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With terrified, hurried movements, Luna and the Bloom Mothers scrambled to obey. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their wide eyes reflecting the sinister red light, bodies quaking slightly.
Lyssandra savored their fear-laced devotion for a moment before snapping her fingers.
The very room seemed to lurch in response. From the floor beside each woman, tentacles exploded upwards, impossibly fast and strong.
Thick cords coiled around wrists and ankles like living shackles. They yanked upwards with brutal strength, dragging their prisoners upright into the air.
From the seething mass of the floor below, shapes pushed upwards, bulky, muscular forms emerging like demons birthed from a living pit. They flowed, solidified, reshaping themselves into massive thrones of living meat and gristle.
The tentacles hauled the women down onto these organic chairs, pressing them deep into the yielding, wet flesh. The thrones pulsed and shifted beneath them, cradling their bodies with intimacy.
With another sharp snap of Lyssandra's fingers, the thrones reacted violently.
Where each woman's crotch pressed against the seat, a bulge formed and swelled rapidly. The flesh stretched, strained… then broke open.
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Naya stared in horror at the monstrosity nestled against her own body.
"M-Mistress? I… I don't want some… some dirty thing inside me! Only you!" She whined, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she looked up imploringly.
Lyssandra stepped close, her movements liquid grace as she placed a comforting hand on Naya's cheek. "Fear not" she murmured, her voice a soft purr. Her eyes gleamed with amusement.
She gently stroked Naya's trembling lower lip with her thumb. "These are mine, Naya. Each and every one." #######
"They are grown directly from my flesh. Pure extensions of me." She leaned down, her breath hot against Naya's ear. "Think of them as… personal training devices."
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"Let the party begin!" Lyssandra roared, throwing her arms high like a maestro demanding a crescendo.
The massive flesh thrones surged upwards. Tentacles coiled tighter around wrists, ankles, throats, lifting the helpless women impossibly high.
They paused for a heartbeat.
Then slammed downwards with brutal, simultaneous force.
CRASH.
A chorus of agony filled the air. Yelps became screams, became inarticulate howls of pain and ecstasy.
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"This…" Lyssandra gasped, staggering slightly, drunk on the sheer, pervasive pleasure and power. "…is awesome!!!"
Lyssandra took a deep, shuddering breath, the air simmered with heat and anticipation. Her chest heaved. With a focused grimace, she clenched her fists, reaching out through her connection to the fleshy thrones once more.
"Alright… again," she murmured. "Let's see… six… simultaneously."
No hesitation. Her mind surged outwards like lightning, plunging instantly into the receptacles within each of her captive harem members.
The effect was instantaneous, cataclysmic.
Information overload. Her brain screamed. Six separate streams of unbelievable sensation slammed into her consciousness.
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It was too much. Too immense. Too raw.
"GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Lyssandra's scream was ripped from her soul. Her eyes flew wide, utterly blank, sightless with shock.
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The sheer volume was absurd. It formed sticky, shimmering puddles, coating her skin, her hair, running in thick rivulets. Her hips jerked spasmodically as she came and came and came.
"MASTER!"
"MISTRESS!"