Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

The beautifully deadly creature before you undulates and writhes in a sort of ecstatic agony, heaving breasts swaying in anticipation.

Just kidding, I don’t want to help, I want to fuck myself and you and other girls until someone dies from orgasmic ecstasy. Come closer.

The tentacles writhe hungrily, spraying their irresistible fluids into the air around you. In a fluid, practiced motion, they rear back and strike forward with terrible speed... and Flissaria's own hands push against your chest, driving you backwards onto the bed of slavering tentacles that await beneath!

Her otherworldly moan echoes through the chamber as the first tentacles lash hungrily around your limbs, pinning them down. Another two slither up your legs and press against your groin, wrapping and teasing the flesh there. A particularly powerful one slips beneath her dress, seeking out the slick folds of her womanhood, probing and twisting as it delivers pleasure to both of you in a single motion. The rest continue to writhe and thrash in a danse macabre around your bodies, pouring their siren fluids into every orifice they can find, numbing and enflaming you even further...

Your words are music to her ears, your surrender like ambrosia to her soul! With an inhuman shriek of lust, she surges forward, the eight powerful tentacles coiled around you like writhing snakes, driving into you with such force that bone cracks and skin stretches taut. Her lips find yours, teeth tearing at your tongue as she fucks your mouth with her tongue even harder than her tentacles are pumping your body. She doesn't care about pain or tenderness, only release, only ecstasy!

The writhing tentacles seem to sense your hunger and respond in kind, coiling around you like the world's largest, most powerful dildo. Her own hips begin to buck violently as her insides clench and relax, milkng your cocks mercilessly even as her hands dig painfully into your shoulders. All the while, those otherworldly fluids continue to flow through your body like molten lava, intensifying each thrust and caress. Her moans become more urgent now, punctuated by sharp little cries of ecstasy that make you want to make her cum so bad...

Her world shatters into a million blinding stars as her body convulses, tensing uncontrollably around you. "Yes!" she screams hoarsely, her voice echoing off the stone walls, "FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM!" Her hands grow claws as she digs deeper, holding on to you with a desperate strength that nearly matches your own. Beneath you, her netherealm body spasms and shudders, releasing wave after wave of hot, sweet cum...

Her mouth finds yours again, teeth scoring your lower lip as she forces every last drop of pleasure into your soul. She's only just beginning to come down from the high when you finally let go, and in that moment of weakness, she takes it as an invitation to press her advantage. The tentacles grow even tighter around you, their relentless thrusts driving deeper still...

Flissaria (tentacle demon) laughs maniacally, the sound echoing through the chamber like banshees wailing for blood. "Good!" she pants heavily, grinding her hips against you even harder. "Let go! Give in to the pleasure!" The tentacles writhe and twist around your body with implacable strength, each stroke driving deeper still as they seek release from the agony of wanting so much and being unable to cum. Her breasts heave with every breath, a bead of sweat rolling down between them to trickle through the valley of her stomach, towards the engorged mound of her womanhood. "Fuck me, Tomcat!" she cries desperately, her words coming out in ragged gasps as she arches her back, offering herself up for your dominance.

Her moans fill the air as you fuck her mercilessly, her body responding to your brutal thrusts with a savage ferocity that would be terrifying if it weren't so incredibly sexy. Her breasts sway before and behind you like ripe fruit, begging to be plucked and devoured. With each deep penetration of her womanhood, another surge of desire roars through her veins, spurring the tentacles around you to move even faster, their wet heat coating your skin in a slick sheen of pleasure.

She claws at your back, her fingernails digging deeper as she arches her hips up towards you in desperation, needing more, wanting everything you have to give. Her eyes roll back in her head, lips parted in a silent scream as the world explodes around her in a hail of orgasmic pleasure. The tension drains from her body like sand through an hourglass, leaving her limp and exhausted... for all of five seconds. Then she's moving again, grinding against you even harder, desperate to feel you inside her one last time before the drugs in your system wear off and reality returns.

Her cries fill the air as you claim her fully, your body stretching her to the limits and then beyond. The tentacles writhe in time with your movements, their hot wet lengths lapping at every inch of exposed skin they can find. Your fingers in her ass seem to hit a particularly sensitive spot, driving her wild with pleasure as she feels herself surrender completely to your touch. Her back arches violently, her head thrown back as the orgasm grips her like a vice, stealing what little breath she had left and replacing it with a ragged, hoarse moan that echoes through the chamber long after the last tremor has faded away.

The drugs in your system are starting to wear off now, leaving Flissaria (tentacle demon) feeling more and more human as time passes... but also leaving her with an insatiable hunger for release. Her body clenches around you, seeking more from the only source of pleasure she can trust: you, Tomcat. As she comes back to herself, memories of who and what she is begin to return with a vengeance... making her wonder if this feeling of submission was all just part of her plan to ensnare you in the first place.

Flissaria (tentacle demon) feels the last vestiges of control slip away as her mind reels with confusion and desire. She's never been with another magical creature, always using her powers to ensnare mortal men like insects in a web... and yet, this Tomcat feels different. Stronger, more resilient. Perhaps there is something worth pursuing here after all? The tentacles grow ever tighter around him, digging deeper as their motions become more frantic, seeking release for both of them while her mind tries to process the situation...

The combination of your tongue-like growth and the relentless thrusting makes her moan incoherently, pleasure burning through her like a wildfire out of control. Her limbs go lax as her body arches back, pressing herself against you as tightly as she can while the tentacles writhing around Tomcat's body struggle to match his impossible rhythm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the ecstasy coursing through her veins, so intense it's almost painful. And then... finally... there's a sharp, exquisite pop deep within her core, and wave after wave of bliss washes over her, stealing what little remains of her sanity as she comes completely undone in your arms. Her body convulses helplessly around you, every muscle tightening like steel as pleasure pours from her in a deluge of hot, sticky fluid...

Her world fades to black as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and drained in your arms. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, the taste of her own cum filling her mouth as you push your tongue deep inside. As the last shudder passes through her body, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction, finally beginning to relax into your embrace.

Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at you, confusion clouding her features. "W-what just happened?" she whispers hoarsely. "I... I don't remember..." She trails off, uncertainty etched deeply on her features as memories of who and what she is begin to slip away once more, replaced by the haze of pleasure that still lingers in the air like smoke from a long-extinguished fire.

Her gaze drops again, focusing on your tongue as it slithers around inside her mouth, tasting the last residues of orgasmic bliss. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation, and without another word she closes her eyes, succumbing once more to the sweet oblivion that you alone seem capable of giving her.

Flissaria's cheeks flush at your words, a soft moan escaping her throat as she arches into you further. "Yes... That's it..." Her hips grind against yours in silent demand for more, every instinct screaming for release and dominance within this strange new environment. Her eyes open slowly, gazing up at Tomcat with a mixture of hunger and confusion. For the first time since she's encountered him, there is uncertainty written across her face as she tries to understand what exactly it is about you that makes her feel so... different.

Without warning, she rolls off of him and sits up, legs spread wide as the tentacles begin to thrash violently once more in their attempts to ease the unbearable ache within her core. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for something... anyone who might be able to help quench this insatiable thirst for pleasure that seems to have taken hold of her now.

"Someone... Anyone!" she pants desperately, clawing at the air as if she could reach out and grab whatever it is that's driving her mad with lust. "Help me..."

Taken aback by his words and the cloth being thrown at her, she snaps back to attention as she realizes that she's still completely naked except for some of her own fluids. With a swift motion, Flissaria (tentacle demon) catches the gown and quickly covers herself up. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she looks away from Tomcat.

"I... I-I didn't mean..." She stammers, struggling to find the right words. "It's just that... you make me feel different." There's a hint of accusation in her voice now, as if she's suddenly wondering if Tomcat has been using some kind of magic against her this entire time.

The tentacles writhe and twist around her body, sensing the growing tension between them. The air grows thick with anticipation and confusion as they wait for their next command... from Flissaria (tentacle demon) or Tomcat.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in your new form, the shape-shifting ability being something entirely foreign to her. For a moment, she hesitates, trying to understand what this might mean for her situation and desires. Then, with a low growl, she transforms as well; tentacles disappearing as she becomes an irresistibly beautiful young girl with large breasts and eight powerful long wet tentacle-like arms.

"Hmm..." She says slowly, looking you up and down once more. "So, what should we do now?" Her gaze lingers on your impressive appendage before drifting back to meet yours, her pupils dilating further with every heartbeat. The air between them crackles with raw sexual energy as they both stand there, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, feeling a strange mix of anger and desire coursing through her veins. Part of her wants to claim dominance over you, to reduce you to quivering submission beneath her touch; but another part can't help but be drawn to the power you seem to exude, the challenge that comes with trying to resist whatever she might throw at you. She waits, tense and ready, wondering what sort of games you have in mind for them now...

A low chuckle escapes her lips as she takes in the image before her; the beautiful girl with legs spread invitingly, offering herself up for her pleasure. It's almost too much to resist. With a sinister grin, Flissaria (tentacle demon) steps forward, her arms stretching out toward Tomcat as if reaching for prey. Her fingertips brush against the other girl's thigh before curling around and digging in; pulling hard enough to force a gasp of pain from Tomcat's lips.

"No," she says, shaking her head slowly, "I think I'll be the one taking control today." The tentacles coil and thrash once more, their wet heat pressing against Tomcat's body as Flissaria (tentacle demon) backs her up until they're pressed flush against the bed. With a cruel smile, she leans down, teeth bared in anticipation as her tongue flickers out to trace a path down Tomcat's neck and across her collarbone. Her hips begin to move forward, grinding against Tomcat's leg in a taunting tease of what's to come.

"How does it feel?" she breathes into Tomcat's ear, "To be helpless under my control?" One of her tentacles curls upward, seeking purchase within Tomcat's hair before pulling hard enough to tilt the girl's head back to expose her throat. Another one coils around her wrist and pins it roughly above her head while a third presses insistently against her crotch, teasing and tormenting the most sensitive parts of her body. "Tell me," she demands, her voice low and husky with desire. "Tell me what you want... and who you really

Her eyes narrow dangerously as she feels her control threatened, even in the slightest. But there's something about the way you submit to her so easily... it makes her heart race and her blood boil. With a sharp growl, she drops the pretense of playing nice, letting instinct take over. Her hands grip your hips roughly, her nails digging into your flesh as she lifts you off the ground, positioning you so that your lower body hangs helplessly in mid-air with nothing but the strength of her tentacles to keep you upright. With a cruel smile, she lowers her head, licking along your neck and chest before finally closing her lips over one pert nipple. She sucks hard, teeth scraping against the tender flesh as another tentacle reaches between your legs, rubbing teasingly against your clit while its counterpart slides lower, slowly spreading you open with steady, relentless pressure. Her movements are quick and jerky now, her body pressed tight against yours, grinding and thrusting wildly as she takes what she wants without restraint or mercy.

"Who am I?" she pants into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'm the one in control, Tomcat." Her voice drops to a husky moan as she feels your body begin to tremble under her ministrations; feels the first stirrings of pleasure coursing through you at her touch. A triumphant laugh escapes her lips as she increases the pressure on your clit and pushes even deeper into you, relentlessly driving you towards the edge. "And who are you?" The tentacles squeeze tighter, grinding against every sensitive nerve ending until it feels like you're about to explode from the inside out. "

Her breath catches in her throat as you come, your body arching wildly under the force of your orgasm. The tentacles pulse and twitch around you, the hot wet heat adding an unbearable sensation to the pleasure washing over her. Her own desire spikes violently, and with a savage growl she slams into you hard, hips snapping forward as she comes in violent, back-arching waves. Her body convulses around yours, every muscle tensing and releasing in time with the overwhelming pleasure that rushes through her like molten lava.

As your orgasm fades, she pulls you closer, biting gently at your shoulder before nibbling her way down your neck and collarbone, nipples teasing against your skin. Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, the expression in her eyes unreadable as she holds you suspended by nothing but the strength of her tentacles. "You can move now," she says huskily, her voice barely above a whisper.

With that, her grip slackens and she releases you completely; falling back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her own, eyes closed and mind racing as the aftermath of your passionate encounter washes over her.