Tori's knuckles whitened over the steering wheel as she bit her lip. She'd seen the Prince off less than two minutes ago and already the tentacles slithering over her body were making her unrelentingly horny. She was grateful then, that he had seen fit not to administer her any more nectar, else she'd never make it to Chayse on time and in one piece.
Thankfully, getting out of Sydney was proving to be significantly more straightforward than her journey in had been. To anyone else, the roads teeming with pulsing tentacles would have been considered impossibly hazardous, but for Tori, the Krinis simply retracted at her approach. The car continued to eat up the tarmac as if they weren't even there. Coupled with the complete lack of traffic, it was by far the easiest commute she'd ever experienced.
Occasionally she was brought to a halt due to the many large tentacled beasts roaming the city that obstructed the streets during their patrol. Again, however, they quickly moved aside to let her pass. On one such instance she thought she even saw one of them wave at her as she continued on her way. Undoubtedly, as much as it would have liked to have dragged Tori out of the car and ravish her within its depths alongside its other captives, the Krinis all knew who she was and that she had a job to do. Tori felt a strange sense of privilege at this thought.
As she drove, she still couldn't help but be amazed at the level of transformation that the city had undergone. Almost every single insignificant speck of human architecture had been completely corrupted and inundated under thick layers of slime, hardened ichor and tentacles of all shapes and sizes. Skyscrapers were no longer metal, but living towers of spongy flesh that twisted and hungered. Streams and puddles of sexual fluids flowed freely in the streets. Even in the open air, the wildest aroma of sex still wafted out of every building, every manhole, every drain.
The ways that the Krinis had enthralled the humans was nothing short of a complete societal rewrite. As she'd already seen, some were so sex-crazed that they were freely cavorting without need for restraint. Others were plastered into whatever surface was nearby at the time -- lampposts, guard rails, parked cars -- and being deliciously, mercilessly assaulted by amorphous blobs of tentacles. Seemingly random body parts protruded from fleshy walls, twitching and ejaculating copiously and sporadically.
Time and time again, Tori found that the forms that the Krinis took on never stopped surprising her. What she mistook for a giant snake at first was actually just one obscenely large tentacle, with several human-shaped lumps inside at various intervals, all furiously masturbating. She noticed that, as methodical as the Prince was, there didn't really seem to be any particular order to the way they subdued humans or any rhyme or reason as to what forms they took on in a given moment. It was just pure, carnal chaos. Once upon a time Tori would have been horrified by such a prospect, but now however, she was positively dripping with excitement.
She was also dripping from the small, slick tentacles gently squirming inside her pussy. In the back seat was what could only be described as a large, pink, pulsating beanbag from which dozens of various tentacle types sprouted forth. Tentacles for sucking, rubbing, grinding, thrusting, tickling and milking. Some smooth, some textured, some covered in various nubs and ridges. And they all yearned for Tori's body.
Three thick, heavy tentacles bound her to her seat like a makeshift seatbelt, secreting sticky fluids across her torso. They were smooth, powerful and flexible, and they glided over her skin sensually. Her supernaturally enhanced tits rose and fell like clockwork as the Krinis dutifully sucked and teased her stiff peaks. Feelers with one side covered in smaller tentacles wound their way in between and around her legs, softly massaging her calves, the tension of the previous few days just melting away.
It was an odd feeling, being wonderfully molested by the Krinis without being drugged. Being fully aware of her situation and what delirious pleasures they could offer her only made it that much hotter for Tori. She'd made her choice, and whatever doubts she may have had earlier, she was becoming more and more convinced by the second that it was the right one. The tentacles that had tried to capture her in the car chase earlier may have expedited the process, but Tori now understood that her return to the Krinis was always simply a matter of time.
It would have been almost too easy to simply let the sensations wash over her, but she had to exercise restraint. Chayse had to come back with her so that they could lust, serve and experience their new masters together, preferably with his cock permanently buried in her. As a tentacle twisted around her leg towards her toes, she found her focus once again.
"Umm," she hesitated, "that feels really nice, but it's probably best not to go near my feet while I'm driving."
The tentacles retreated from her legs immediately, almost apologetically.
It only added to the strangeness of her condition how fond she was becoming of them. It was like having a pervy passenger in the back seat, but instead of some douchey creep with ulterior motives, it was a bundle of weird, alien fun that was abundantly clear about what it wanted to do with her. Still, she felt a bit weird about a road trip this long being spent in total silence, and as much as she was burning with desire, so too was she burning with curiosity.
"So are you able to like, understand me?" Tori asked, looking over her shoulder at the lump of Krinis.
She had no idea if it could even give an answer, but it had at least understood; the rate at which it was fucking her slowed slightly, but noticeably. A tentacle stretched out from the main body and rose to Tori's eye level. She worried -- maybe she wasn't meant to ask questions. Maybe she was just supposed to take it like a good little fucktoy. She prepared for it to force its way into her mouth, but after considering her for a moment, the tentacle moved up and down slightly in what she assumed was a close approximation of a nod.
"Oh wow! Well, umm, nice to meet you. I'm Tori." She reached out a hand to shake the tentacle, and after a slight pause, it shook back. It very clearly wasn't used to interacting with humans this way.
"Do you have a name as well?"
The tentacle shook from side to side.
"Oh yeah, I suppose that wouldn't make a lot of sense. Well, thank you for this anyway," she smiled, stroking the tentacles attending to her needy cunt. "It feels fantastic."
The Krinis seemed pleased by that, resuming its earlier vigour. It then did something Tori did not expect -- it reached into the glovebox and found a pen and notepad. Even more unexpectedly, it then began to write something down. She found this peculiar -- the Prince had mentioned that most Krinis weren't particularly capable of such tasks -- but as it finished writing and turned the notepad to her, she understood. As impressed as she was that it could understand English, the Krinis clearly had all the handwriting technique of a toddler, and its innate sliminess left the pages smudged and stained. It took a full minute of squinting to make out what it was trying to communicate.
You like breed?
It occurred to Tori that this may be a relatively young Krinis. "Well, it wasn't something I used to do a whole lot, but I could definitely get used to a lot more of it," she giggled.
It scribbled out the first message and wrote a new one below it.
You like breed! Breeding fun! We make you happy!
