Parasite Eve

Hello readers.

I'd like to thank JasonT for the editing. Wouldn't be able to do this half as well without you.

This is a different story from me. I've decided to take a crack at something outside the McCallister Curse universe and fiddle around with a new world and some new characters.

This is a tentacle story and I'd even say it could be classified as a Consentacle story. It is massively inspired by tentacle hentai and pretty much everything that you would see in those has a chance of showing up in this story at one point or another. You should probably also take a hentai view of biology going into this as well.

This chapter does include the following: Aphrodisiac use, body modification to a small degree, anal, deep throat, inflation to a small degree, double penetration, and a reference to incest but no actual incest and as seems to be the usual for me a splash of Dom/Sub vibes for the hell of it.

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I hope you all enjoy!

*****

Kira Nightsong groaned and rolled over in the bed, flinging the sheets back from her body as she did.

The night air was hot and humid, the fabric clinging to her skin as she tried to escape its grasp and let her body attempt to cool.

Free of the infernal tangle, Kira stretched and twisted across the mattress, her knuckles brushing the top of the headboard as she did.

Sleep would not come.

Not that she really needed it. It had been a long time since she had.

"You should still sleep Kira. We will need our energy tomorrow."

Kira ignored the voice and the blissful trembles it sent through her body and rolled from the bed.

Moving to the window, Kira looked past the bars and out onto the city vista below. The pale blue glow of the moon shone across the rooftops of Sarincara, Jewel of the Night Lands.

It was a city of wonders, of magic's great and small. Of people and races so, diverse you would need a year to see them all. It stretched from horizon to horizon. A sea of brick, stone, and wood. A tapestry of cultures and customs so intricately woven that they had become one.

The Seat of the Everqueen.

The House of Gold and Bone.

The Pillars of Jaber Drux.

The Tower of Lost Souls.

The Dungeon and The Sprawl.

Each of them an icon across the land, each of them found here in Sarincara.

It was her home.

It was her prison.

And soon it would be her grave.

"Oh, don't be so bloody morose Kira. We aren't dead yet."

Kira ignored the voice again, the little hitch in her breathing as it rolled through her once more.

She turned away from the window and leant her elbows on the sill as she faced the empty room. The sights hadn't helped. A melancholy mood had enveloped her as the night had worn on and she had lain sweating in the dark.

It was her last night on this earth and her heart ached for those she loved.

"We will see them again Kira!"

The voice was louder this time, firmer. It rung in her ears with its vehemence and Kira's knees turned to jelly, only the wall and the windowsill behind her kept her upright.

It passed after but a moment and Kira staggered back to the bed and fell onto the mattress in an unflattering lump.

"What have I told you about doing that Eve?" she mumbled.

"You have no one to blame but yourself Kira. It is hardly my fault if you will not listen to me when I speak normally.

"As I said we are not dead yet and you would be far better served by sleeping or doing something useful rather than all this dramatic moping."

Kira flushed as the voice replied tersely, and her body shivered despite the heat. She hadn't had sex in a week and the effects would only grow more prominent the longer she went without.

"I think I have a right to some dramatic moping when I'm meant to be getting my head lopped off tomorrow," Kira snarked back.

"We,"

the voice emphasized,

"are not going to get our head lopped off.

"I won't allow it. I've grown quite attached to it you know."

Kira chuckled at the fond snappishness.

"Yes I'm sorry, WE are allowed some dramatic moping as OUR head is meant to be getting lopped off," she laughed.

"You really are a pain when I haven't gotten you laid you know that?

"Maybe you should take the edge off, perhaps that will help you sleep?"

the voice asked, it's tone changing to almost a purr as it suggested some late-night action.

Kira was tempted to simply dismiss the suggestion, the idea of continuing her moping was an attractive one but Eve apparently had decided that is what they were going to do.

Lush heat infused her body, and she could feel herself flooding with arousal between her legs.

"Fuuuck Eve," Kira moaned dreamily as her body was manipulated.

"To the mirror Little Elf. Let me take care of you"

Kira moaned again as the voice triggered a response from her body once more.

Sliding from the bed once more Kira did as she was bid and stalked on quiet feet to the standing mirror that lurked in the corner of the room.

It stood taller than her, a gilded monstrosity resting on clawed feet. It was a testament to wealth triumphing over taste and Kira could well understand how it had found itself in a glorified prison cell at the top of the Tower.

Kira stood before the mirror and twisted and turned, angling her body as she admired herself in the glass.

The dark was no impediment to her and with the aid of the moon she saw herself as clear as day.

Tall and lithe, subtly muscled and with skin a purple so light she looked almost human. Long fiery red hair that hung in a long tail down her spine. Only the points of her ears gave an obvious show to her true heritage.

She was an elf. A Night Elf to be exact, a native of the very lands on which Sarincara now stood. The town had grown speedily, quickly becoming a city and then continued to spread, the call of its Dungeon driving an incredible growth and the forests her people had once called home had been swallowed without a trace.

They had adapted to city life, continued to be part of the land and its ways. And they had endured.

Kira slid slim fingers along her body as she admired it, tracing the curve of her neck, her breasts, her hips before sliding past her hairless groin and dipping into the wet slit between her legs.

Her breasts weren't large, but they still looked too big for her small frame and her nipples were dark purple peaks that already ached for the torment of unceasing mouths.

The small bump in her stomach was the only thing that gave any clue to what she had become, and she couldn't help but caress it as she continued to slowly finger herself before the mirror.

"Such a naughty Little Elf. You really have come to love what I have made of you haven't you?"

"Uh huh," Kira moaned as she slipped a finger deeper, the purr of the voice spurring her on.

"Show me the first Eve," Kira panted.

"This may be our last night together, show the beginning once more. Please Mistress. Show me how you made me."

"As you wish, my naughty Little Elf. Whatever you desire."

The night elf moaned deeply as it began. The change that had earner her her death sentence. The thing that made her unique and changed her life in so many ways.

A writhing deep in her core, a stretching of her body that she had long since come to crave. Her hot tunnel was filled from within, the muscles clenching down on the familiar invaders as they made their way out of her body.

Her finger was pushed from her body and Kira groaned as her Mistress made herself known. A mass of tentacles pushed themselves from her dripping pussy and Kira came, a flood of juice erupting from her pussy as she was opened by the writhing slimy appendages.

The tentacles quickly moved around her body wrapping themselves around her legs, another pair capturing her arms and pinning her hands in the small of her back. Thick meaty tendrils coiled around her breasts, squeezing them tightly together and the blunt ends opening up to reveal hungry mouths.

They latched onto her hard points and started their quest for the nectar they knew was contained within.

Kira moaned and quivered as her body was used. The perfect bindings for her submission sprung from her own body.

The last tentacle, the fattest one of all came from behind. Its girth splitting between her firm ass cheeks and up her back to wrap around her neck and provide just the right pressure to drive her closer to the brink.

Its tip tapped against her lips and Kira willingly, eagerly let it slip into her mouth, the salty texture covering her tongue and she welcomed it to its proper place with soft lashes along its flanks.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Sloppy sounds of pleasure quickly filled the room as the tentacle fucked her mouth, its fat head bumping the edge of her throat but never pushing in.

Kira started to frantically hump the air; all her other movement restricted by the tentacles covering her body so wonderfully.

"Are you ready Little Elf?"

Eve asked in her soft whisper and Kira nodded rapidly.

She wanted this. She ached for it.

"Then open wide Kira. Your Mistress comes to claim you."

Kira felt her jaw stretch, the thick length of the tentacle cramming more of itself into her mouth and finally into her throat and she knew that it would be bulging obscenely.

She loved it every time that she got to do it with the others.

"Mmmmm! Ugh!" Kira slurped around the tentacle.

Kira took one last look at the mirror, patches of her purple skin flashing amongst the dark mass that encased her body. A quivering orgasmic mass in the dark shadows of the room.

Her legs stretched wide as the multitudes that called her body home came forth to show her how much they wanted her. Her tits swollen and starting to leak into the feasting mouths. The look of pure bliss and adulation in her own amethyst eyes.

The tentacle in her throat opened, and she felt the liquid begin trickling then flooding into her belly. She shuddered and rolled as her body felt its cool touch. An aphrodisiac more potent than any other of its kind dumped directly into her core.

Kira came.

"Ffffffuuuukk mmeeeeee!" was her muffled cry.

An explosion of pleasure rocketing through her body. The tentacles tightening, constricting her body as she did. Her pussy clenching and contracting around the impossibly deep tendrils and her juices flooded the floor beneath her.

"Always so messy when you cum Little Elf, but now the real fun begins."

Kira barely heard the voice as her vision turned dark. She could only moan another muffled cry as the memory overtook her and Eve took her towards oblivion.

*****

Kira was in trouble. Big trouble. What should have been a fairly simple jaunt into the Dungeon on a hunt for some magical ingredients had proved to be anything but.

Jerome the giant bull-headed fucking idiot hadn't bothered to finalize checks on what was meant to be spawning in the Dungeon cause he was too busy wrecking some girl's twat with the tree-trunk he pretended was his penis.

Well, that was the problem when you let a Minotaur do the leading and the so-called thinking. To busy thinking with their dicks rather than the head that was of actual use.

So, they'd gone into the Dungeon. The four of them. Jerome, Herden, Zert and herself. They'd been expecting to find open fields and verdant forests with the only real threat being ambushed by Gnolls or the odd falling tree.

Instead after traipsing their way through the first three static floors, they'd encountered a damn swamp.

A damn dirty stinking swamp that somehow even though dozens of parties must have pushed through already was still full of festering undead, buzzing insects and venomous reptiles.

They were completely unprepared for the environment, but Jerome wouldn't hear of turning back. They needed the money. They couldn't come back empty-handed. They wouldn't be hired again if something as small as this made them turn back.

Like fools they'd listened to him and trekked further into the swamp. Everything had gone well at first. Jerome leading, his meaty fists and colossal warhammer smashing skeletons to pieces and zombies to pulp. Herden was a wall, the Iron Dwarf a bulwark of steel against all comers and Zert kept them safe from above. The insect-like Ikrann at least was at home in the swamp as it hovered along above them on four gossamer wings.

With those three making good progress all she had had to do was keep them healthy and safe with her spells.

And she'd been doing a damn good job. The swamp was full of poisons and toxins, and she had been casting cures and resist spells as fast and furiously as she could.

For a while it looked like they might actually succeed and make a profit.

They'd cleared out a nest of swamp rats and were in the process of looting it when the ground began to tremble. Mud shifting and the murky waters around their ankles rippling out in waves with each reverberating tremor.

A massive rotting, boil and disease covered hulk had erupted from a nearby pool of rancid water and spotted them. Fourteen feet of grey-green flesh and muscle had come barrelling toward them at speed.

"PLAGUE OGRE!!" Jerome bellowed but it had been quickly followed a sickening crunch and she had witnessed her leader go flying overhead then colliding with a rotted stump with skull-shattering force.

The Minotaur didn't move again.

Herden had done his best. Planting his shield and readying his axe he had stood between the raging monster herself and Zert.

She'd even managed to get a quick-fire fortify off and the stout dwarf had taken a hit from the rampaging pustule covered behemoth before its second blow drove the dwarf to his knees and then into the muck Herden had cursed in his mother tongue before the ogre drove his foot through the dwarf's skull.

Zert didn't last much longer, the fragile insect like being had panicked when they saw the two fighters go down with hardly any effort. Its fragile wings had clipped a low hanging branch and sent them tumbling to the swampy marsh below.

The ogre had claimed its third victim within moments and left her all alone to stand against it.

There hadn't been any other choice. She was a healer not a fighter. She had fled and she was still fleeing now.

The ponderous meaty splats of the ogre splashing through the muck behind her as she fled. Elven grace was the only thing that had kept her alive so far. She didn't sink and her weight even with her staff and pack was negligible. She could bounce and jump from rock to rock, even the unlikeliest bit of solid wood or ground used to springboard to the next.

Kira paused. Taking a second to try and find any sort of shelter, someplace where she could shake the ogre from her tail. But everywhere she looked there was just black and brown water, rotting wood and clouds of insects.

"RAAAAARGHH!"

The ogre bellowed as it saw her pause and it increased its pace in its rampaging effort to end her life.

Kira picked a direction at random. She didn't have any clue where to go in this forsaken swamp but almost anything was better than standing there to get pulped by a diseased fist.

She ran. Her leather boots and pants getting continually splattered by mud and slime as she danced through the swamp.

It felt like an eternity. An eternity of fear, regret and burning anger but it was barely minutes later when Kira spotted the cave. A jutting knife of earth and rock splitting the marsh flats and the tangled weave of roots and fallen trees. It rose above the water and bogs, a sanctuary of solid dry ground and about halfway up, a cave. A dark hole burrowed into the rock.

A chance at living.

A chance of safety.

Kira threw the last of her energy into the sprint for the outcropping. She could still hear the deadly destroyer of her party on her heels. The bellows and snarls pouring from its piggish snout.

Kira didn't slow as she reached firmer footing, flinging her pack to the side, and discarding her staff, throwing herself at the rocks and climbing in earnest.

"Fuck!" she swore as a sharp point stabbed her palm, but she didn't slow. She was so close.

She felt rather than saw the Plague Ogre catch up to her, the air of a passing fist brushing her legs and then the shaking of the rock face as that same fist smashed into it.

"RAAAAARGHH!" the beast bellowed again.

Kira didn't care. Her fingers gripped the lip of the cave entrance and she frantically hauled herself upwards into the breach.

The cave was narrow, barely wide enough for her shoulders and hips, but Kira wanted in. She needed to be as far away from the monster behind her as she could.

Scrabbling forward Kira escaped into the dark. The ogre left roaring its anger at the cave just beyond its reach. Kira's breathing echoed in the cramped space, hard and heaving, her heart was hammering in her chest as she kept pushing further into the small cave. She wanted to be absolutely certain it couldn't reach in and find her.

In her haste, Kira didn't see it coming. One moment her hands were digging into stone and dirt as they pulled her along. The next there was nothing but air. She couldn't stop herself in time, she'd been moving far too quick and was over-extended.

"Aaaaiiiiiieeee!"

With a long echoing scream. Kira fell down into the unknown lurking dark.

*****

Kira awoke in darkness. Not even her elven sight could pierce the pitch-black shroud that she'd found herself in. Gingerly probing herself she checked for any major injuries or breaks. After a fall like that she should have at least something.

It was with complete surprise and with no little trepidation that Kira found herself completely unhurt.

"Did that fall kill me? Am I dead?" she murmured to herself in the dark.

"No, you are not dead Little Elf,"

came another voice from the dark.

Kira shot upright in surprise, hands balling into fists as she tried to find the source of the voice, but she could sense nothing.

"You have nothing to be scared of Little Elf. I am not going to hurt you so soon after saving you,"

the voice said.

There was a short pause.

"Not unless you ask of course,"

and Kira could hear the smirk that she was sure would accompany such a comment.

Kira spun in a slow circle, tilting her head side to side, back and forth, trying to pinpoint the voice, but again not even her elven senses could help her.

The voice spoke again, and Kira listened intently. Trying to find it.

It was soft with a languid and almost seductive air to it. Every time it spoke Kira could feel a tingle creep up her spine and a small bloom of heat rushed through her body as though she were just the right amount of tipsy.

"Who are you?" Kira asked into the dark.

"Where are you?"

"I have no proper name,"

the voice replied,

"but I was once long long ago known as The Eventuality and currently a small part of my essence is inside you."

"The Eventuality," Kira started to scoff, "what kind of..."

Then her voice fell silent, and Kira's eyes went wide as saucers as the voice's words sank in.

"You're inside me?" she managed to whisper after a moment.

"You were not uninjured in your fall Little Elf,"

the voice said slowly and kindly.

"My only way to help you was to place some of my essence inside you. My body has many properties one of which is the ability to heal and mend."

"Get out of me! Get it out of me now!" Kira yelled and her voice echoed long a loud, a haunting refrain to her cry.

The voice didn't waver, it simply kept its slow and kindly tone as it replied to Kira's panicked rejection.