Little Shrieking Songbird

-Little Shrieking Songbird-
by Dark Mrowlidash

AN: Just a little something that popped into my imagination after running through NWN2: Mask of the Betrayer with one of my newfound favorite PCs, an evil water genasi shaman/fighter with a greatsword that casts OnHit: Evard's Black Tentacles.. called of course, the Black Tentacle. I'd always imagined her having a heavy attraction toward Kaelyn.. though I never imagined it playing out any way other than.. well, you'll see.

Enjoy!

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I tried to stare her down, turn her away from me.. even as it seemed the desperation in my eyes was drawing her nearer. I could never actually read the emotions of the genasi woman, they were hidden, somewhere in the depths of the pure black, highly reflective pools she had for eyes. Her gaze was.. frightening, to admit it. Especially as she got closer with each thought that ran panicking through my mind.

A wall jutted into my back, and I spread my wings out against it.. I was running out of places to flee from her..

The tall, thin water genasi flowed as she moved, and her pale white skin was.. eerie as the shadow plane's atmosphere played across it. I stopped to notice my chest heaving, and also, notice how pale my skin had become.. In that instant, I felt a cold, wet air blowing against me.. part of her aura.. I shivered, drawing my arm against my exposed breasts.. She had long since torn all my clothing to shreds.. as she pursued me through the shadows of Mulsantir.

"Little bird..." came the dark words from the thin, white lips.. the black eyes were upon me, I could feel them. I didn't want to look at her, but I.. I did.

"Why are you doing this?" was the only thing I could say.. though I knew that there was no justifiable reason.

"I want you to sing for me," she whispered, her voice hushed and lusting.. "..hear your lovely song, as I have my way with you.. sing my praises as I enjoy your body."

"You filthy, disgusting monster," I spat, feeling anger rise in my blood, "..how dare you... I won't allow you to touch me!"

"...Kaelyn.." she hissed as she leaned in, and immediately I slid along the wall, launching into another dash, regardless of how tired my body was, taking off down the streets of the quiet, death-like city.. my wings the only thing keeping me ahead of her, and their beating was becoming more tiresome each moment.

My magic had failed me in our previous battle.. somehow, no matter what I threw at her, she kept coming at me.. When we fought, I felt as if I were fighting her, and something much, much more. I didn't know if it was the dark spirits she guided as a shaman.. or the dark spirit she'd crafted for herself.. it was quite possibly both.

After my magic was extinguished, and my weapon disarmed, and lost.. she'd attacked savagely, with an ability I'd seen her use in battle, many times. I was a fool to not realize how dangerous it was! ..A fool not to realize her plans in advance..

I glanced backward to see the foul greatsword in her hands, the weapon that she channeled her evil powers through.. that was a mistake, because in that instant, my gaze became caught up in it.. and my feet fumbled with their grip on the ground. The rocks I'd hit were sharp and sudden, I collided with the ground with little warning, and no comfort.

Groaning, I lifted my head, bits of stone embedded in my cheek.. I tried to get my feet underneath me, but it was useless. I could do little movement before she'd reached me, and the outward curving point of the black blade was at my neck, gleaming.. somehow.

"Must you struggle? I tire of chasing you back to your cage.. I want to see your performance, and I have waited long enough," her eyes were fixed on mine, and just then, I'd given up on escaping. I gathered my body inward, pulling in my knees, crossing my arms. It looked.. childish, but I would do anything to keep her from me.. from...

"Don't do this.. please, don't touch me!" I cried out, holding back tears. I was strong, I was a half-celestial for the heavens' sake! I fought against evil, smote it! This fiend had to meet justice.. this couldn't happen! Not to me.. I couldn't, wouldn't let it!

"You're afraid.. it's so.. beautiful. You didn't ever believe I would do this, that anyone would do this.. Such a gentle, loving angel, being assaulted, in this way? No.. never.. But now.. now never has come for you.. and your fear is tangible in the air. I can.. taste it," she smiled, her teeth gleaming as brightly as her eyes, as she advanced her sword, placing the sharp edge so close, I could feel it humming, vibrating.. there was an evil power within it, and it was hungry to feed.. much like its wielder.

As if knowing where my thoughts led, the genasi withdrew the sword, and without warning, raised the blade.. my eyes were transfixed on it, I knew what was coming.. the large blade was oddly shaped.. ending not in a point, but splitting at the end, two long, curving sections pointing upward and out.. its significance was not lost on anyone who had encountered the weapon in battle. I winced as she drove it into the ground.. and at the rumbling that occurred underneath me.. before squeezing my eyes shut. I didn't want to see it happen...

"Look upon the beauty of my powers, little bird.. this is a command, from your master!"

I did nothing, but then cold, wet fingers had seized my face, and the sharp nails at their ends threatened my skin. Reflexes made my eyes fly open, and then, I went rigid..

The ground had been pierced all around me, by long, black tentacles. I couldn't begin to count them all.. as they waved about in the air.. undulating, pulsing.. hungering. They looked ready to strike, held back only by the will of my captor. They had already taken and destroyed my armor.. now, they wished for something more. It pained me to think of it.. and because of that, the dawning realization I was having, wracked my mind, body, and bit deep into my soul.

I watched the evil woman looming before me, her smile curved and wicked, shadows licking at her skin.. "Now is the time, my songbird.. I want you to sing, all for me.. and if I am pleased with it, I will reward you with a gift."

My eyes went wide, as she made a quick gesture, that must have released her control on the tentacles, whatever was keeping them from lunging at me--as they promptly lunged at me.. in battle, they would have bludgeoned me, torn me apart.. but instead, I was grabbed roughly and held.

Two of the black aberrations wrapped around my wrists, another two, my ankles. Quite a few slithered over my wings, holding them down..

"Ah, returned to your cage. A perfect place for you to entertain me.. Let's get you warmed up, why don't we..?"

The tentacles that had me in their grip pressed down, all at once, I could feel the cold stone all along my back. Then another one, not occupied with anything, started to wander over my stomach. I pulled my arms, my legs, in a futile attempt to cover myself.. I was much weaker than any of the black, writhing stalks.. the motions were ignored.

The tip of the monstrosity rubbed against my skin, tickling a bit, but unpleasantly.. it was slick.. the feeling was unsettling.. My eyes couldn't have gotten wider.. my breath could go no faster. When the tentacle dipped into the tiny notch of my belly.. I did the only thing my mind could urge.. I screamed.

And the woman before me was delighted.

"Yes.. yes my songbird.. sing for me.." I swore the tentacles were connected to her words and thoughts.. as the intensity of the rubbing increased... before I felt another on my body. There were many, yet they seemed to introduce themselves, one by one.. for now.

The newcomer slid up past the other, onto my chest, rubbing at the space between my breasts, as if thinking on which to choose.. or staring into my eyes, which even in their wide spread, crossed to witness it.. after this, its tip pressed into one of my nipples, which stiffened at the cold, wet presence.. For the first moment, a teasing of pleasure waved through my body. I was more afraid now, than ever before.

I couldn't enjoy this.. I told myself that repeatedly.

But as the black tip teased and flicked against me, I found my words to be lies, and my body to be a betrayer. Another sound escaped my throat.. a moan. I was ashamed.

"..ah, and this new song is more to my liking.. I want to hear.. more of it."

These words brought more of the tentacles to me.. the one that tortured my breast curled snugly around it, clenching it, and another resumed its actions on the opposite breast. Several more moans came forth, along with a squeal.. the pitiful result of me trying my hardest to keep my lips closed.

Another of the new tentacles, I felt brush past the lower one, traveling along my skin.. leaving a slight slick trail.. it slid down slowly.. pausing.. I squeaked in terror. It was so very close to my most sacred, and secret of spots.. I begged and prayed, though part of me doubted any gods would hear me..

"Not yet, my dove... I want more of your desire, before you are.. fulfilled.."

Those words spoken, the tentacle backed away, before curling around my upper thigh, constricting slightly, expanding.. I could feel it pulsing against my womanhood, steadily.. Part of my mind came to the conclusion that the action taken was worse than if she had just plunged it in, violated me right then.. Her plan was to make me.. want it to be done..

My will said no. It always would.. but my body.. I felt my back arch as the upper tentacles changed their pattern, twisting their tips around my nipples.. tugging lightly.. Another moan.. this one, matched by the genasi..

"Mmm.. this is exciting me.. so very much.."

I noticed she was.. touching herself.. rather blatantly, she rubbed her own nipples through her dark clothing.. with one hand. The other, was massaging a place much lower.. I didn't wish to watch her perform.. that action. She had no problems with it, however.. even commenting on her progress.. "..quite wet.. quite wet indeed.. you've got me so aroused, my lovely songbird.."

A tentacle rose between my legs then, and slid upward, its tip at my midsection.. the lower, thicker part of it, stayed nestled between my leg, and the pulsing section of tentacle around my other leg. A sudden heat flowed through that part of my body.. and the black length was feeding off of it, as it started to rub back and forth.. stimulating my sweetest of points..

"Ah.." My lips parted, and a much.. sweeter moan fell from them.. I wanted to curse myself, but my mind gave up on thought as it rubbed yet again.. pressing in, pulling at the swollen flesh of my sex.. the tingling heat combined with the aching pleasure.. I sensed my inner walls lining with liquid.. I couldn't resist.. I was.. becoming aroused at this as well.

My eyes closed in shame. I couldn't bear to watch my own debasement.. I was as filthy as the one before me, and all her dark tentacles! In the spare behind my eyelids.. there were a few seconds of peace.. before I felt a cool breath upon my face, and opened my eyes in time to see white lips press into mine.. I gasped, and her deft tongue slid directly into my mouth.

Her cursed tongue, that nimble instrument, rubbed along the sides of mine, which balked at her dominant presence.. as my mind probed the surroundings outside my face.. I realized she was on top of me.. and as naked as I was, now. The tip of her tongue ran across the roof of my mouth.. a shock flew through me, and my tongue jerked slightly, crashing into hers.. she pinned it savagely.. I longed for breath..

When I was released from the kiss, the first thing I did was gasp for air, sharply taking it into my lungs.. my vulnerability made my senses hazy.. yet for some reason, I only felt the simultaneous ministrations of the black tentacles.. more strongly.

The lowest tentacle was now dripping wet.. I could tell as it slid and smeared my own fluids on my flesh.. I pulled in my legs to squeeze it between them.. and surprisingly, this action was allowed.. A white hand grabbed my chin, and the evil lips attached to my jaw.. sucking harshly, teeth nipping, and pulling..

"..ah...ah..." I moaned in series, each coming after an eager.. "yes!" on her part.. She slung a leg over my waist.. and I felt her heat on me. She started to slide, up and down.. partially satisfying her desires.. painting me with her arousal. Every time she moved.. I heard her.. the slick sound of her motions.. I could even catch her scent..

"You sound.. so very nice.. I believe you are ready for our final song together.. little bird.." I watched her lips as she spoke.. they just seemed to tumble forth.. and when she was finished, the tentacles rose in response.. every remaining one, poised, ready.. Inside, I was surely crying.. but on the outside, I quivered with lust, lust that I longed be sated, soon.

The tentacle that had been arousing me so harshly, withdrew.. wrapping around my leg like the other, helping to tease my legs apart.. making way for another, which gingerly approached, taking its time in tickling around my entrance.. I tried to focus my senses on it, even as I was surrounded by other pleasures. My captor's lips had banished one of the tentacles on my nipples, sucking ardently.. breaking the suction to allow her tongue to roam in hot circles around the raised point.. I was moaning so steadily, that I no longer paused to painfully note each individual sin..

But the focus I'd longed for, appeared in an instant, as the low tentacle made its first push against my tight opening.. Nothing had ever dared enter before.. A tear slid down my face.

It pushed past the barrier savagely. The first of my newfound screams burst forth. My spinning mind barely grasped hold of the sounds I wasn't making.. laughter.. delighted, pleasured laughter!

"Yes, this is our finale, my beautiful songbird!"

The tentacle dove deep inside me, and a high-pitched noise flew from my throat, as my insides pulled against it, instinctively.. I tightened around it, making it wet, helping it slide.. I swore it was expanding within me, making sure it would be a tight fit.. it was so.. satisfying, maddeningly satisfying! I hated it.. I loved it..

It refused to move, for some reason.. remaining still entirely, except for the occasion flicking motion.. which rubbed against a spot within me I didn't know I had.. I squeezed tighter at that, and moaned harder..

My body was aflame.. I literally felt like I would explode into fire.. and thus I yelped loudly as the genasi wrapped her legs around my body, sinking her chest into mine with excellent flexibility, our breasts pressing firmly together.. She kissed my neck, and bit down.. only after my sounds of horrible.. approval.. still rocking hard against me. When she began that again.. so did the tentacle, which had waited patiently..

It slid out of me, bit by bit, making me feel each degree of separation.. It was driving me mad, and I pushed against it in protest. It seemed to be as anxious as I, because the moment I did this, it struck deep within me again, sounds mixing in the air as it pushed past my wetness.. and after that, its pace and intensity was set.. the fiendish, unnatural length rammed in and out of me without pause..

My lips were open permanently now, and the woman who was kissing and rubbing, was now marveling and savoring.. I couldn't show my true emotions through my shut eyes.. my voice could speak no words. I screamed and moaned, and choked on screams and moans.. I was drowning in pleasure.. being pulled to the depths of the hells, the depths of myself.. another set of tears filled my eyes.. and rolled out of them, only to be scorched by my burning skin.

It was just so.. good.. I was close to my first, and with my prayers, last orgasm.. I knew it would come, all along, and I knew there was nothing to be done.. but wait for it.. wait with anticipation.. for the moment I crashed over the edge..

The moment came swiftly.. catching me off guard.. my back flew upward, and the tentacles moved to pull me back, causing a tension that became stronger as I began to spasm and flail.. "Ah..! ..ah! ..aaah...!" I cried out, so very full of pleasure, that for an instant, I thought I heard the song the evil woman was hearing all along.. There was more laughter in the air.. Different.. darker than before.

Everything withdrew from me. I'd never felt so.. empty. So.. cold.

"You've pleased me.." were the words of the water-born fiend.. she was standing now, black eyes shining brightly with.. something. I lay back on the ground, lay in a puddle of my own making.. my thighs soaked and my wings motionless. I had resigned myself to whatever fate awaited me.. there was no more worth in struggling.. against anything.

"It is time, for your gift.." She extended her hand, and I felt her hand grip my shoulder, sharp nails irritating, digging into my skin.. my eyes were glassy and weary as I watched her.. "I will share with you, my gift."

My eyes couldn't rouse the strength to widen, but I still managed to release a powerful scream, much more than anything I'd ever mustered.. as the twisting form of the spirit-eater massed behind her back.. the last thing I saw.. were the waving tentacles..

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