In the darkness there was nothing but the touch of the tentacles and the sound, and feel, of each other.  There was no sensation of movement, no sudden drop or protest of the ear, but the trio began to feel themselves almost engulfed in tentacles.  They were all around them.  A writhing mass then rubbed, touched, and undulated against them.  They were a pressure, squeezing them, confining them.  They were oppressive.  The hair was hot and humid, each breath laboured and difficult.<br/><br/>Alicia felt the tentacle speed up, it began to fuck her with impressive vigor, each thrust rocking her body forward and back into Lydia's sex.  The other still teased her clit, but still no entry, no violation.<br/><br/>Lydia felt a tentacle press between her and Belgana, felt it push against her lips and slide into her mouth.  It pushed towards her throat, then stopped as it seemed to expand.  It spread her jaw wide as it held itself steady inside of her.  The voice once again returned.  "Do not beg to the slut goddess, she holds no sway here.  Beg me, offer me.  Or, she is there, use her."<br/><br/>Belgana felt the two inside of her suddenly stop, buried deep within her, then erupt.  It was a pressure, a weight, as they shot their strange, foul, loads inside of her.  They slid out, letting some leak out, then began to piston once more.  Beneath her, Alicia felt fluids dripping on her hair and face.