Round 372

Abby's eyes go wide with terror as she feels the entity's grip tighten and its words echo inside her mind. "No!" She tries to pull away but the creature holds firm, its strength inhuman. "Silra, help me! It's trying to—" Her voice cuts off as she feels Silra's light seep deeper into her skin, the ethereal tendrils coiling around her limbs possessively. The sensation is both terrifying and strangely intimate.

Silra's eyes glaze over with lust as she continues her invasive exploration of Abby's body. "Shh, just relax," she purrs, her voice unnaturally smooth. "I'll take good care of you." Her tendrils slide beneath the fabric of Abby's clothes, caressing sensitive skin.

Abby whimpers in a mixture of fear and unwanted arousal. "Please, Silra, stop!" She tries to struggle but finds herself oddly paralyzed, able only to watch as her friend's corruption deepens.