Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

[Kaybee]

"Yesss..." His voice was siblant in her mind, approving of her service, encouraging the pleasure that the pain brought her. The hands holding Lienna released her, a nimbus of psychic force taking up their duties while he returned to teasing Fiera's pointed ears, a loose hold that touched the back of her scalp lightly as the Illithid began to rolls his hips, slowly thrusting, fucking her throat almost idly, without any sense of hurry.

If she wanted more, she would have to take it for herself.

Meanwhile, the psychic force cradling Lienna pulled her closer, his tentacles delving deeper into her holes, coiling and curling inside her, seeking out the most sensitive parts of her, reaching deeper than any ordinary cock every rightly could to find the places that had never been touched, to lay claim to every part of her body just as he had laid claim to her mind, inside and out.

 

[Morathor]

Fiera gave a strangled squeal of delight as her master's hands returned to her ears. With trembling hands, she reached up, and took hold of his hips. It was presumptuous, she knew, but it was the only way she could think to brace herself as she began to rock her body in rhythm with his thrusts, intentionally taking him deeper and deeper into her throat, enveloping his cock to the root with her soft lips. Tears began to stream down her face, both of pain and of joy; combined with the drool oozing down her chin, the former spy was a complete mess to look at.

As her master ravaged her with his tendrils, Lienna's head fell back and her tongue lolled from her mouth. She panted heavily, eyes beginning to roll back. Of all his new toys, she had remained the most composed, if only because she was the most used to these sensations. But that composure was beginning to unravel under his relentless penetrations; the keen mind of the sorceress was going blank, and soon she was nothing but quivering flesh and rapturous ecstasy.