My tentacles erupted from my robes, but to the naked human eye, they shimmered and vanished, mimicking the fabric of the seats and the dim light of the cabin.
One tentacle slapped over Sofia's mouth, sealing her lips. To Julienne, who was rubbing her temple from the headache induced by the bump, it just looked like Sofia was staring at me with wide, worried eyes and tightly pursed lips.
But I knew better. I felt the wet warmth of her breath against my suction cups. I felt her hands try to fly up to push me away, only to be intercepted by two more invisible limbs that pinned her wrists to her lap.
She couldn't see them. She could only feel the heavy, rubbery weight holding her down.
"Are you alright, Lady Julienne?" I asked, my voice smooth and concerned. "That was quite a bump."
"I... I am fine," Julienne sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "Just... a little dizzy."
I grinned at Sofia. Tears were already welling in the corners of her eyes, spilling over her lashes. She was terrified.
"By the way," I said, pointing out the window to distract Julienne further. "What is that large statue over there? It looks... formidable."
I knew what it was—a monument to the War God—but I needed Julienne to look away.
"That?" Julienne squinted, turning her head toward the glass. "That is the Guardian of the West. My husband's regiment prays there before deployment..."
While she droned on, my assault began in earnest.
Slither. Slide.
My tentacles moved under the hem of Sofia's maid dress. They glided over her skin, secreting a thin layer of the potent aphrodisiac liquid I had used on Kara. It was cool at first, then searing hot as it seeped into her pores.
One specific tentacle crept up the inside of her thigh, bypassing the garter belt, seeking the heat at the top of her legs.
Poke.
I tapped gently against the cotton covering her femininity, like a polite guest knocking at a door.
Sofia's eyes went wide, her body going rigid against the restraints. My aquatic hearing picked up the sound instantly—the squelch of increased moisture.
Drip.
She was leaking. The fear and the aphrodisiac were mixing into a potent cocktail.
"I'm... getting sleepy," Julienne murmured, her explanation trailing off. She yawned, covering her mouth with a delicate hand. "The motion of the carriage..."
"You should rest," I suggested softly. "How long until we arrive?"
"About an hour," she mumbled, her eyelids drooping. "It's... quite far."
"Then take a nap. You worked hard last night," I said, a double meaning she didn't catch. "Drink this; it will help you energize." I handed her a small bottle of pink liquid with soda bubbles fizzing to the top.
"Thanks..." Julienne mumbled, immediately drinking the potion. Sofia tried to move, attempting to warn her lady, but it was too late. Julienne drank it already as she leaned her head against the cool windowpane, facing away from us. "Tap Sofia's leg... wake me up when we are there," she murmured before falling into a deep sleep.
"Mmph!" Sofia tried to scream, tried to protest, but the invisible gag held tight.
"She says she understands," I translated cheerfully.
Within seconds, Julienne's breathing evened out. She was asleep.
I turned my full attention back to Sofia. Tears were streaming down her face now, but the flush on her cheeks was deepening to a dark, lustful red.
Grin.
"Don't worry, Sofia," I whispered, the sound barely audible over the carriage wheels. "I'll keep you awake."
Riiiip.
I didn't wait. The tentacle beneath her skirt shoved the cloth of her underwear aside, exposing her completely.
It didn't enter immediately. Instead, the tip began to play.
Flick. Circle. Flick.
It danced around her clitoris, teasing the swollen nub. At the same time, another tentacle snaked up her left thigh and pressed against the entrance of her pussy, playing with the wetness, sliding in just the tip and pulling back out.
Squish... plop... squish.
It was an extension of my will, an extension of my hands. I felt how soft she was, how ready she was despite her fear.
Meanwhile, the invisible tentacles holding her wrists shifted, moving up to her chest. They began to knead her small breasts through the fabric of her uniform, rolling the nipples, massaging the flesh as if trying to make them grow under my touch.
Squeeze. Rub.
I watched her face closely. The terror in her eyes was fracturing. The aphrodisiac was hitting her brain. The anger and fear were melting away, replaced by a hazy, desperate need. Her pupils dilated, swallowing the iris.
She's breaking.
"Time for you to taste real pleasure," I whispered.
Shluck.
I pushed the tentacle fully inside her.
"Mmph—!"
Her back arched off the seat, her eyes rolling back. But this time, she didn't try to pull away. Her hips bucked into the touch.
The tentacle gagging her loosened slightly, allowing her a sliver of freedom.
"Please..." she gasped, her voice unrecognizable. "More... give it to me..."
Her tongue darted out, not to push the tentacle away, but to lick it—tasting the saline skin of the monster that was claiming her.
The road was bumpy, a jagged rhythm of stones and potholes, and one hour was a hell of a lot of time to leave a poor soul waiting.
Bump. Thud.
"Mmmph..." Julienne stirred in her sleep, her head knocking lightly against the glass.
I couldn't have her waking up now. Not when the main event was about to begin.
Snap. Coil.
One of my invisible tentacles extended gently, wrapping around Julienne's waist and shoulders like a seatbelt, securing her firmly to the corner of the carriage. Now, she wouldn't jostle. She would sleep soundly through the coming storm.
With the chaperone secured, I turned back to Sofia.
My tentacle was already busy inside her, moving with a relentless in-and-out rhythm, coiling and uncoiling to hit every hidden wall of her tightness. I watched her eyes roll back, the whites showing as the pleasure overrode her senses.
Squelch. Pop.
"Time to elevate you, my dear," I whispered.
My tentacles surged forward, wrapping around her waist and thighs.
Whoosh.
She was lifted effortlessly into the air, suspended like a puppet on strings. If Julienne were awake, she would have screamed—it looked like a possession, a maid floating in the dim light of the carriage, her limbs dangling helplessly.
I brought her over to my side, lowering her until she hovered just above my lap.
Zip. Rustle.
My free tentacles worked the buttons of my robe, parting the fabric to reveal the main attraction.
I grabbed her chin, twisting her head toward me. I didn't ask for permission; I took her mouth in a searing kiss, my tongue wrestling with hers, sucking it into my mouth until she moaned into my lips.
Smooch. Slurp.
She was in a trance, floating in a haze of aphrodisiacs and adrenaline. But she wasn't gone.
"I..." she gasped, breaking the kiss to stare down at me with glassy, desperate eyes. "I want... to feel what she felt... what Pearl-san felt last night..."
I grinned, the predator finally catching the prey.
"Are you willing to become a devotee of my faith, Sofia? To give yourself to Lunaria?"
"Yes..." she panted, her hips bucking against the air. "Anything... please... I need to... cu—"
"Not yet."
Twist. Grind.
The tentacle inside her roughened its texture, scraping against her sensitive spots. I used my other limbs to pry her legs wide open, creating a perfect, vulnerable angle.
"First, the baptism."
I guided my shaft to her entrance.
Schlock.
The wet, slick sound of the tip breaching her was audible even over the carriage wheels.
"Haaa—!"
Her tongue popped out in ecstasy, her eyes widening as the sheer size of me began to stretch her.
"Damn... it's too big..." she whined, her hands gripping my shoulders. "It's feeling... every corner... inside me..."
"Just relax," I murmured. "Let it fill you."
Slide. Thump.
I sat her down fully. The bumps on the road worked in my favor, the carriage jolting us together, driving me deeper with every pothole. Her hips started grinding instinctively, trying to push back, even as the tip of my penis hit her cervix, pinching the entrance to her womb.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
"I can't... take this anymore!" she cried out, her nails digging into my skin. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Then let's do it together."
I leveled up my movement, matching the frantic pace of the carriage.
Slap-slap-slap.
"N-Not inside!" she panicked, clarity piercing her lust for a second. "Please... I will get pregnant!"
I just smiled, pulling her closer. "Don't worry. This is purely a blessing."
Throb. Pulse.
"No—!"
SPLASH.
I shot my load inside her, a torrent that felt like I was flooding her entire being. It wasn't just fluids; it was mana, it was authority, it was the claim of the deep.
"Mmph—!"
Her body convulsed, a violent shudder running through her frame. I clamped my hand over her mouth, stifling the scream that tried to escape as she squirted hard, her own fluids mixing with mine.
Shhh-splat.
We held there for a moment, riding the aftershocks as the carriage began to slow.
"Gaston!" I called out, my voice steady despite the chaos. "Are we there?"
"Just around the corner, sir!" the old man shouted back.
Panic flashed in Sofia's eyes. She awoke from her euphoria, realizing exactly where she was.
"Up," I commanded gently.
I lifted her back to her seat next to Julienne. She was a mess—her face flushed, her breath ragged, her legs trembling.
She grabbed her torn underwear, frantically wiping her thighs.
Click.
She popped the window latch, throwing it open to let the cool air rush in and carry away the heavy scent of sex.
The carriage ground to a halt.
I released the tentacle holding Julienne.
"Lady Julienne," I said, shaking her shoulder gently. "We have arrived."
"Mmm?" Julienne blinked, waking up instantly. "Oh... I must have dozed off."
She looked at Sofia, who was staring out the window, her face bright red.
"Sofia? Are you alright? You look flushed."
Sofia turned, giving me a shy, terrified, yet deeply satisfied look.
"I... I am fine, My Lady," she stammered. "Just... the motion sickness."
I stood up, opening the carriage door. As I passed Sofia, I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear.
"Later again," I whispered.
She shivered.
As I stepped out, I glanced back. A clear, viscous liquid was dripping down her leg, pooling on the floor mat.
[New Devotee Acquired: Sofia]
"Shall we?" I asked, offering my hand to Julienne.