Day Four.

My arms tied behind my back, my body covered in sweat and oil, something deep inside of me…

"Oh…"

Pumping. Quickly.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned.

And moaned.

And moaned.

"Harder!"

Faster…

My eyes were closed, my face contorted with ecstasy. I was about to cum, pushing myself back against the many, thick, and beautiful inches.

"…Oh!"

But then I was pulled from my lovely dream…

I awoke in the middle of the night panting, sweat beading down my brow as I could feel the cold of the tentacles slithering against me. I looked down and watched them wrap around my breasts, my waist, my hips, and my thighs, one thrusting into my womanhood before fucking me just like that thing in my dreams was…

"Oh…" I groaned, closing my eyes as I dropped my head back onto my pillow.

Each attack feels… better than the one before it. This one was just… splendid… I didn't want to beg the creature to do anything, but nonetheless, I found myself resisting the urge to do just that; yearning for it to please me.

Why am I like this...?

I was disappointed when the tentacles stopped, rescinding behind me to their portal as I was left panting even harder, on the verge of climax. It took me nearly an hour to calm myself down, and then I eventually fell back asleep. I experienced more dreams of intense sex; dreams where I was once more this unrecognizable slut wishing for nothing more than to have all her holes filled.

And… I mean all her holes…

I was relieved to wake up this time with sunlight pouring into my room and not tentacles over my body. I got dressed and left, heading to the washroom and then the shower in constant fear of an attack.

I hate them… although I am ashamed to admit that they feel… good…

After cleaning myself up, I went to the dining room to enjoy my lunch. But as soon as I sat down and took a few bites, my appetite was ruined, noticing Ahri walking towards me in the corner of my eye. She was wearing this thin, white sundress which was nearly see-through as the sun shined through it, flaunting the sweaty, naked body beneath. Her black hair was unkempt, and she reeked of sex. I could smell it as soon as she sat down across from me, a mischievous smirk on her full, red lips.

"What do you want?" I bitterly mumbled.

Her tongue ran across her lips as her smirk grew. "You."

I furrowed my brow.

"…On your knees, begging." She continued.

A groan rumbled in my throat, and I continued to eat my food, mumbling "Slut." underneath my breath. I was surprised by my own lack of aggression. I should be attempting murder right now.

"…That's what you'll need to do to convince me to lift your curse." Said Ahri. "Go upstairs and clean my room. Sona is waiting for you."

Her eyes flickered over what of my body wasn't hidden behind the table with that lecherous grin, and then she got up and sashayed away, her tails flowing behind her. I couldn't help but ogle her hips, her legs, her beauty. I found myself lusting for her, and I feared it was stronger than my hatred…

This arousal of mine is becoming a real bitch…

I finished eating and then headed upstairs, seeing Sona waiting by the closed door of Ahri's room. She stood with her hands behind her back, a cart full of cleaning materials and tools right beside her. Our eyes met, causing her face to become flushed pink as she took on her usual bashful mannerisms, nervously looking away. I shook my head and walked past her, opening the door to Ahri's room and stepping inside before hearing the cart follow behind me.

The room was a mess and it reeked of the same scent which clung to Ahri's body. The floor was littered with clothes, and there was a small puddle of oil on the floor sitting beside the empty bottle which it spilt from. The bed's white sheets were undone and covered in a sea of things… things like whips, like gags, like ropes, like dildos, like all those devious devices I saw in the dungeon last night…

Devious devices that I found myself lusting to use…

I looked over to my right and saw Sona and her bashful mannerisms again, her cheeks even redder than before as she refused to look at the chaos waiting to be cleaned up. I chuckled and shook my head at her innocence, but then I remembered what LeBlanc said about how she can hear Ahri and Evelynn, every night, for hours…

And then I imagined it.

...

"Oh!" Ahri moaned, shuddering as the strap-on around Evelynn's hips filled her dripping pussy to the very brim.

Evelynn chuckled as she rose the paddle she had in her hand, bringing it down upon Ahri's already-reddened backside as the oil dressing her ivory skin splashed. She then dropped the paddle and held tight onto the rope binding Ahri's wrists behind her back, using it as leverage before beginning to increase the intensity of her pumps.

"Oh!"

…

My arousal was steadily increasing and getting the better of me. I had to break my train of thought before I would do anything that I'd be ashamed of, noticing that Sona had quickly turned away, realizing that I was staring at her with a lecherous look on my face.

"Let's get to work," I muttered.

She slowly turned back to face me before nodding her head. We started by picking up the scattered lingerie and costume pieces before throwing them into a laundry basket. Afterwards, we cleaned up the oil spill, leaving us with only the many sex toys scattered about. I found myself uncomfortable with picking these things up, knowing that their lustre indicated that they were just in use…

My arousal was beginning to get the best of me again. Each time I picked up a toy, I would look over at Sona and imagine myself putting it to use on… her. This dildo in my hand, for example, would do her nicely – especially alongside this gag, this paddle, and this bundle of rope…

Next, we began to clean all the toys we picked up, disinfecting them and wiping them down. While doing this, Sona managed to drop a dildo onto the floor, the toy rolling behind her as she quickly turned around and squatted down to pick it up… My eyes locked onto her skirt which draped a foot above the ground, and imagined my face beneath it, her large, shapely rear using my face as a living seat…

No.

That wasn't right.

I changed what I imagined; placing myself upon her face instead, her limbs wrapped in rope and bound to the bedposts within this very room, her tongue swimming deep within my womanhood…

My shameful, lustful thoughts were brought to a swift end as I suddenly felt a cold wet sensation wriggling beneath my dress. I gripped onto the dresser in front of me and clenched my teeth, feeling a tentacle slither into my pussy before beginning to thrust quickly. Sona turned around, and her eyes widened, her hands tightening around the dildo as she watched me press my knees together alongside a rough groan.

"S-stop looking…" I muttered.

With some fear showing itself on her face, she hurriedly nodded her head and turned around, but I noticed that she didn't obey me. With the corner of her eye, I could see her staring at me in the mirror above the dresser to our right. Her cheeks were as red as ever, her bottom lip sunk into by her teeth, her thighs pressed together as she squirmed in place anxiously…

"I-I can still see you staring, slut," I stated. I had assumed that this well-mannered woman was not a whore – but the aroused bite of her lip was telling me otherwise…

Her eyes widened in response and turned away from my trembling reflection, staring straight ahead of herself, at the bed that just had our boss fucking some vixen whore upon it.

And suddenly, I sensed a great, impassable opportunity.

"Sona…" I groaned as if I were suffering. "I n-need your help…"

Our eyes then met once more in the mirror.

"Will you help me?" I asked.

She nodded her head.

"Thanks…" I breathed. "T-turn around…"

She did so, struggling to look at me as she could see the tentacles moving beneath my uniform.

"Ahri has c-cursed me," I said, finding myself struggling to speak coherently under my current conditions. "Whenever I'm aroused... I'm attacked by this thing."

Her concerned expression grew.

"…You arouse me, Sona…" I spit out, resisting the urge to cringe from my pitiful words.

Her cheeks became a deeper shade of red, and she looked away again, returning to her usual bashfulness.

"…And I know I arouse you."

She glanced at me a quick second and I could see a hint of a smile on her full, pink lips, her hands falling to the hem of her skirt before she began to fidget with it.

"But n-no matter what, I c-can't cum..." I explained, twisting my face as if I were in terrible suffering as I lifted my hands from the dresser. "It's t-torture."

I brought my hands down and lifted the skirt of my uniform, revealing to Sona what was happening between my thighs… Her eyes widened, and she took a shocked step back, covering her mouth with her hands.

"How would you feel dealing with this?!" I yelled. "They torment me every hour, and no matter what they do, or what I do to myself, or what someone does to me, I can't cum."

I know I'm stretching the truth, but she doesn't need to know.

…

She furrowed her brow and returned her worried eyes to mine, and I could tell by the sympathetic look she had on her face, that she wanted to help.

"Please, Sona…" I muttered, forcing myself to keep my skirt up so that she could see the hell that I was enduring. "Help me…"

She eagerly nodded her head twice and I finally dropped my skirt, taking a deep breath of air to prepare myself for a gamble…

"To lift the curse, we need to have sex."

Well, that's not exactly what LeBlanc said, but there's no harm in lying even more…

She paused, and I began to worry that she wasn't going to help, but then she nodded her head and bit her bottom lip.

I let out a sigh of relief and smiled, closing my eyes. "Look away," I said.

I continued to endure the rest of the attack, gripping tight onto the edge of the dresser once more, listening to its wood squeak beneath my slipping fingers as I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, preventing any moans from leaving my throat. My chest began to heave erratically, pants being the only thing you could hear alongside the sounds of wet tentacles thrusting in and out of an even-wetter womanhood.

Why do I have to pretend that I'm not enjoying this…?

I was brought to the brink of climax, huffing and puffing as I felt them finally stop. I stood straight and turned to face Sona with anguish all over me, but despite how well I was putting on a façade, the anticipation of what was about to happen brought a devious smirk to my lips…

"Don't worry," I said, my dominant eyes coming to meet her nervous, azure pair. "I'll do everything."

Because I had assembled plans in my mind. I needed to do this a certain way. A way that would fulfill my disgusting, devious desires…

I placed two hands against the frilly, white fabric of her shoulder straps and slid them down her arms. My hands then fell below her large bust, undoing the button and strings holding the dress against her body before lifting it up and over her head. I dropped it onto the floor and my eyes instantly moved to ogle her beautiful, large, and pink-nippled breasts, astonished by how they contrasted her tiny little waist which also contrasted her round, wide hips.

I left the rest of her uniform on, my eyes roaming her near-perfect body as I let my hands do the same. I moved them down her curves, biting my bottom lip as I dipped two fingers into her stockings, entranced by the way the black fabric tightly pressed into the soft flesh of her overflowing, succulent thighs. My knuckles grazed her wet, southern entrance as I slowly trailed my fingers up her body, taking hold of her shoulders before turning her to face the bed in front of us. I anxiously bit my bottom lip, overwhelmed by the fleeting thoughts in my mind as I reached to my right, grabbing some rope which we had placed there earlier…

I grabbed both her arms and pulled them behind her back, crudely tying the rope around her wrists before pushing her forward, Sona stumbling onto the foot of the bed. She climbed up and pressed her face into the sheets as if she did this before, getting on her knees as she rose her thick backside in the air.

She knows exactly what I want…

I walked forward with a rivulet of drool leaking from the side of my hungry grin, raising my left hand into the air before bringing it down against her rear, watching how its supple flesh shook around my hands which dug into her flesh. I could sense another rivulet of drool leaking from my lips, but the lips I was talking about were between my thighs…

And hers were no different.

I had to suppress this drone in the back of my head telling me to shove my face between those cheeks and just indulge. My experience with such things was non-existent, but that was okay. There were a lot of things in this room that I could compensate with; like this large, purple dildo calling my name on the dresser.

Not wishing to release Sona's ass from the clutch of my left hand's fingers, I grabbed the dildo with my right. Its rubber was dry and just cleaned, but that was no problem for the dripping pussy awaiting its entrance. I pressed the head of the dildo against her southern lips, noticing how she began to fidget in anticipation. Her hands clenched into fists as I began to slowly push against her, letting the dildo slide all the way into her tight entrance before its fake balls came against her skin.

I sinfully chuckled as I pulled the dildo out before abruptly thrusting it back in, watching how her southern lips gripped the toy as it went deeper inside. A wide sneer came to my face, my mind high on the power elicited from having this bound bluette to myself and at my whim. I can tell that she was already loving this as much as I was. A woman with a body like hers was destined to be a slut. I let out a dominant chuckle as I released the skin of her rear from my left hand before raising it into the air. Swiftly, I brought it down, watching her recoil as my other hand beginning to pump the dildo more quickly into her plump pussy, my ears yearning to hear her pleas of pleasure.

It was terrible knowing that their desire would never be fulfilled…

Sona began writhing on top of Ahri's sullied bedsheets, her arms hands fidgeting within their binds as she desperately pushed back against the dildo's thrusts. My left hand crawled its way underneath her, stopping between her thighs before pressing two fingers against her most-sensitive bud. I began to rub it like I do my own, my eyes watching as the quivers her body gave became wilder, surprised to find that she was succumbing to my flawed methods…

I've never done this before to another woman, but I've been practicing a lot in my mind.

I noticed how desperately her body pushed back towards me, looking down to see the dildo coated in a sheen of her juices, a small dark blotch gathering onto the sheets beneath her. My chest began to heave from how tired I was becoming, not used to moving my numbing arms in such ways. I was panting almost as much as her, but I didn't even consider stopping, and I knew by the way that her southern lips clutched onto the purple rubber of this fake and fat, purple cock, neither did she.

With just her body, this slut had told me that she likes it rough, my arm turning into a blur as it drove the dildo in before pulling it out.

Over, and over again.

Until she finally came.

She began to shake even more than she already was, my hands stopping as I pulled the dildo out from her wet pussy, watching her body collapse onto the sheets. I glared at the back of her head, frustrated that I couldn't be slumped like her; exhausted by an intense climax…

I've already forgotten what it feels like. Perhaps I should have spent more time with my hands between my legs before I was cursed…

I reached forward and undid the rope, Sona turning around to face me before sitting up on the back of her heels. For some reason, I felt embarrassed. My eyes averted from her own as I remembered all the shameful things I just did to her. I could feel the weight of the bed sinking and rising, looking back at Sona to see her crawling towards me. Her hands reached below my breasts, and she began to prod at the strings of my uniform, biting her bottom lip with this licentious stare in her eyes as if she wished to test if my curse was lifted.

I took hold of her arm and glared at her. "My curse is already lifted," I muttered, knowing that my glare was tainted by a hint of lust.

I know the curse isn't lifted. My powers were still gone… but maybe, maybe, the tentacles are no more…

She let go of the strings of my uniform and nodded, but then she lowered herself and placed her hands on my thighs, attempting to push them apart.

…And I let her.

She laid down on her back before moving between my legs, her smile disappearing underneath my skirt before I felt her hands taking hold of my backside, bringing me down to so that I could sit upon her face…

And then I felt something wonderful.

"Oh…" I moaned, feeling my toes scrunch up behind me.

Her tongue slowly dragged from the bottom-up between my southern lips, coming to a halt at the top. She paused for a moment, letting me savour the pleasure, and then she slid her tongue back down.

And then back up.

And then back down.

Over, and over again…

"Oh…" I breathed, sinking my teeth into my bottom lips.

This… feels… amazing.

My hands rose to the bust of my uniform and I pulled it down, allowing my breasts to spill out before sinking my fingers into them. I closed my eyes, focusing on the slow laps Sona made beneath me, having this urge to grind my hips against her.

And so, I did.

And she noticed.

Her fingers slipped underneath my skirt, taking hold of the actual flesh of my backside instead of the fabric covering it. I felt the need to berate her, but I couldn't do so – not while her tongue was hammering against my bud, leaving my body quivering.

"Ah...!"

I could feel a tuft of air come against my wet nether regions as if she were letting out a proud chuckle, opening my eyes to see her legs squirming together. I shook my head with a chuckle, realizing that this bluette whose face I was using as a throne, wanted more.

But I'm afraid I can't give it to her. Not until she's done with me.

And she won't ever be done with me because I can't… cum…

"More…" I ordered.

I wanted to call her what she was – a slut – but I didn't want to risk anything. Not while she's doing me this incredible favour…

But she should be thrilled to be beneath me, basking in my essence.

An essence that I cannot produce…

"…Slut."

Something about that turned her on. She got quicker, faster. Everything was just better. I bent over her fidgeting body with ecstasy all over my face, placing my hands on her thighs for grips as I could hear her slobbering behind and beneath me, feasting upon my womanhood.

"Oh…!"

Her lips captured my bud between themselves, and she began to suck, the sensation causing my body to violently quiver as my knees tried to press together – something they couldn't do since there was a woman between them… I pushed myself back up, smothering her face with my ass, fidgeting my hips in an attempt to assert my dominance. Her hands let go of my rear and reached for my hips, her fingers sinking down into my thighs as she became more intense.

"Ah!" I cried out, curling my fingers and toes up as my eyes went shut.

I was overwhelmed by the bombardment of pleasure I was feeling between my legs, my teeth chattering together as I constantly groaned in pleasure. I didn't want this to end, and technically, it didn't have to. I could be here forever and ever, and ever; Sona constantly licking and sucking my pussy in futile attempts to make my cum.

…

But I told her that my cure was already lifted… she's expecting something, especially after so long…

I began to shudder as if I were cumming, and her response was to go harder. My wild shudders went from fake to real, and even though I wasn't cumming, my body moved as if I were. But despite the pleasure feeling so great, it was nothing to what I expected an orgasm to feel like – a sensation I've forgotten. But I had to pretend that I knew. I shook my way off from her face as if I couldn't handle it anymore, dropping beside her on the bed, my head by her feet, and her feet by my head.

I looked over at her to see her mouth and chin coated in my excitement, her tongue running across her lips as she gave me this shy smile.

That look on her face… is a look I want to see forever.

"I never knew you were such a slut…" I muttered, a scornful look on my face.

I can't let her know that I enjoyed this… Despite everything that I just did saying otherwise…

I'm afraid this 'favour' turned went from helping a coworker in need, to just savage sex… And I can't help but think that Sona must've done many 'favours' like this for her mouth to be so skilled.

I'm willing to let her hone that skill…

"Thanks." I breathed.

…

Once we gathered our breaths, I couldn't help but feel our mutual embarrassment as we got dressed and continued with our job. We exchanged the bedsheets for new ones before cleaning up the rest of the room, parting ways afterwards before I went on with the rest of my day, struggling with my intense arousal as my inner thighs seemed to be constantly coated with my excitement. Thankfully, there weren't any more tentacle attacks, leading me to believe that the creature was finally satiated and that LeBlanc was right.

As it neared curfew, I went to go shower, relieved to find it completely empty. I stepped inside and turned the knob to what I liked, the warm water embracing my disgusting skin before something else embraced me…

Something cold.

Something slimy.

Something that proved that LeBlanc was an idiot…!

I felt the weight of the creature clinging to my back, looking down to see its purple tendrils pouring out past my waist. They wrapped around my breasts, squeezing into them before their thin ends pulled on my nipples. The others coiled around the rest of my body, causing me to lose my balance and fall onto my knees – and as I hit the floor, another drove itself into my womanhood, starting right away with hard, quick thrusts…

"Oh!"

I placed two hands against the wall in front of me, enduring the ruthless tempo which the tentacles moved at. My moans echoed in the shower, and I prayed that no one was walking by because I was definitely loud enough to be heard from the halls. I closed my eyes and tried my best to keep myself together, and to remain silent, moving my hips against impassioned thrusts as I couldn't help but enjoy myself…

Syndra… what's wrong with you?!

…

An angry, gravely groan rumbled in my throat as I hit my fists against the walls, feeling the tentacles begin to slow. They removed themselves from my body and rescinded back behind me, their weight disappearing, leaving me frustrated, panting, and with even more desire to cum…

To Be Continued.