Having pulled their newest slave to her, the shadows began to writhe and twist once more. Kara having pleasured her had begun to restore her, begun to bring her powers back to where they should be. With the taste of Kara's sweet juices still upon her lips and fingers, she bit down upon her neck once more in a flash of teeth. With her saliva pumping through her neck once more, the pain and pleasure made her lose her mind for a moment. When she could feel once more, she hung from something flexible, and yet far more solid than steel. Tendrils of shadow held her in place, binding her in the shape of an X, a Saint Andrews Cross of pure darkness. A pool of darkness swirled below her, tendrils and tentacles rising from it. As she returned to conscious thought, Kirith's voice came through the darkness to her, "Good little slave, you did your job well.... but let me show you true pleasure, what a thousand years of practice can do to you." The tentacles rose, showing ridges, and lumps, tiny spikes, and other less recognizable portions. Stroking all over her, a tendril fastened itself upon each nipple, twisting, rubbing, and twirling, stimulating in ways nothing else could. As pleasure rose in ways a mortal mind cannot fathom, can never even think of, two more began to writhe their way from the pool, thinnest parts stroking at her crotch, one wrapping about her clitoris to treat it the same way as her nipples, and the other beginning to insert itself within her, twisting and rubbing and vibrating as it moved deeper, suddenly thrusting within her to reach its depth, straining to move within her womb, every motion, every touch draining her energy, her soul. As she opened her mouth, to gasp or shriek, another thrust into her mouth, snaking down her throat, vibrating upon her voicebox, and silencing any noise she might have made, as another began to work away at the only hole that had been so far left undespoiled. A single tendril, a thread, getting thicker by a threads width with every second began to tease at her anus, moving, and tickling, teasing and vibrating as the thickness began to rise, soon the width of a finger, then a stick, steadily growing as she was worked upon, Kirith shuddering with shared pleasure of an empathic link, and the pleasure and energy she drew from her victim by force.