The dim light that had allowed the group to see suddenly fell into utter darkness that even darkvision failed to penetrate.  The three found themselves floating in darkness, the sound of each other's violation coming as if through a blanket, though the touch of the tentacles was still as strong as ever.<br/><br/><strong>Lydia</strong>and<strong>Belgana</strong>could still feel the other pressed against them, the touch of skin on skin, but even so close they couldn't see anything of each other.  The tentacles pistoned in and out of the pair, again and again, using and violating their bodies for their own strange enjoyment.  Then, all at once, the two inside of Lydia pulled out as the voice in her head returned.<br/><br/>"Beg Slave of Calistria, beg for release, beg to be used."  The voice all but hissed, a strange echoing noise as if the sound was bouncing around inside of her skull.  She was still pressed against Belgana, still had tentacles coiled around her limbs and head, but as she had approached her climax the others had abandoned her.<br/><br/>Belgana could feel a shift in her companion, but even as she did she felt a sudden prickling sensation in her nipples where the two tentacles continued to suck and tease.  It was like a rough surface, or countless tiny needles.  Regardless, it began to build into a dull ache that radiated through her torso and down towards her sex rhythmically.  It began to take shape as a need, a desire, though for what was hard to say.  The tentacles inside of her offered no satisfaction.  She began to feel a constriction in her breasts, as if the tentacles were tightening, or they were growing.<br/><br/>The pair suddenly found themselves swung around, though only the protest of their inner-ears and the sudden shift in gravity told them so.  They found themselves held horizontally, Lydia on the bottom facing up, Belgana on top facing down.  The tentacles holding Belgana loosened ever so slightly to cause her to rest much of her weight on the slim elf below.<br/><br/><strong>Alicia</strong>could almost sense the frustration of the temptor, and as if in punishment, the tentacle rubbing against her sex suddenly seemed to latch on to the small nub of her clit.  She felt a suction, a faint teasing, but still it didn't penetrate her.  She felt a faint pressure against the tight ring of her ass then, slowly, the bulbous head that had been teasing her began to press into her.  It moved slowly, lubricated by fluids it released, burying itself as deeply as it could inside of her.  It sat there, inside of her, and held steady for a moment.  Then it began to slide out just as slowly as it had entered.  It began to fuck her slowly, almost gently, only speeding up if her body reacted.  The tentacles around her breasts continued to squeeze until her breasts began to throb and ache.<br/><br/>She suddenly found herself jerked through the air and, in a moment, she discovered why.  She could smell the creature's fluids, salty and of the sea, and... something else.  She could hear the sounds of violation so close, but still not see them in the darkness.  Then, suddenly, she felt her face pressed against what could only be the wet and abused sex of one of the other women.  Around her head, brushing against her head, she could feel two tentacles still going to work on her third companion.<br/><br/><strong>Lydia</strong>suddenly felt a face pressed against her sex.  The tentacles had left her, but the beast didn't seem done with her yet.