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Tessara - Page 5
🕑 Added 2024-03-10 14:59:59 +0000 UTCPanic renewed my struggle against the captor sitting above me, but it was in vain. Cynthia twisted my hand further to discourage any movement. As “Eva” came closer, the “perfume” I scented previously came rolling back in full, a smothering blanket to silence my screaming mind.
Eva’s gait became unnaturally smooth as she glided towards me, her dress opening up to reveal smooth legs, rapidly turning red and splitting up into various tentacles. She placed a dainty foot on my head, which promptly melted into red tentacles, wriggling around my face, worming their way into my mouth.
The tentacle was slick with red fluid, the source of of the sweet-smelling perfume. The moment it touched my lips, I knew there was no going back. A calming sensation swept throughout my body, relaxing every muscle that was tensed to the max. As my jaw unclenched, the tentacle pushed in uninterrupted down my throat, spreading even more of the numbing liquid inside.
Sensing my body going slump, Cynthia released her hold over me and moved back, letting Eva “walk” over my prone, incapacitated self. The mass of tentacles massaged my back as they spread themselves, generously lathering every surface with the red mucus. Only my eyes remained under my control, forced to witness this creature above me.
On top, Eva has molded into a strangely angelic figure, a pure white hood partially hiding her blood-red, featureless face. Her slim arms were also entirely cloaked in white, down to her fingertips. A white form-fitting dress clung tightly around her, a large window in front exposing her red, latex-like flesh, with a yellow star etched in the middle of her sternum.
Below her waist, what looked like large teeth at first jutted out from her thighs, but then reformed into a more wing-like pattern. The white dress ended like a long, pencil skirt, only with a mass of tentacles where the legs should be.
Eva appeared composed, her hands clasped in the form of prayer, a saint praying for salvation of those beneath her. Her tentacles, however, betrayed her excitement, a shuddering mass eager to spread themselves into me.
Artist's Note:
We're back at last! Thanks for your patience and understanding.
