Arms of the Ocean Ch. 11

Not one to give up, Vyla folded over to a position where she could easily bring her tongue to her nipples. She licked one into her mouth and began teasing the tender, pink flesh. Meanwhile she stretched her folds and drove her entire hand deep inside.

"You're only going to tire yourself out..." Malicious warned. She then held up another vial, this one filled with violet. "You're at my mercy until I give you this."

Vyla's focus snapped to the prize in her tormentor's grasp. The hand stroking her clit managed to tear away and claw towards Malicious on the other side of the sound cocoon.

"Uh uh," said the Ralta as she slid away. "It's no fun if I haven't a head start."

Malicious moved to the other side of the room, far from her prisoner as possible, then waved her fingers and whispered something.

Distracted, Vyla only just noticed that the barrier of sound had faded. The air no longer seemed muffled and stuffy but she didn't rejoice such a trivial sensation at the present. Her fingers had just sent the finish line scampering further ahead and the pyre in her nethers was reaching unfathomable levels. She wanted to cum more than she wanted to live and she knew exactly how to do so.

Both hands and tongue still working away, Vyla shuffled off her table, barely noticing that the cage containing her vitals had been opened. She stepped onto the cool floor and staggered towards Malicious.

"That's it, can you fight the urge better than the rest?" The Ralta's lips curled into a twisted smile beneath her black hood.

"Give... me," Vyla huffed. She knew that her strides were a joke. She couldn't resist the urge, even as she walked, to remain hunched over with her breasts cupped towards her mouth and her hands sending juices splattering to the floor.

Malicious held the vial high but stepped lightly out of the way when Vyla came too close. She walked to the opposite wall and leaned against it, arms folded. "You'll need to be quicker. If you want your prize, take it."

Buried beneath the sweltering blaze of ecstasy denied, Vyla still knew what needed to be done. She had to stop teasing her nipples, caressing her folds. No more nibbling and licking titflesh, no time for finger-fucking herself. Only then could she hope to catch this prey, slow it may be. But such things are easier said than done.

Step by step, Vyla told herself as the threshold neared again. She began by moving her arms to the side so that they no longer cupped her breasts in reach of her mouth. But, as the mounds of flesh fell back down to their resting place, her tongue extended to follow on a whim of its own.

No, Vyla hissed. Then she sighed and her knees buckled. Maybe a few seconds more.

Vyla's mind began to wander and she wondered how much easier this might be if she had someone with her. Ronav would be best. He could pick her up and fuck her with abandon while he carried her around the room. Her thighs slickened further at the thought of his cock driving into her this very second. Oh Queen how she wanted that. Why had she been such a fool and not tasted him again?

Focus. Her eyes opened to spy Malicious waiting against the far wall. Vyla dragged her tongue away from her breasts, a more challenging feat she could hardly imagine. Now the hands. Not once, during all this, had they stopped their finger and stroking barrage. The one at her clit was easiest, she pulled the entire arm back into her body. Next, the hand inside her pussy that continued to finger and fist as deep as she allowed. Vyla tried to pull it out but even that set her off and she almost collapsed.

If that's how it's to be... Without stopping to think, teeth sprouted from the lips of her pussy and, in a single motion, bit clean through her hand before pulverizing the flesh in case it somehow kept going. Then Vyla tore her wrist away before a new hand could sprout of its own accord. Even as she did this she struggled to stay above the oceanic desire to sink to the ground and indulge herself.

"Progress... Now come take from me your prize," said Malicious.

Vyla lifted her arms and clamped her teeth together as she concentrated on forming blades of bone. Whether or not she would be able to wield them properly, in this state, was another matter. But she had killed Shaslings before, why should this wretch be special. Yet another woman, in a line of hundreds, to think herself better than Vyla.

"Stay... there," she tried to snarl. The boiling urge, that dwelled in her pussy and sent out rippling pulses of liquid desire, took the edge from her words.

Malicious stepped lightly to one side as a blade came slashing, slowly, through the air where once she had stood. "Something distracting you?" she asked, her voice full of a mocking innocence. "Let me help." The Ralta brought her left hand down between Vyla's legs and stroked a single finger up the length of her pussy.

"Ooh," Vyla moaned. Her legs gave out immediately. Bringing oneself to release was a nice way to pass the time but having someone else do the work made it that much sweeter. Not to mention the unpredictability.

Vyla rolled onto her back and reflexively ground her hips into the Ralta's hand as she practically melted into a quivering puddle of pleasure.

Malicious sighed as she drove her fingers deep. Her other hand joined the fray and began stroking the nub of Vyla's clit. "All you Sirens are the same. You come in here as a tower of fury and think yourselves the unchallenged pinnacle of life. Yet as soon as I have you as I have you now, all that melts away. You're butter in a child's hands."

Vyla could only gurgle in response. Even Malicious' skilled fingers failed to bring her the earthshaking orgasm she felt on the horizon; the goals were about to move again.

"I could let you come," said Malicious as though she were discussing something as simple as the weather. "I could. But then you wouldn't be so receptive to my other tests. Would you like to try my other tests?"

"G—g..." Vyla mumbled.

"Let me rephrase. Would you like me to conjure an army of magical appendages to fuck the sense out of you. Further out of you, rather."

"Ya— yeee."

"So I thought." Malicious stepped back, inciting a whimper as her finger withdrew. "Barovi gola jao," commanded the Ralta. Her hands went through several, intricate movements as she uttered her spellwords. Three torrents of sound emerged from her mouth and began swirling in the air. Malicious walked around Vyla, who had begun fingering herself again, despite her best efforts, and touched three spots on the floor. A pulsing spell-ribbon flowed towards each location where they planted themselves upon the stone.

"Zanas barovi kaya." With a wave of Malicious' hand, two of the ribbons of sound wrapped around Vyla's wrists and ankles while the other positioned itself between her parting legs. Had she been less distracted, Vyla might have noticed the next change sooner. But the ribbons pulled her hands from her pussy and she whined with such heated frustration that she didn't feel the magic knit itself into an unnaturally-soft flesh.

Only when the ribbon between her legs touched her nether lips did Vyla look down and see a coiling appendage whose head bore a striking similarity to a cock. "Ah," Vyla moaned in anticipation. Her salvation at last. She wanted to reach for the blessed thing but, so painfully aroused, her shapeshifting had become too difficult.

"Do you want it?" Malicious asked as the magic tentacles pulled Vyla's legs wider still.

"Mm." She nodded. The floor beneath her felt soaked from the steady stream of her juices.

"You don't seem to. I hear no begging..."

The cock withdrew and the ones around Vyla's legs relaxed. At this stage, any touch, any movement on her body sent shivers jittering along her back. "Please, pleeease, put it in!"

"You call that begging? I thought Sirens were supposed to be experts in the field of sex. Or have you yourself been less successful."

That slight should have bothered Vyla. It should have but she couldn't find the energy for anger. Not when all she wanted was to cum. "F—f—fuck me now. Oh, kas sa ti ey. I beg you, fuck me till the world grows cold."

"That's better."

Vyla groaned as the cock-tipped tentacles tightened again around her legs. She felt something prop her up but thought little of it as the thick, coiling member moved in on her. "Ah," she yelped in pleasure when the tip touched her slit. An explosion of the senses flickered behind her eyes. Not an orgasm, not yet, but she knew the cock would bring here there.

"P—put it in," Vyla huffed. She could feel the tentacle dragging itself up and down her lips, stumbling over her engorged clit, but never pressing inside. Why wouldn't it invade her, fill her, fuck her?

"I've noticed that, in this state, your kind lose control of many of their senses. That is what allows me to do this."

A crack of skin against skin momentarily echoed over the slick sounds of Vyla's sex and her moans of pleasure. She gasped and her body spasmed as the palm of Malicious' hand struck her across the cheek. It had hurt, but only a little. Mostly the blow complimented the concoction she had been given. It excited Vyla and drove her to new heights.

The rise of being struck only lasted a moment before her attention returned to the burning desire between her legs. The cock had begun to prod her folds. Every touch made Vyla shudder in the hope that this might be the one where it intrudes at last.

"You must have travelled far to be here," said Malicious, her tone jovial and joking. "Are you hungry?"

Had Vyla the faculties to reply, she wouldn't have gotten a word in. Another tentacle snaked up from the floor, coiled beneath her head to add support, then twisted around to her mouth. She watched as it touched her lips, this near-perfect replica of a Sye's blessed tool, before slowly pushing inside. She almost held her jaws closed but somehow her lips tingled with the sensation of her mouth being filled.

"Mmm," Vyla moaned.

The cock trembled with approval as she sucked upon it.

"Very good," said Malicious. One hand had wandered to the triangle of fabric that held her womanhood from sight. She gave the spot a single stroke, and licked her lips, before tearing away.

Another set of tentacles wound their way up Vyla's sides. They slid along her body and each wrapped around a breast. The tips of these appendages didn't match the rest. They were more pointed, like a true tentacle rather than some sort of penis-hybrid. Once they each arrived at a swollen nipple atop Vyla's mounds of flesh, they too began to push inside and again she found herself unwilling to deny them.

With the new trio in place, they began to move. A slow, steady motion like waves upon a shore. Vyla could feel the tentacle in her mouth as it pushed nearer and nearer to her throat before pulling back again, only to go deeper on the next journey. The ones in her breasts pushed into tighter territory that she felt no need to loosen. Her eyes rolled back by the constant strokes of these magical lovers.

"Gah! Yes!" Vyla cried. The cock between her legs had finally entered. It rubbed against the nerves and sent coils of bliss towards her brain.

"Silence," Malicious hissed.

Another slap echoed over the orgy, this one on Vyla's left breast. They jiggled into one another and, for a moment, the tentacles lost their tempo. But the delicious assault resumed swiftly enough and her senses dulled again to anything but her distant orgasm. She could see it, in a metaphorical sense, like a wave on the horizon. A bold, pink wave that promised glorious release. Why did it have to be so far? Were it not for Malicious' brew, she would have come half a dozen times by now. So Vyla resolved to ignore all else lest the wave somehow slip away again.

Slip away it did.

"Noo!" Vyla cried as she felt the distance grow. No less scorching in her pussy yet so much further. The second the cock between her legs had pushed to her absolute depth, the orgasm had flitted away.

"The potion still flows through you," said Malicious. She held the second vial high, dangling above her captors body. "You still need this, remember?"

"G—g—g—," were Vyla's only sounds.

"G—g—give it to you? No, take it. See if you can pull yourself from that mess."

Had Vyla wanted to, which she wasn't sure she did, she knew that her body would never allow her to pull free of the soaking ruin she had succumb to. Her legs felt limp and clumsy, so too did her arms.

"Would you tell me every secret of the sea were I to promise you release?" Malicious asked.

The cock that pumped into Vyla's mouth withdrew for her to speak. "Nya... nya," she grunted as she choked back the urge to give in. Few secrets she knew but never would she surrender them to a Shasling, no matter the torture.

"Really?" Malicious tilted her head to one side then snapped her fingers.

The mouth tentacle replaced itself and the rest hastened their penetration. The Ralta uttered something under her breath and Vyla gasped as the cock between her legs split in two. Both grew to their original size and began an alternating barrage of thrusts, stretching her pussy to its limits. She might have changed the shape of her tunnel had it not been so incredible to be this filled.

"And now?" Malicious asked.

Another heave of denial escaped Vyla's throat, humming around the cock that had chosen to remain this time. Her slitted, near-delirious eyes caught a slight shiver from the Ralta. Could she feel what the magic was doing? Curious, Vyla pulled up her tongue and licked its tip over the head of the tentacle in her mouth.

"Mm, stubborn girl. But many of your kind have made it further and just as many have promised more than what I ask."

Another spellword caused ribs to grow along the cocks that ploughed Vyla's breasts. Every ripple, every flex, rolled from her chest as her nipples were forcibly undulated.

"Any changes of heart?"

Vyla hissed, not out of fury or hatred but out of fear that any words she meant to say would spill as 'yes' instead. Even though her brain fought tooth and nail to defy this woman, her body had succumb ages ago. It spoke with a voice of its own.

Give in.

You want this more than I do.

Queen knew she did.

"Yes!" Vyla shrieked. The tentacles ceased to let her talk. Now that the dam had opened, the river flowed out. "Please let me come. Gods, goddesses, queen above all, let me come and take any and all I know and fuck me all you wish. All you want is yours," Vyla babbled.

A smile spread across Malicious' lips. "You forgot the magic word. Maestra."

Vyla gulped. The Siren word for 'master', one of few that were unusually close to their Shasling counterparts. "M—Maestra," she said, her voice trembling.

"As the slave desires."

She didn't notice the first drops. Her mind had other things vying for attention. Nor did Vyla feel the brew as it spread through her body, absorbed by every inch of flesh. She only noticed the effects.

Since first being subjected to Malicious' alchemical creations, a wave had been building on the cusp of Vyla's senses, always out of reach. That wave had grown mountainous in height. But now it came crashing down.

The orgasm surged up from Vyla's pussy and her voice rose in an ecstatic cry to match. She thrashed as much as the still-thrusting tentacles would allow, her mouth, breasts and nether-lips aching in the sweetest of ways.

"Aaaaah!" She wailed, eyes clamped shut while her fingers and toes flexed in directions that would break them were she any other creature. Colors, that she would never normally display, pulsed from feet to forehead to match every throb, beat and roil that the cocks produced. Such was the high that she hardly noticed as each member jetted some magical load into her openings. Gush after gush, the tentacles ejected, as if matching their lover's orgasm.

Vyla had no way of telling how long she had come. Her entire body had become soaked with sweat, and other juices, from the process. Her senses returned at a slow and gradual pace, steady as the tentacles that continued their welcome plowing of her body.

"Good..." Malicious sighed. She had sunk to the floor at some stage and a substantial wet spot showed on the fabric that 'covered' her womanhood. "Worth the wait?"

Vyla moaned. Speech still seemed distant and difficult.

"So I thought," said Malicious as she rose. She went to her table and some glassy clinks sounded before she turned around, a new vial in hand. "But we are far from finished."

All Vyla could manage was another moan. No matter how good it may be, sex should never be confined to one climax.

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"Aha! I think I've got it!" Ronav shouted in triumph. It felt like several hours had passed since he first began working the knife through one of his bindings. He flexed his wrist and pulled forwards, producing an audible groan of leather.

"Hurry up then," said Nimtith.

Zeerae merely watched on with curiosity as she sat against the back of her cage.

"My arm's nearly numb." Ronav pulled on regardless and the strap cried in stress. A few seconds passed before a loud snap rang throughout the dungeon. Exhausted from the process, Ronav couldn't keep his arm from swinging through the air, as the leather broke, and slapping himself between the legs. "Gah!" he cried. With one hand free he could double-over partway.

"Ahaha," Zeerae snorted with laughter. "Oh, seeing that almost made this all worthwhile..."

"Funny." Ronav cupped his groin as though doing so would drive off the sharp, throbbing pain that he had inflicted.

"Come on, you've still got your other hand to free. And your legs as well," said Nimtith.

"I am doing all the work, you know..." Ronav muttered. Regardless, he reached overhead and soon located the second strap and its buckle.

"Hey, it's not like I'm not grateful but we're still in peril here," Nimith replied.

"I wouldn't be so sure," said Zeerae. "Something tells me that our hostess doesn't mean to harm us. Not physically, at least, in spite of what her experiments may be."

Ronav silently agreed with the Siren. That same reasoning, along with the menial work in escaping, had served to keep him calm once Malicious' sleep spell had worn off in its entirety. Nimtith, on the other hand, had had no qualms about voicing his troubles whenever they boiled over. Yet Yis had been oddly quiet.

"How's Yis doing?" Ronav asked. Her sleep spell should have waned too. Maybe her silence stemmed from nobody to listen. Nobody that she liked, at least.

"She's sleeping again," Zeerae answered.

"Sleeping?" Ronav twisted to see but the forehead strap held him tight. "How could she be sleeping?"

Zeerae shrugged. "Her eyes are closed."

"That may not be sleep," said Nimtith. His tone suggested that he had only now put his fears aside to check on his fellow Chayli.

"Yis?!" Ronav shouted. He tore his right hand free at last and they both flew to start on the binding around his head. With all his digits available he made short work of the straps that remained.

Having been still for so long, the sudden movement of stumbling onto the stone floor made Ronav's muscles seize and he fell to his knees. Tendons stung and bones ached from the agonizing position that he had been trapped in. But there was no time to put his body's cries to rest. Ronav groaned to his feet and staggered towards the wall-panel that held Yis.

"She's not sleeping," said Ronav once he reached her. The girl's scrunched features and tense body made that blindingly clear. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle shake. "Hoy Yis, are you okay?"