Just Beneath The Tiles

Hanging high above the land, the silver moon shone its reflected light down onto the earth, droplets of moisture glistering like tiny diamonds upon all they sat. The smell of fresh rain still pervaded the air, even though the weather had been calm for some time. But despite the calm and quiet of the night, not all were asleep.

Looking over her shoulder while nervously clutching a lit candle, Tasha bit her lip in thought before turning back to her friend.

"I really don't think we should be doing this Vera. What if we're caught? Mother Superior will be furious that we're snooping around like this. Especially after dark."

Glancing at Tasha for only a moment, Vera shook her head, the padlock keeping the doors of the small shed closed falling to the ground with a soft thud. Unlike her friend, Vera seemed neither worried nor bothered to do any bit of skullduggery. If anything, she seemed acquainted with it considering how little time the lock held up against her.

"Relax Tasha. No one will catch us and no monster will get over the nunnery walls. You have nothing to worry about, I swear." Reaching out to rest a reassuring hand on Tasha's shoulder, Vera offered a sly smile. "Besides, even if one did, I'd just show that not all of us nuns are defenseless." Hiking up the side of her habit, Vera revealed the dagger strapped around her plush thigh.

Tasha seemed to relax somewhat with Vera's reassurances, taking a deep breath before nodding her head.

"I suppose you're right. But still, it's best not to tarry. So please, show me what you were talking about."

Smiling at her friend's go-ahead, Vera turned and pulled open the doors of the shed, motioning Tasha inside and taking one last peak outside to check if they'd been seen, before shutting the doors.

Moving to close the shutters on the window, Vera took the candle from Tasha to light the few others scattered around the room, setting it down once the two could comfortably navigate the small space. The shed was mostly used to store the groundskeeper's tools, along with a few dusty books and some herbs hung up to dry. However, Vera ignored all of that, instead kneeling down on the stone floor and trying to wedge her fingers between the tiles, prompting Tasha to raise her brow. Before she could ask what Vera was doing though, the girl in question spoke up.

"I've seen these tiles come loose before and they rattle when you step on them. So just help me get them up, I want to know what's under them."

Pursing her lips slightly, Tasha watched for a moment longer. Her eyes darted between Vera's hands failing to find any grip between the tiles and the various tools littering the wall. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Tasha stepped toward the wall, reminding herself why she hung around the blonde, even when she got up to her nefarious antics. Looking back as Tasha plucked a pry bar from the hook it once hung on, a wide smile crossed Vera's face. Using the tool, the tile soon popped up from its slot with a small grinding noise, however beneath it was just a bit of grout and dirt. Frowning, Vera glanced at the tile itself, feeling her frown lessen and become a smirk. On the underside of the tile, was a large curved line, with some sort of engravings accompanying it. Struck by the discovery, Vera pried up a second tile, discovering more symbols and another line, although the two tiles didn't seem to match perfectly.

"It's... a puzzle?" Tasha asked, getting to her feet as Vera set the two tiles aside.

"Looks like it, help me get the rest of them up. Let's see what it is." Vera didn't give Tasha much of a choice in the matter, as she instantly began to pull up more of the tiles, which in the end got Tasha to help, albeit begrudgingly.

It took them some time to remove the tiles and even more to begin placing them in the right spots. But they'd managed to get down to the last three, leaving the girls slightly winded and sweaty. Grabbing two of the last three, Vera took a moment and slid them into the correct spots, standing up to admire their handiwork as Tasha eased the last one into place. Nestling in with the small scraping of stone on stone, the tiles seemed to click together, the grout that normally joined them beginning to look like liquid. However, that fact went unnoticed by the two women.

"I don't really get what it's supposed to be. A circle with squiggly lines coming out of the center? I was expecting something a smidge more spectacular out of a hidden puzzle." Vera crossed her arms, gaze shifting towards Tasha who still sat in the middle of the floor.

The taller of the two girls had taken the hood of her habit off, revealing long, auburn curls as she wiped her forehead of sweat with a palm.

"I don't know either. But I am tired, so could we just go back to our quarters now?" Tasha asked, looking up at Vera, whose expression had shifted from disappointment to growing horror.

Taken aback by her friend's expression, Tasha glanced around, spotting the cause of Vera's fear. Beneath her, the tiles had begun to glow along the lines, purple gooey liquid bubbling up between the cracks. Gasping, Tasha began to scramble to her feet, however before she could, the viscous goop bubbled up and out shot a thick, slimy tentacle, which coiled tightly around Tasha's wrist, pulling her back down before she could fully stand up.

Pressing tightly against the wall, Vera's mouth hung open as she watched more and more sludge seep out from the tiles, more tentacles akin to the first one emerging and snaking around Tasha's limbs, restraining her against the growing bed of slime.

It was almost remarkable how fast the slime had spread, taking up a fair portion of the floor, with enough mass to keep Tasha propped upright. Still paralyzed by shock, Vera could only watch as Tasha's habit began to shift, the outlines of writhing tentacles becoming visible as the woman squirmed. It was then that Vera realized another thing, around Tasha's head, was a flatter and decidedly less slimy tentacle, blindfolding her. Along with that, the poor girl had been gagged, the thick purple appendage lazily pushing deeper into her mouth, stifling the cries and whimpers that threatened to escape.

Feeling the shock begin to fade from her system, Vera glanced toward the door beside her. She could likely make it, probably without even being noticed. Although, her conscience refused to allow that. Setting her jaw, Vera slid her habit up and drew the small dagger from its sheath, before moving forward. Vera grunted with each slice as she worked to free her friend, cutting away at thick and thin appendages alike. However, despite the many fallen tentacles, more returned to take their place, proving Vera's efforts to be futile.

Sadly, before Vera could continue to slice more, the tentacles had caught on to the fact that they were being assailed; causing various other tendrils to spread from the main portion of the mass, moving to wrap around Vera's ankles. With her attention drawn down to her feet, Vera wasn't able to notice the bubbling splotch growing ever more present on the purple mass. Within a second, a large, dripping tentacle shot forth from the mass, coiling tightly around the blonde's throat and nearly dragging her down. Instinctively, the woman reached up to try and pry the tentacle away but just as she reminded herself to use the dagger, she was forced to her knees by the numerous other tentacles. They had entangled her faster than she could have ever anticipated, legs wreathed in thick, pulsating vines that crept up her torso and back down her arms, keeping them tightly at her sides. As if it understood how Vera had managed to hurt it, the dagger was wormed out of the woman's grasp, clattering to the floor beside her. Vera wasn't able to dwell on the fact that she'd been disarmed for long though as Tasha's voice drew her attention.

"V-vera..." The taller woman husked, an air of confusion lingering in her voice, almost asking if the other woman still remained with her. While Tasha's lips parted again, a few swift movements beneath her robes made any words she had in mind come out as nothing more than lecherous moans.

The noises made Vera's mouth fall open in shock, her stomach twisting in knots as her cheeks heated ever so slightly. She'd never heard such a noise come out of her friend before but she couldn't deny that it had stirred something inside her.

As if to capitalize on Vera's apparent fascination, the sound of fabric tearing slowly came into being, getting louder as it crescendoed with the front of Tasha's habit being ripped off by various tendrils. The tattered cloth dropped somewhere to the side of Tasha's now exposed body.

Vera couldn't help but gawk at her friend, her womanly figure laid almost fully bare for all to see. While she was now functionally nude, tentacles still snaked across parts of her body. One thing stood out among everything else, however. With various tentacles surrounding the area, Vera's gaze slowly drifted down to Tasha's groin, although it lingered longingly on her love handles and the bit of pudge on Tasha's belly. But a bit lower, between the auburn-haired beauty's legs, was a strange, undulating tentacle. Unlike the others, it wasn't attached to the rest of the purple mass, rather it was rooted to Tasha herself. As if knowing it had a viewer, the length began to take shapes other than a basic slimy tendril, splitting into various flayed lengths that dripped a clear, viscous substance before coming back together and thickening into a member that would have looked right at home on a stallion. Finally, as the flattened tip rounded out and the shaft slimmed, it settled on what was the closest to human it could muster at the moment, even with its otherworldly purple hue. Still, the bulbous glans and thick vein running down the top side of it were certainly convincing impressions.

While Vera was left staring at Tasha's newest body part, the tendril that had been blocking the taller woman's vision receded, granting her sight once again. Casting her gaze downwards, Tasha's chest heaved with her heated breathing, blocking her view of Vera at its pinnacle each time. Despite her years as a chaste, pious woman, Tasha couldn't suppress the feelings of lust boiling over inside her. The constant movement of the tentacles over her sensitive skin, the images that had been projected into her mind's eye by the tendril over her eyes, and the sight of her friend now on her knees.

Tasha knew what had been done to her body. The moment she'd been entangled, the tentacles had begun to share their thoughts with her. She knew what they wanted her to do and even if she tried to fight back, Tasha knew she couldn't. Her mind was no longer wholly her own, her thoughts now laced with lust and desire due to the creature that had latched itself to her. As if on its own accord, Tasha's cock morphed once again, the tip becoming tapered as three sections peeled away from the main stalk, reminiscent of the petals of a flower, despite the clear liquid glimmering in the candlelight as it dripped to the floor.

Vera grimaced at the sight, her nose scrunching up as a faint, fruity smell hit her nostrils. It wasn't entirely unpleasant in reality but knowing the source made it difficult to enjoy. Finally managing to pry her eyes away from the lewd organ, Vera met Tasha's gaze, picking up on the distinct salacious glint. Before Vera could stifle the feeling of rising panic, the tentacles around her flexed and contracted, pulling her forward until her cheek was pressed against the warm flesh of Tasha's inner thigh, contrasting the chill that had settled over Vera's bones. Still, the blonde managed to find her voice.

"Tasha, please stop this, this isn't you!" She pleaded, eyes wide with desperation.

For a moment, Tasha's expression shifted to one of pity, although she made no apparent effort to resist.

"I-I'm sorry, Vera. I can't stop it... They'll be kind... They share my thoughts."

Before Vera had long to ponder the implications of Tasha's statement, the tentacles moved once again, curling up around the top of her neck, the tips pressing into her jawline, encouraging her mouth to open. Moving up through her hair, Vera's hood was slowly pulled back by a few thinner tendrils letting her shaggy blonde locks fall free, tickling her face until they were pulled back by the purple appendages. Shivering at the slippery feeling against her scalp, Vera closed her eyes and tried to crane her neck away from Tasha's thigh; only to feel the grip around her tighten, forcing her forward until her nose pressed against the taller woman's crotch, eliciting a soft groan from Tasha.

Letting out a small whimper, Vera felt the slick tentacle attached to Tasha brush against her cheek, leaving a simmering line of liquid in its wake. As the substance dried, Vera's cheek grew warmer, tingling from even the slightest bit of air that breezed across it. As that realization set in, Vera's head was pulled back, the tentacle around her throat beginning to squeeze ever so slightly. It was obvious what it wanted, what Tasha wanted. Looking up at the auburn-haired woman, Vera held her gaze for some time, before her lips slowly parted.

A few moments after her mouth opened, Tasha's length pushed itself against Vera's lips, the central stalk finding its way into the blonde's moist cavern while the secondary tendrils bumbled their way in after, smearing a generous amount of watery aphrodisiac about as they did. In an instant, Vera's mouth was a sopping mess, drool leaking past her lips, mixing with the lustful venom and dripping down her front. Focusing to keep her vision from growing fuzzy, Vera moaned against the member in her mouth, which only prompted it to begin probing further. Clenching her fists by her sides, Vera took deep breaths as the tentacle in her mouth began to thrust back and forth in earnest with pleasured moans starting to emit from Tasha as it found its rhythm.

"Gods, Vera... I didn't think your mouth would be so soft. This is what we've been kept from for so long..." Tasha panted, her eyes drifting shut as she basked in the pleasure.

Despite Tasha speaking to her, Vera could do little to answer with her lips sealed around the member in her mouth, which moved of its own accord. All the blonde could do was hold onto the small bit of rationale she had left. The embers of resistance still managed to burn against the torrent of pleasure assaulting her mind, despite only her mouth being used. Of course, the longer the situation wore on, the more Vera felt her will splinter. Somewhere, deep inside, she'd always wanted to have Tasha in such a way, although she hadn't ever imagined it in the current form.

"Vera... I, I'm gonna..." Tasha husked, her voice sounding hoarse as her newly released hand came down to grip the blonde's hair.

Pressing Vera's face tightly against her crotch, Tasha shuddered as she felt her length pulsate, the bed of tentacles beneath her writhing in pleasure as her new appendage reached its first climax, pouring its thick, sticky load down Vera's throat, with little care for her comfort.

As if stunned by the sensation, the tight grip around Vera was loosened, allowing her to pull back and cough, although most of the liquid had been shot directly down her throat. Still, the sensation remained on her tongue, how the tentacle had throbbed and expanded, filling her oral cavity completely before unleashing the waves of spunk down her gullet. Despite the shame that came with it, Vera couldn't bring herself to be completely revolted by the memory. Maybe it was her soft spot for Tasha, or maybe because of the fact that her mouth had been turned into an erogenous zone more sensitive than she imagined possible. The reasoning didn't entirely matter, especially as other images began to flash within Vera's mind, her belly slowly growing warm from the seed that had been spilled inside it.

Having recovered from the intense waves of euphoria, Tasha slowly drifted back down to reality, the various tentacles interlocking themselves across her body nudging her into consciousness. Looking down at her body, it wouldn't be entirely accurate to call her naked any longer. Having weaved together across her form, the tentacles had morphed themselves into a suit of living clothing, using thin membranes to cover rounded parts of the woman. Realizing she was no longer restrained, Tasha shifted into a sitting position, suppressing a soft moan at the feeling of her new attire sliding across her body as she did. Letting her fingers graze her bare legs, Tasha let out a shudder as she glanced at the blonde woman between her legs. Various thoughts raced through her mind at the sight of the blonde, however one stood out among the rest, put high above on a pedestal by Tasha's existing disposition towards the woman.

Slowly pushing herself off of the shrinking mass of tentacles, Tasha knelt before her blonde friend, reaching a hand out to cup her chin with a soft smile. Brushing her thumb across Vera's cheek, Tasha leaned in to press their lips together, moaning unabashedly as her own mouth heated up from the leftover venom staining Vera's lips. Sinking her teeth into Vera's bottom lip, Tasha pushed forward onto the smaller woman, tendrils unweaving themselves from her to gingerly undress the shorter woman. By the time their lips parted, Vera found herself on her back, cold tiles pressing against her bare skin as Tasha loomed over her with a warm smile gracing her face.

"You look so wonderful like this, Vera. I've fantasized a thousand times about what it might be like to take you in such a way but this... this is so much better than I could have ever conceived." As if to highlight what she meant, Tasha reached down to lay her turgid tentacle across Vera's groin, the tip nearly reaching her navel.

Blinking away the accumulated haze from her mind, Vera's eyes widened at the sight of Tasha's cock so close to her most sacred place, prompting her to try and shut her thighs, although Tasha shifted herself forward to prevent the blonde from doing so.

"Relax, Vera. I promise you it'll feel good. We've already broken our pacts, why try and hold back now?" Tasha's voice softened as she reached forward to cup Vera's cheeks, meeting the blonde woman's gaze.

Vera bit her lip as she looked back up at her friend, her mind still swimming in lust and aphrodisiac. She knew she wasn't thinking straight, that she was poisoned by lust, however, as her resistance faded she found herself falling to such excuses. She was under the effects of some sort of venom, so why should she care about her decisions? It wasn't truly her making them. With that final line of thought, Vera caved. Her hand moved down to caress Tasha's length, which earned a smile from the taller woman. Without another word, Tasha's shaft shivered and morphed back to its humanoid shape, the color blending to match her skin. A pair of heavy balls soon followed suit and formed beneath the newly shaped cock, hanging low as the tentacles infesting her worked to manipulate the nun's biology.

As if she hadn't even noticed the change, Tasha lifted Vera's leg, hooking it over her shoulder as she turned the woman onto her side, the blunt tip of her cock brushing against the blonde's labia, earning a gasp from Vera.

Pleased by the noise, Tasha lazily rocked her hips forward, aiming to elicit more noises of a similar variety from the shorter woman. Gently grinding her length against Vera's slit, Tasha sighed in delight at the divine sound of the blonde's staggered moans. After slaking her thirst for gasps and whimpers, Tasha decided to end Vera's torment. Taking firm hold of the blonde's thigh, Tasha eased her hips forward, sighing as her tip found purchase. Slipping between Vera's lower lips with a lewd squelch, Tasha's blunt head found itself against the blonde's entrance. With a soft grunt, the auburn-haired woman thrust her hips forward in one sharp move, spearing her length into Vera in an instant, secreting its lust-inducing poison the entire way. Vera's back arched at the sensation, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her once virgin hole spasmed around her friend's member, trapping it in a vice-like grip.