacle with her bared flesh. Felt comforted by the warm texture that rubbed between her breasts. The tentacle waved to and fro. Mitsuru extended her tongue, but found her prize out of reach. Please, please let me taste you again.
Together, the tentacles inside drove into her harder than ever. Mitsuru screamed. Her eyes rolled up in her head, her mental focus shattered. The tentacle that she had seen as her prize slid back into her mouth. She shuddered in excitement at the taste as the fluid she craved once again slid down her throat in even greater quantities than before.
The world became a blur of color. The heat within her continued to grow. Her mouth full, she panted around her feeder. Her bare skin dripped with sweat. Mitsuru’s entire body tensed, in need of release until finally, she came. The tentacle in her mouth slipped out as her head tilted back. She howled.
She heard the very distant sound of a different howling. A canine. Her mental link to her master severed. No. Don’t. Don’t hurt hi--
Mitsuru felt a hard surface against her back and head. She groaned.
“Hey, I think she’s finally coming around.”
Iori? He was there. The others, too. She heard a dog bark. Koromaru…Agi? I... She opened her eyes. Her blurred vision came into focus on Arisato. They’re here...
“Her eyes are back to normal, too.”
“Eyes?”
“Don’t worry about it, senpai.” Iori grinned. “You feelin’ all right?”
“I’m tired and... and sore. I--” Despite her exhaustion, she felt a sense of euphoria that seemed to emanate from every part of her body. As her memories fell into place, she gasped and raised her head just enough to see her bare breasts on display. Oh. They, they saw me. And they saw me and mas-- She shook her head. Me and it, together. Her face burned. Mitsuru clutched the tattered remains of her blouse and held it closed as she sat upright. “You, you all saw that? S-saw me?”
Arisato and Iori both nodded. Koromaru barked affirmation.
“I…I saw everything, actually.” Fuuka’s voice sounded in Mitsuru’s mind. “I couldn’t say anything because of the…the interference.”
Oh my god. Oh my god. Mitsuru slid back, away from the others and curled her knees to her chest. I, what do I say? I can’t let anyone else find out about this. She made a feeble attempt at clearing her throat. “F-for the record, this never happened. Understood?” Her voice came out nervous and quiet, yet still somehow managed to command the respect of the others. “I, I swear, if anyone else learns about this, I will execute each and every single one of you. I don’t care which of you said it to who, I’ll--” Interrupted by a dizzy spell, she buried her face in her knees.
“Mitsuru-senpai?” Fuuka sounded concerned. “Are you feeling all right? There’s a staircase not too far from you, and I think the elevator is on the next floor.”
“I, I think I can make it with help.” Mitsuru kept a tight grip on her blouse, holding it closed while Iori helped her up. She put her other arm around Arisato’s shoulder. Her mind mostly clear, she still didn’t know what to think. The monster had taken her, controlled her and turned her against the others, yet the sheer pleasure she had felt was real, powerful, and continued to linger within her. It disgusted her, but there was a part of her that enjoyed what had happened, if only physically. She recalled the treasure chest that had been her lure and the Roman numeral etched in its surface. Six. In all of her conflicting feelings and confusion, one thought became crystal clear.
I. Hate. Lovers. Shadows.
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Author: burningmayo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tentacle rape and mind fuckery ahoy.
Prompt: Persona 3 - Mitsuru - tentacles - The hazards of wearing a skirt in tartarus
Word Count: 2,930
Summary: Mitsuru gets separated from the others while exploring Tartarus. Things only proceed to get worse from there.
A/N: Thanks to crimsoncookie for her spelling/grammar edit. I started with the intention of just writing PWP tentacle sex, but then inspiration struck and things got weird. I hope you enjoy!
Mitsuru rubbed her forehead and groaned. “Fuuka, this is the third time tonight. Are you sure that you don’t sense anything strange?”
“I’m sorry, senpai.” Fuuka’s voice echoed in Mitsuru’s mind. “The others are all together. You’re the only one that’s been separated this time.”
Well, that’s good, at least. “I’ll remain here until the others find me. I’ve wandered around Tartarus on my own enough tonight.”
“Al…ell th…ers. B…ar…a…”
“What? Fuuka, I didn’t hear you. Can you repeat that?” Mitsuru waited for a few seconds without response. “Yamagishi, answer me. Can you hear me?” She tightened her grip on her saber. “Please, answer me.”
Mitsuru listened for any sound of the others. Koromaru’s barking. Junpei’s yapping. The halls were silent. She turned and examined the wall behind her, its dark, psychedelic patterns fluttering where logic would normally dictate a stairwell to be. First the team keeps getting split up, and now I can’t contact Fuuka. Something’s wrong. She began to feel that staying in one place wasn’t her best option and pressed her back against the wall. Wary that a Shadow could be around the corner, she edged her way to the end of the small alcove.
The hall stretched to the left and right. Mitsuru peered in both directions. No Shadows. Silence continued to fill the hallway. No sign of the others. The hall to the left appeared to be a dead end about thirty meters down, but Mitsuru noticed a small chest against the distorting backdrop. The area clear of apparent danger, she rounded the corner when she felt the heel of her boot press into something soft. She lifted her foot, glancing down at the bare-but-dizzying floor. Nothing. Mitsuru sighed and rubbed her eyes. This block is going to give me a migraine if we don’t call it a night soon.
Mitsuru kept her vision focused on the chest as she approached it. She needed to clear her head and the environment wasn’t helping. A quiet, unidentifiable sound broke the silence. She stopped and stared at the floor behind her. Unfastened the strap holding her evoker in its holster. Where are you? She looked up, then at the walls to her sides. Everywhere she looked, there wasn’t a single trace of a Shadow’s presence. If you are here, you’re certainly good at hiding.
She returned her attention to the chest and scowled. If all this contains is a soul drop, I pity the next Shadow that does cross my path. Mitsuru reached for the latch when something engraved in the banding caught her eye. She ran a finger across it. VI? A Roman numeral? Why would that be--a trap.
Mitsuru stood, trying to take a step back. Her foot was snagged by something. She looked down and gasped. A tentacle had sprouted from the floor and was wrapped around her ankle. She stabbed at it with her saber, but the blows glanced off of its warm, slick hide. A second tendril stretched around her other ankle. Each of them grew in length, holding her in place as their grip stretched up her calves.
“Very well.” Mitsuru discarded her saber and drew her evoker. Pointed it at her head. Mabufula. “Penthesilea.” She pulled the trigger and felt a brief, dull pain ring in her skull. Her Persona appeared and summoned forth its magic with careful precision. A blast of ice struck each of the tentacles. The tendrils flexed in reaction and tightened their grip. Mitsuru cringed as Penthesilea vanished. It didn’t work?
The floor in front of Mitsuru shifted and stretched as the tentacles coiled around her thighs. It bubbled and grew into a large blob-shaped creature that wore the chest atop its mass like an absurd hat. The Shadow’s form pulsed with the same psychedelic pattern that filled the halls.
With the creature’s head in her sights, Mitsuru raised her evoker to try another attack when the tentacles holding her writhed and twisted, shaking her about. She cried out, the evoker flying from her grasp. Its clattering skid across the floor pierced her ears as her empty hand closed into a fist. No. Oh, no. She gazed at the Shadow’s body. Two spots in the confusing pattern of light seemed to stare back at her. “Yamagishi, if you can hear me, I need help. I’ve been caught.”
No response came. Mitsuru grabbed the tentacle holding her left leg with both hands. She struggled to pry it off, but her strength was no match for it. I’m stuck. There has to be a way out of-what? She watched as five more tentacles sprouted from the floor between her legs. The newcomers grew and rose up toward her. She batted at them with ineffective shoves and slaps. Nothing she did deterred them. The ends of the tendrils disappeared beneath her skirt. Mitsuru twisted left and right, desperate to find some way to free herself. She glanced over her shoulder at the empty hall behind her. Arisato, Iori, where are you?
Mitsuru gasped, shocked, as one of the tendrils brushed against her panties. Part of her wanted to believe that it wasn’t really happening, that it was a nightmare, but the Shadow’s warm, sickening touch prevented her from indulging the delusion. As the second of the tentacles rubbed against her, the sensation of pins and needles tingled up and down her legs.
The remaining three tentacles slid further up Mitsuru’s body. Unable to squirm away from their touch, she stared in horror at the bulges they made in her blouse. They slid up her stomach and past her navel. The one in the center slithered under her bra, between her breasts. Mitsuru felt the strap dig into her back. The other tendrils joined in and pressed against the inner curves of her breasts. She could feel them pulse against her skin. The force of the strain became too much for the bra’s straps, and one of them gave out. Mitsuru reached toward her chest and felt the loose garment beneath her blouse, and then slapped at the tendrils as they squirmed against her bare flesh.
Below, the tentacles rubbing her slipped in under her panties. She could hear the sound of tearing fabric just before they slid down her thighs. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. The love hotel was one thing, but this...
Her body jolted as one of the tentacles forced its way inside her, length hardening, becoming rigid. Mitsuru winced, eyes watering. The tendrils under her blouse continued along their own paths. Two circled each breast. The third continued its ascent straight up. Its tip poked free of her collar. Brushed her chin.
Her jaw shut tight, Mitsuru breathed deep, nervous breaths through her nostrils. A stench of rancid musk filled the air, made her eyes water. The tentacle inside her began to thrust in earnest, pressing back against her clit with every motion. Any pleasure she should have felt was overridden by the pain of the tendril’s force. She strained to free herself, reaching for the assaulting tentacle as the ones coiling her breasts grew and began inching their way into her sleeves. I can’t give in now. I won’t. We’ve come too far to fail. I can’t--
A sharp pain. The second tentacle underneath had pushed into her ass. Like the first, it grew rigid within her as it forced its way deeper. Her jaw loosened. She opened her mouth to scream in agony; when she regained her sense, it was too late. The tentacle that had waited at her chin drove into her mouth. Mitsuru twisted her neck and turned her head in every direction, but the Shadow appendage slithered down her throat. A bitter taste assaulted her tongue. I won’t give in... the others will come for me. I can’t give in now. I can’t.
The three tentacles that penetrated her continued to violate her as the others slid through her sleeves and coiled around her arms. Mitsuru felt a numbing agent at work; the tension in her arms faded, and the Shadow moved her own hands over her breasts. She felt the same numbing sensation in her crotch and her ass. The pain dulled.
A warm, sweet fluid filled Mitsuru’s mouth. Surprised, she swallowed. The bitter taste in her mouth suddenly vanished. All her tongue could sense was sweet. It tasted better than any cake, any chocolate. What? She gazed up at the Shadow’s head. The harsh, psychedelic colors faded and blurred. Wait. No. It’s drugging (freeing) me. I...
She closed her eyes. More of the sweet fluid poured into her throat. No. I’m not free. It’s hurting me. It’s a monster (master). Her hips quivered between the dual assault of the lower tentacles. She felt aroused with the heat and wetness that built.
This isn’t real.
(Yes it is.)
Stop. Just... stop.
(I should stop resisting.)
The sweet taste grew stronger as the pleasure between her legs grew. Her body began to ache for release. The tentacles around her arms teased her hands as they pressed against her breasts. No. Please (don’t stop). I can’t...
Mitsuru’s vision blurred further. Lights danced in her eyes. Her whole body shuddered in orgasm. The tentacle in her mouth retracted, and her head dropped. She panted for air. I can’t go on like this, I... Her eyes gazed up at the tentacle, pointed and seemingly poised for a repeat performance. I... need you. She lifted her head and opened her mouth. The tentacle just out of reach, she extended her tongue and licked its tip. She could already feel the tentacles below working her toward a second climax.
The sound of a dog’s bark filled the hall behind her. They’re here.
“Good boy.” Iori’s voice. “We’d never have found that fake wall without you.”
No. No, they can’t be here now. She glanced back at her master’s head. They’ll take me away from him. She twisted toward the noise. The tentacles that bound her legs shifted to accommodate. I can’t have that.
Koromaru scampered into the hall, followed by Iori and Arisato. “Hey, senpai, are y-- Holy. Shit.”
“Hello, Iori.” Mitsuru smiled at the shock on their faces. Gasped at the tentacles’ thrusts. “It’s about time the three of you found me.”
Iori and Arisato looked at each other. “D-dude, what the hell? What’s with, I mean, that and…Yellow eyes?”
Arisato shrugged, baffled.
“I’ll save you the explanation.” Mitsuru teased a nipple through her blouse. “Just go on without me. I finally have everything I need right here.”
“You sure don’t sound like the Mitsuru we know.”
“Then maybe I’m not her anymore.” She moaned. “What point is there in arguing?”
Iori turned to Arisato. “Hey, Minato. Mitsuru could never take a fire attack, right?”
Arisato nodded, looking solemn.
“Yeah.” Iori pulled out his evoker and pointed it at his head. He gritted his teeth. “Sorry about this, senpai.”
“That’s not the-- oh-- the proper way to treat your senpai.” Mitsuru sensed her master’s presence prodding at her mind as its tendrils prodded inside her. Really? I can actually do that? Ooh. She smiled. “Here, allow me to show you something, Iori.” Something very cold. She waved a dismissive hand. A burst of ice materialized and struck him. Mitsuru laughed as he lost both his footing and his evoker. “I don’t need such silly toys anymore. Not with my new master’s blessing.”
Iori stared at her. “Master’s blessing? You think that thing is your master?”
“And why shouldn’t I? He just showers me with pleasure. No school, no family obligations, just the two of us together.”
Iori pushed himself to his feet. “Man, you really are out of it. Seriously, first you fall head-first into that love hotel trap and now this?”
Mitsuru scowled. “Be silent. I won’t take insults from you.” Hmm? What’s that? Ooh, I’d love that, master. Yes, let’s. “Maybe you’d understand better if I gave you a demonstration?”
“D-demonstration?” Iori, Arisato and Koromaru glanced at each other, and then back.
“It’s only fair.” Mitsuru smiled. “After all, even if you can’t be chosen you may as well see what it is you’re missing.”
“I really don’t think--”
Mitsuru gasped as the tentacle in her ass started thrusting again. She leered at her former companions as they looked back at her in equal parts fascination and disgust. “Just-- Oh! Just watch.”
Iori appeared both fascinated and queasy. “Senpai, this is really--”
Mitsuru stretched her arms straight out to her sides. The tentacles wrapped around them uncoiled and burst from the sleeves. Torn shreds of fabric fluttered to the ground as the tendrils arched over her chest and slid their tips between buttons in her blouse. As they pressed inward, the tension tore the buttons from their strings. Each clattered to the floor one after another in quick succession. Mitsuru pictured them bouncing and rolling near her discarded saber and evoker. She gazed at the others. Her smile grew wider. The tentacles pulled the blouse open and she thrust her chest forward. Her torn bra fluttered to the floor.
“Buh?”
Finally at a loss for words, I see. Mitsuru cackled, and then cried out as the other tentacle inside of her returned to life. She rocked her hips. Moved with the motions of both tentacles. Oh. Oh, yes. Harder. Please, harder.
The lengths inside her, already rigid, grew even stiffer. Their thrusts grew stronger. More frequent. Mitsuru’s eyes widened as her vision lost focus. She reached for her breasts and squeezed them around the girth of the tentacle that had just minutes ago filled her mouth with that sweet, sweet taste. Its tip wavered before her lips. She massaged the tentacle with her bared flesh. Felt comforted by the warm texture that rubbed between her breasts. The tentacle waved to and fro. Mitsuru extended her tongue, but found her prize out of reach. Please, please let me taste you again.
Together, the tentacles inside drove into her harder than ever. Mitsuru screamed. Her eyes rolled up in her head, her mental focus shattered. The tentacle that she had seen as her prize slid back into her mouth. She shuddered in excitement at the taste as the fluid she craved once again slid down her throat in even greater quantities than before.
The world became a blur of color. The heat within her continued to grow. Her mouth full, she panted around her feeder. Her bare skin dripped with sweat. Mitsuru’s entire body tensed, in need of release until finally, she came. The tentacle in her mouth slipped out as her head tilted back. She howled.
She heard the very distant sound of a different howling. A canine. Her mental link to her master severed. No. Don’t. Don’t hurt hi--
Mitsuru felt a hard surface against her back and head. She groaned.
“Hey, I think she’s finally coming around.”
Iori? He was there. The others, too. She heard a dog bark. Koromaru…Agi? I... She opened her eyes. Her blurred vision came into focus on Arisato. They’re here...
“Her eyes are back to normal, too.”
“Eyes?”
“Don’t worry about it, senpai.” Iori grinned. “You feelin’ all right?”
“I’m tired and... and sore. I--” Despite her exhaustion, she felt a sense of euphoria that seemed to emanate from every part of her body. As her memories fell into place, she gasped and raised her head just enough to see her bare breasts on display. Oh. They, they saw me. And they saw me and mas-- She shook her head. Me and it, together. Her face burned. Mitsuru clutched the tattered remains of her blouse and held it closed as she sat upright. “You, you all saw that? S-saw me?”
Arisato and Iori both nodded. Koromaru barked affirmation.
“I…I saw everything, actually.” Fuuka’s voice sounded in Mitsuru’s mind. “I couldn’t say anything because of the…the interference.”
Oh my god. Oh my god. Mitsuru slid back, away from the others and curled her knees to her chest. I, what do I say? I can’t let anyone else find out about this. She made a feeble attempt at clearing her throat. “F-for the record, this never happened. Understood?” Her voice came out nervous and quiet, yet still somehow managed to command the respect of the others. “I, I swear, if anyone else learns about this, I will execute each and every single one of you. I don’t care which of you said it to who, I’ll--” Interrupted by a dizzy spell, she buried her face in her knees.
“Mitsuru-senpai?” Fuuka sounded concerned. “Are you feeling all right? There’s a staircase not too far from you, and I think the elevator is on the next floor.”
“I, I think I can make it with help.” Mitsuru kept a tight grip on her blouse, holding it closed while Iori helped her up. She put her other arm around Arisato’s shoulder. Her mind mostly clear, she still didn’t know what to think. The monster had taken her, controlled her and turned her against the others, yet the sheer pleasure she had felt was real, powerful, and continued to linger within her. It disgusted her, but there was a part of her that enjoyed what had happened, if only physically. She recalled the treasure chest that had been her lure and the Roman numeral etched in its surface. Six. In all of her conflicting feelings and confusion, one thought became crystal clear.
I. Hate. Lovers. Shadows.
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