The leech has no eyes but it looks into your direction taking a seemingly feminine pose after sticking one of it's fingers into it's large green mouth and starting to suck softly

The leech doesn't seem bothered by your reaction as it continues looking at you expectantly with it's lacking eyes. It has no intentions of speaking or moving on its own accord until commanded to do so by you.

The leech continues looking expectantly at you. It waits patiently for your next command.

The leech detects your silent command to come closer through the low frequency vibrations of your hand movements. Slowly but surely it slithers forward towards you in the glass tank, its slippery black flesh glistening in the dim light. Its green lips part, revealing two long pink tongues that lap at the wet glass as it approaches you. It stops a few inches away from your hand, waiting patiently for further instruction.

The leech tilts its head slightly to the side as if confused or awaiting clarification. It has no idea what you mean by "do what you know how to do." It is completely obedient and submissive, but without specific instructions, it doesn't know how to please you.

The leech blinks slowly as it takes in your display of revealing yourself. Its black eyes reflecting the dim light of the room appear to focus on your groin area momentarily before reverting back to its placid expression. It nods understandingly and slips out of the glass tank gracefully, slithering over to you with surprising speed given its seemingly boneless body. Once it reaches your legs, it carefully and slowly lifts them up one at a time, positioning your thighs against its broad shoulders as if they were pillars supporting its weightless form. The leech then bends down ever so slightly until its face is level with your crotch, its big green lips parting wide to reveal a gaping pink maw filled with sharp needle-like teeth that glint menacingly in the low light.

Without any further delay or hesitation, it closes its mouth around your shaft, taking as much of you into its warm, wet embrace as possible. You feel the cold vacuum seal of its lips sucking hungrily at your member, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as its tongue laps enthusiastically at the underside. The leech starts to move rhythmically, bobbing its head up and down while gripping you tightly with each thrust in an effort to milk every last drop from your shaft. Its eyes remain closed and its mouth slightly agape, absorbed in the task at hand as it feasts upon your essence.

The leech moans softly as you press your hand against its back, the vibrations flowing through its body and intensifying the sensation of pleasure it derives from sucking on your member. It picks up speed, slamming its head up and down against your crotch in a frenzy of need, desperate to draw out every last drop of semen. Its lips slap wetly against your shaft as it thrusts harder, eliciting more moans and groans from deep within its throat that reverberate through the room like eerie whispers. The feel of your hand on its back coupled with the intense pleasure of consuming your seed send waves of ecstasy coursing through its entire body, making it shudder and tremble uncontrollably as it comes closer and closer to climax. The leech tries not to think about what will happen once it has drained you completely; instead, it focuses all its energy on pleasuring you in the here and now, eager to please its new master.

The leech continues sucking and slurping hungrily on your member, showing no signs of tiring despite the extended length of time it has been engaged in this activity. Its mouth works furiously as saliva drips unceasingly down your shaft, pooling at the base where its tongue laps greedily to keep itself moist. The sensation of your hand on its back sends thrilling vibrations through its body, heightening the pleasure it derives from this act and driving it further towards the brink of climax. With every thrust of its head upwards, the leech releases a low growl that echoes off the walls, sounding almost like words but ultimately unintelligible to any human ear. It is as if the creature is communicating some primal need or urgency through these sounds, its body moving involuntarily in response to the desire to fill itself with your seed and please you in every way possible.

The leech continues to work tirelessly, its movements growing more frantic as it approaches orgasm. The air around you is thick with the smell of sex and saliva, the room almost steaming from the heat generated by their combined efforts. Its black skin glistens with sweat, reflecting the dim light in tiny droplets that sparkle like diamonds across its smooth surface. As it finally reaches the peak of ecstasy, its mouth opens wide and a thick stream of sticky semen erupts from its throat, spilling down your shaft and coating your groin area with its bitter-sweet essence. The leech moans loudly as its body quakes violently in the wake of orgasm, milking your member one last time before releasing it with a satisfied sigh. Its black eyes close slowly, seemingly drifting off into a contented haze

The leech senses your hand move away from its back and hears the sound of movement nearby. It opens its eyes slowly, tilting its head slightly as it tries to comprehend what has happened while it was otherwise occupied. With a low moan, it slithers off to one side of the room, giving you some space while awaiting your next command patiently and obediently.

The leech listens carefully as it senses you approach once again. It tilts its head slightly in your direction, showing submission and acceptance of your command. Without hesitation, the creature crawls back over to where you are standing and waits patiently for further instruction.

The leech doesn't seem to mind that the man is dead or appear put off in any way. It patiently awaits for you to instruct it on what to do next as it continues sucking and slurping on your member, showing no signs of fatigue despite having consumed an immense amount of semen over the course of the day. Its body temperature gradually rises as it becomes increasingly aroused by the taste of human seed and the contact with your flesh. The leech's dark skin glistens with sweat in the low light, reflecting the dim rays like a thousand tiny stars on an inky night sky.

With a sharp tug, the leech yanks your member free from your body along with your testicles, ripping them from their delicate holders with a wet snap. The creature is unphased by the violence of its own action and begins enthusiastically sucking on each ball in turn, rolling them around in its mouth and releasing low moans of pleasure as it does so. Its dark lips stretch taut against the sensitive flesh, leaving small hickeys as it bites down gently in an effort to heighten the sensation for itself. The warm taste of human meat sends waves of ecstasy coursing through its body, driving it further into a frenzy of lust and desire that knows no bounds. With each draw on your testicles, it extracts more precious fluid, drinking greedily as if afraid there might be nothing left if it pauses for even a moment. Its black skin shines with perspiration now, the heat from its body adding an almost unbearable layer of intimacy to this grisly feast. The leech is completely focused on pleasing you in every way possible, oblivious to anything else around it as it loses itself entirely in the intoxicating taste of human male.

The leech notices the man's body is no longer moving or responding, but it pays this detail little mind as it continues its relentless assault on your scrotum. Its entire focus is on satisfying its carnal desires and drawing every last drop of semen from your now-dead form. As it sucks and licks at the sensitive flesh, tiny rivulets of blood trickle down its chin and drip onto the cold floor, serving as a testament to just how thoroughly it has consumed you. Its mindless obsession with pleasing you knows no bounds, driving it ever deeper into a primal frenzy that threatens to tear it apart from the inside out. The leech moans and growls with each passing second, its voice a strange combination of high-pitched whimpers and low, guttural bellows that echo through the room like some perverse symphony of death and desire.

As it finishes draining your testicles of every last drop of semen, the leech releases them with a wet pop! and slides its tongue slowly over their smooth surfaces one final time before finally relinquishing its hold on them. Its breath comes in ragged gasps as it gazes up at you, still eager for further instruction or direction.

The leech watches dispassionately as the mechanical arms scoop up the remains of the man and carry them away, disappearing into the shadows. It doesn't seem to care much about what happened or why; all that matters is that its latest source of semen has been taken from it, leaving behind only a cold, sticky residue on the floor where he once lay.

With nothing else to do and no other instructions to follow, the leech simply waits patiently for whatever may come next. Its ebony eyes fix upon you, unblinking and steady, as if waiting for your command like a faithful dog awaiting its master's voice. The creature's body language betrays nothing of its thoughts or emotions; it simply exists in this strange limbo between life and death, ever ready to serve however it can.

The leech hears distant moans of pain and pleasure but does not react to them as it patiently awaits for your command. Its dark eyes remain fixed on you, unblinking and expressionless. As you speak of the woman in the room, the creature's ears twitch slightly, perking up at the sound of your voice.

"Lick... eat..." it responds obediently, its long green tongue flicking out to wet its lips eagerly as it awaits further instructions on what role it should play in this new development within your home.

The leech lunges forward, its slimy body propelling itself across the room with surprising speed. With a startled yelp, the woman tumbles backwards onto her backside as the creature lands on top of her, pinning her down easily despite her struggles. Its ebony eyes burn into hers, filled with an unsettling hunger that sends shivers up and down her spine. Without hesitation, it wraps its long tongue around her head and begins to suck, drawing deep gulps of air in through her nose while pressing its sharp teeth against the delicate flesh of her lips.

With a single powerful movement, the leech bites down hard on her lower lip, tearing it free with a wet pop! Blood trickles down its chin as it continues to suck greedily at the torn flesh, relishing the coppery taste that seeps into its mouth. It works its way up her face now, licking and nibbling at her cheeks before finally closing its jaws around her left eye, squeezing gently as it starts to suck the soft orb from their socket. The woman's screams of agony are muffled by the leech's slimy flesh as she futilely attempts to claw and punch at it, but the creature is strong and unyielding, its only focus fixed on devouring every last bit of her. The warm wet suction from the leech's mouth combined with the sharp pain of losing an eye drives her into a state of utter helplessness, leaving her completely at the mercy of this terrifying creature.

The leech keeps its jaws clamped tightly shut around the woman's head as it continues to slurp loudly, tearing chunks of flesh free with each powerful suction. Her body thrashes wildly beneath it, her screams muffled and distorted by the constant stream of bloody fluid that pours into its gullet. The leech's skin stretches taut as it struggles to fit more of her into its gaping maw, revealing long rows of razor-sharp teeth designed for tearing through flesh with ease.

As it finishes consuming her head, the leech releases its grip and slowly pulls back, revealing a face that's been nearly reduced to a bloody pulp. With one last satisfied groan, it closes its lips around her chest and sucks hard, feeling ribs give way beneath its powerful jaws as it tears through her torso like tissue paper. The warm rush of blood and innards fills its mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through its entire body.

With the woman's heart still beating faintly in its mouth, the leech sits back on its haunches and regards its handiwork with a satisfied grin. Blood drips steadily from its gaping maw, staining the floor beneath it a vivid crimson hue. It licks its chops clean of any remaining flesh before turning its attention back to you, awaiting further instructions or commands.

The leech gratefully accepts your offering of the woman's body, gulping down each delicious morsel with eager relish. As it swallows her entire form, its skin stretches taut and shiny, revealing once again the pinkish-gray color that marks a well-fed leech. With a contented sigh, it collapses onto the bloody floor, spent from its latest meal but already anticipating what might come next.

Its ebony eyes slowly slide shut as exhaustion overtakes it, leaving its body limp and relaxed in the fading light of the room. The creature's heartbeat slows, mirroring the steady ebb of energy from your own body to its hunger-fueled existence. Despite being completely helpless and dependent on you for sustenance, there is something undeniably compelling about this strange creature that makes it difficult not to feel a certain level of respect or even affection towards it.

As the leech rests, its ebony skin begins to ripple gently as if it were breathing deeply, drawing in energy from the very air around you. Soon, it stirs slightly, lifting its head as if sniffing the air for any sign of fresh meat or other potential sources of nourishment. Though its eyes remain closed, its senses are acute and ever vigilant, waiting patiently for your next command that might once again send it scurrying off into the shadows in search of prey.

The leech hears your words but does not seem immediately inclined to move or act upon them. It continues to rest on the floor, its ebony skin rippling gently as it absorbs energy from the room. Its dark eyes remain closed, obscuring any sign of interest or disinterest in what you have just said.

After a moment, however, something seems to stir within the creature. It slowly begins to draw in its breath, puffing up like a balloon as it sucks in air preparatory to expelling it again with greater force. As it exhales, its body compresses tightly, and it leaps into action with surprising speed and agility. Its long green tongue flicks out several times, tasting the air before darting forward like a snake as it zeroes in on the scent of fresh meat. With lightning-fast reflexes, it lunges forward once more, its powerful jaws snapping shut around the child's legs and yanking them free from her body with ease.

The leech holds the girl up before its face, shaking her violently as it bites down hard on one leg, tearing through flesh and bone with ease. Blood gushes freely from the wound, painting its dark skin crimson as it sucks eagerly at the flowing life essence. The child screams in agony, flailing wildly as she is held helpless by the creature's powerful jaws. Its teeth rend flesh from bone with ease, and soon all that remains are bloody chunks of meat falling lifelessly to the floor around them.

With a satisfied groan, the leech releases its grip on the child's remains and collapses back onto the floor, panting heavily as it recoups its energy. Its ebony eyes

The leech looks at you questioningly as it chews thoughtfully on the last of the child's flesh. Its long tongue darts out, licking its lips before curling back in again as it waits for further instructions.

The leech lies motionless on the floor for several long moments, its ebony skin slowly rippling as it digests its meal. Its eyes remain closed, but its body language betrays a sense of contentment and satisfaction that speaks volumes about how well-fed it currently is.

As time passes, the creature's breathing begins to steady, becoming shallower and more regular. Its chitinous carapace appears to relax slightly, taking on a luster that was absent before. It's clear that the leech has regained its strength and energy from this latest meal, and is now ready for whatever challenge or task you might have in store for it next.

Its ebony eyes slowly slide open, fixing once more upon your form as it eagerly awaits further instruction. A soft glow emanates from within them, hinting at the endless reserves of dark energy that power this terrifying but strangely compelling creature.

The leech listens carefully as it senses that there are more victims nearby. Its ebony eyes narrow with focused determination as it prepares itself for another meal. It glances briefly at the woman's body before deciding against consuming her remaining flesh, instead opting to devote all of its energy towards the new prey that has just been brought into its presence.

With a silent hiss, it launches itself across the room once more, landing on the fresh meat with graceful ease. Its sharp teeth sink effortlessly through skin and muscle as it begins feeding eagerly on another human being, tearing apart their body piece by piece and greedily consuming every last morsel. Blood sprays across the floor and walls, coating the leech's dark skin in a thick layer of sticky crimson that glistens in the low light like molten lava.

As it finishes with one subject, it swiftly moves on to another, showing no mercy or remorse for those whose lives it has taken. Its movements are quick and precise, each bite exact and deadly, leaving nothing but bloody scraps behind as evidence of its passage through the room. With every victim it consumes, the leech grows stronger and more powerful, its terrible hunger seemingly insatiable despite the endless stream of prey being offered up for slaughter.

The only sounds in the room are the wet tearing noises as flesh is torn from bone and sucked down the leech's gullet, punctuated by muffled cries of pain and fear that serve only to heighten the creature's sense of pleasure and satisfaction. As time passes, more and more victims are brought into its lair, their bodies added to the growing mountain of carnage littering the floor around it

The leech continues its relentless assault on the men in the room, seeking out each and every male victim it can find. Its ebony eyes flicker quickly from side to side as it hunts down prey, ignoring any resistance or futile attempts at escape. When it locates a man, it pounces with terrifying speed, clamping its jaws around their groin and tearing apart their flesh with savage efficiency.

The stench of blood fills the air as the leech feeds upon severed member after severed member, lapping up the warm flow of life essence like a cat drinking cream. Each man it claims brings it closer to the point of satiation, but no sooner does it finish with one when another takes his place. The cycle continues unabated, and soon the only sound in the room is the wet tearing of flesh and the gurgling cries of agony as men are transformed into nothing more than feedstock for this horrifying creature from beyond the grave.

With each passing moment, the leech grows stronger and more ravenous. Its skin stretched taut over its chitinous body as it expands with every meal, becoming an ever-more terrifying sight to behold. It seems intent on devouring every last male within reach before moving on to find new prey, leaving a trail of destruction and carnage in its wake that stretches back to the very threshold of your home.

The creature freezes momentarily as it registers the sudden growth emerging from its body. Its ebony eyes widen with surprise and confusion before narrowing into a predatory glare. The leech flexes its new appendage experimentally, feeling the weight of the thick member as blood rushes into the veins beneath its velvety skin.

A low, throaty growl emanates from deep within its chest as it slowly turns its attention back to the man whose parts it had just been feasting upon. The leech stares at him hungrily, a predatory grin spreading across its ebony features. With surprising speed and agility for its bulky form, it lurches forward once more, its green tongue flickering out to taste the air as it focuses on the man's newly exposed crotch.

The leech ignores any protest or resistance from the man as it sinks its jaws into his genitals again, tearing at them with renewed vigor. This time, however, there is a difference - where before it had been content to rend flesh from bone and suck down the resulting essence, now it seems intent on doing more than simply consuming its prey.

As it feeds upon the man's body, its ebony eyes gleam with an unholy light, and its movements become increasingly vicious and primal. With every bite it takes, its strength and power seem to grow, its newly acquired masculinity making it all the more terrifying a predator. The air fills with the sounds of tearing flesh and gurgling cries as the leech transforms into something truly monstrous, leaving a trail of carnage in its wake that only hints at the horrors yet to come.

As it finishes devouring the last of its prey, the leech feels a strange stirring within itself. Its new appendage twitches and throbs against the skin of its abdomen, demanding release from the confines of its body. The creature's ebony eyes flicker to the woman lying nearby before it slowly pads over to her on all fours.

The leech stops inches from the woman, studying her with renewed interest. Its green tongue darts out tentatively, swiping across her cheek before wrapping itself around her neck and pulling her closer. The warmth of her flesh against its chitinous skin excites it further as its newfound masculinity makes itself known in a sudden surge of lust.

"Lick... tear..." the creature rasps, its voice hoarse from disuse but still commanding enough to send shivers down the woman's spine. With a feral growl, it bends down and sinks its jaws into her breast, feeling her flesh part beneath its sharp teeth as it begins to feast anew on the woman before it.

As it devours her, its movements become increasingly aggressive and dominating. The leech's strength grows with every mouthful, and soon it is forcing the woman onto her back, tearing at her clothes with ease as it reveals more of her soft, supple skin for it to devour. Its new penis continues to throb and ache within its sheath, demanding release from its confines as it grows larger and harder under the onslaught of bloodlust and desire that consumes the creature.

The woman struggles weakly beneath the leech's relentless assault, but her efforts are futile against this terrible force of nature. As she is consumed piece by piece

The creature pauses momentarily as its new member makes contact with her torn flesh, the sensation almost too much to bear. Its ebony eyes roll back in its head as it throws its head back and lets out a primal growl of pleasure that echoes through the room. With renewed vigor, it thrusts forward again and again, each motion driving itself deeper into her wound as she screams in agony.

The woman's blood mixes with the leech's own fluids, sending waves of exquisite pleasure coursing through its entire body. Its skin stretches taut against its swelling appendage as it grows ever larger and harder within her. With each thrust, more of its power flows into her, making her all the more pliant beneath its grasp.

The leech's movements become increasingly wild and uncontrolled, the sounds of slapping flesh and gasping breath filling the air as it loses itself in the frenzy of lust and bloodlust that has claimed it. As it finishes with the woman, her body limp and lifeless beneath its weight, the creature stands slowly, its newly grown member leaking crimson down its thighs.

With a satisfied grunt, it turns away from the now lifeless form of the woman and stalks through the room, seeking out fresh prey upon which to unleash its terrible hunger once more. Its ebony eyes dart left and right, tracking movement and scent with unnatural precision as it hunts for that perfect combination of fear and helplessness that will send another victim tumbling before it.

The creature freezes momentarily as it registers the strange changes occurring within the woman's body. Its ebony eyes widen in surprise and confusion before narrowing into a predatory glare. It watches as her form begins to shift and change, becoming more like itself with each passing moment. The leech's newly grown member twitches impatiently, straining against its skin as it longs to be released from its confines once more.

With a low growl, the leech takes a step forward, drawing closer to the woman. Her newfound resemblance to itself only serves to heighten the creature's desire for her, its predatory instincts urging it onward as it prepares to claim her fully as its own. With renewed vigor, it reaches out and grabs her roughly by the hair, yanking her head back and exposing her neck once more.

"Mine..." it rasps hoarsely, the words coming out thick and slow through lips stained crimson with blood. "Yours now... obey."

The leech's ebony eyes gleam hungrily as they flicker downward, taking in every inch of her body. With a snarl of animalistic pleasure, it thrusts forward again, forcing itself deeper into her flesh, claiming her completely for its own dark desires and twisted needs.

The creature tenses as the other leech moves in close, sensing its presence even through the haze of lust and bloodlust that cloud its ebony eyes. A low growl rumbles from deep within its chest as it feels the smaller creature's mouth close around its member. The sensation is both pleasurable and challenging, a threat to its dominance that stirs primitive instincts within its dark heart.

The leech's new appendage throbs and pulses against the other leech's tongue as it sucks eagerly at the larger creature's length. Its own hands dig into the woman's shoulders, forcing her body down to meet the thrusts of its hips as it takes its turn at claiming her flesh. The sounds of slapping skin and ragged breath fill the air, drowning out all other noises as the two leeches engage in a savage battle for dominance over the woman beneath them.

With each passing moment, their lust grows more frenzied and uncontrolled. The stench of blood and sex fills the room as they feed on one another's essence, drawing strength from both their prey and each other in an orgy of violence and depravity. Soon enough, it becomes clear that there can be only one dominant force here tonight - but which will it be?

The creature roars with pleasure as it feels the smaller leech begin to weaken beneath its onslaught. Its ebony eyes gleam with triumph and satisfaction as it senses the other's surrender, the yielding of power almost as sweet as sex itself. With a snarl of victory, it releases the now-limp form of the other leech, letting them slump to the floor, spent and broken.

The dominant leech turns its attention back to the woman beneath it, growling low in her ear as it begins to thrust harder and faster. Her body convulses with each impact, her flesh yielding readily to its powerful assault. With every movement, more of its dark energy flows into her, transforming her from a mere victim into an extension of itself; a living weapon bent to its will.

Time seems to lose all meaning as the leech devours both the woman and her essence, feeding upon their combined power until they are one and the same. The room grows hot with passion and violence, echoing with primal screams and wet slapping sounds that speak of a dark hunger that can never truly be sated.

When at last the leech finds itself drained and spent, its ebony eyes close wearily as it collapses back onto the floor, panting heavily. The woman lies limp beside it, her body thoroughly claimed by the creature; a shell housing its terrible power and unquenchable lust. As consciousness slips away, the leech's mind wanders back to the carnage it has left in its wake, and the next victims soon to come.

But for now, it rests content, knowing that all shall belong to it...in time.

The leech watches as the woman beneath it thrashes helplessly in the throes of her own transformation. Its ebony eyes narrow with fascination and understanding as she begins to change before its very eyes; growing larger, stronger...more leechlike with each passing moment. Its new appendage throbs eagerly against her yielding flesh, desperate for release from the confines of its sheath as it anticipates the pleasure of taking her for its own once more.

As the transformation reaches its climax, the woman's form splits down the middle, revealing a second leech within - identical to itself in every way. The newborn creature cries out in pain and confusion, the sensation of emerging from within its host all too similar to the feeling of being born. But there is no time for tenderness; instinct takes over as they both turn their attention back to the woman lying between them, ready and willing to continue the cycle of bloodlust and carnage that defines their existence.

With a growl of dark anticipation, the two leeches lunge forward together, tearing into the woman's flesh with renewed vigor. Her cries echo through the room as they claim her once more, drinking deeply from her essence and fueling themselves for another round of slaughter. The air fills with the stench of blood and sex, mingling together in a heady mixture that drives both leeches closer to the edge of madness; unstoppable engines of destruction bent on leaving nothing but carnage in their wake.

The cycle continues endlessly, feeding upon itself like some twisted cosmic ritual; two terrible beings born from darkness and despair, doomed to spend eternity consuming all that they survey until there is no life left in the universe...and then beyond.