(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/112/159/large/frederik-schoning-tentaclezeug11.jpg?1496143877)<br/><strong>Victoria Von Raven<br/>Senval, prison<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/><br/>"Glad to hear you're being reasonable luv. In the end, we do what we do for the pay or the power.. for example, the ability of Lust is to find whatever you desire." She chuckled. "Well, each ability comes with certain side-effects too, can you guess mine?" She added, her smile curling up a litlte more raunchily now.<br/><br/>"I have a suspicious for the general location we are going after." Lust noted. "And I can trail -anything-, but the details are hazey, even to me.. which should be beyond mortal magic. Anyway, we should start trailing them...<br/>soon." She purred. "I mean, tending towards a lighter touch is not entirely correct." Lust winked, smirking ever so slightly, whilest seeming to focus, the .. feeling of the wet, heavy air subsiding at least a little bit.. although the writhing tendrils didn't disappear, for now, to the contrary, they writhed lustfully, seeming to get more intense wherever Victoria looked.. and currently, she was taking in Taris new fiendish, exposed body.<br/><br/>"I know that you are under some sort of demonic influence, even if I can only guess at the details, luv. I may not be as bright as my sister, but I figured showing you my power would help hmn.. give you another incentive not to turn on me all too early." Lust cooed, with the sound of wetness dripping off of flesh in her voice and writhing around her "Perhaps what I'm doing to you right now is just harmless fun.. perhaps it is.. insurance." She nodded, a more.. bulbous tentacle rubbing past and along Taris slit now, warm and moist, before slipping deep into her, letting her feel it's bulbous mass push into her with slow, deliberate motions that began speeding up swiftly.<br/><br/>"That influence on you could propably be kept at bay using some holy symbols, but it might be too little too late for that.. so relax, have a little encouragement.. and don't worry, my ability is almost all in your head, luv." lust winked, cooing and.. then bending her head back and moaning, as that tendril pushed deeper into Taris, tongue-tentacles beginning to suckle on her taut nipples and writhing tendrils and tendrilites from the ground slithering up along her legs spreading their sticky moisture and debased, lustfully pulsing feeling. All of this writhing was accompanied by Victoria moaning out loudly.. it was almost as if this fleshy realm was a connection to her very self, before, finally, she panted out, a rush of warmth filling Taris, spreading over her skin, moist and sticky.. only to slowly, ever so slowly fade away, half like an illusion indeed, half being almost pulled back into Lust as she relaxed, back on the bed, the writhing mass slowly being replaced by.. or turning back into the cold, dull truth of the prison walls and, in time, ground as well, although Taris still felt a warm stickyness within her...<br/><br/>"Hamnn.. nice knowing you inside and out.. Anyway. Let's gather your things and move out?" Victoria, back to her old apperance mused, standing up and adjusting her clothes ever so slightly, extending a hand.<br/>"On a good, if short-lived partnership. Let's show 'em whatfor an' all." She nodded, as if tentacle-molesting someone she'd met mere minutes ago was just a normal thing to do, well,.. perhaps it was for her.