Chapter 3: Symptoms
"We need to keep moving, Ema. This place is... wrong," Sasha said.
Ema nodded, her amber eyes reflecting the dim, pulsating light of the chamber as they ventured deeper into the Tower. "You're right," she rasped, her throat raw from both the cries of pleasure the cries for help. "We need to keep moving." With Sasha's help, Ema tore free from the remaining strands of jelly-web, her robe clinging to her skin, damp and malodorous. As they delved further into the Tower, the slick, rubbery webbed walls of the passage gave way to something far more unsettling. The walls here were wet, pulsating, and alive—made of flesh, grotesque veins and glossy, light-purple skin. Ema's cat ears twitched, her amber eyes scanning the wet, fleshy walls with a mix of revulsion and morbid fascination.
"What is this place?" Sasha whispered, her hazel eyes wide with disgust.
"The Garden... I've heard stories..." Ema replied, her voice hushed. "Always thought it was made up, though. Too strange to be real."
Sasha nodded grimly, her hand clutching the hilt of her short sword. "It's real, alright. And it's fucking twisted." As they continued down the passage, the walls began to pulse and throb with a sickening rhythm. Ema's cat ears twitched in unease, her amber eyes darting about, taking in the disturbing sight. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of sex and decay, the air thick with a cloying, musky aroma that made her stomach flutter
Ema whispered, her voice barely audible over the wet, squelching sounds echoing through the chamber. "It's... it's turning me on, Ema." Sasha admitted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as they continued deeper into the pulsating, fleshy passage. Her hazel eyes were wide with a mix of horror and arousal, her grip on her short sword tightening. "I can't help it, but... but it's making me feel... strange." Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her ears twitching in embarrassment as she confessed her secret. Ema's amber eyes softened, her cat ears tilting in concern as she placed a comforting hand on Sasha's shoulder. "Don't judge me, Ema. I can't control it. It's like... like the air is filled with some kind of... of pheromone or something. It's making me... feel... strange," Sasha admitted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as they continued deeper into the pulsating, fleshy passage.
"Fight it, Sasha," Ema said gently, her voice steady and reassuring. "We're in this together, remember? Whatever this place is, it's trying to break us down. But we won't let it. We just need to push through it."
Sasha looked at Ema, her hazel eyes filled with a mix of guilt and determination. She nodded, her jaw set in a firm line. "You're right. We can't let this place control us. Let's go." Sasha's voice was firm, her hazel eyes determined as they continued deeper into the pulsating, fleshy passage. Meanwhile, Ema couldn't help but be drawn to the strange, ethereal lights that seemed to dance and flicker along the walls. They were unlike anything she had ever seen, their tendrils of light swaying and pulsating in time with the wet, squelching sounds that echoed through the chamber. She had to remind herself to keep moving, her cat ears twitching in fascination as she tried to make sense of the mesmerizing display. "Ema, come on," Sasha urged, her voice barely audible over the hypnotic sounds that filled the air. Ema nodded, tearing her gaze away from the tantalizing lights and focusing once again on the path before them.
"You're right, we need to find a place to rest. You're exhausted, and we both need to clean this filth off us," she said, her amber eyes scanning the dimly lit passage for any sign of shelter.
Sasha leaned heavily against the pulsating wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, and soon. I can't... I can't keep going like this, Ema." Her hazel eyes were glassy with exhaustion, her body trembling with the effort of holding her own against the tentacle spiders.
Ema's heart went out to her partner, her cat ears twitching with concern. She placed a comforting hand on Sasha's shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm. "We'll find a place, I promise... Hang on, there's something up ahead," Ema said, her voice a whisper. As they turned a corner, the pulsating walls gave way to a more inviting sight. A doorway loomed before them, framed by intricately carved stone that seemed out of place in this twisted labyrinth. Beyond the doorway lay a chamber, bathed in a warm, flickering light. Ema's amber eyes widened in surprise as she took in the scene. The chamber was richly furnished, with ornate rugs and cushions scattered across the floor. A large, crackling fireplace dominated one wall, casting a golden glow over the room. But what drew Ema's gaze was the sight of a plump, freshly baked loaf of bread, sitting invitingly on a wooden trivet beside the fire.
"Sasha," she said quietly, her amber eyes lingering on the bread, "this place is too damn convenient. Like it's trying to lure us in, make us let our guard down."
Sasha looked at the bread, then back at Ema, her hazel eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You think it's a trap? Poisoned or something?"
Ema shrugged, her cat ears twitching thoughtfully. "Could be. But if it is, I can heal us. My powers extend to poisons and toxins, remember?"
Sasha nodded, her gaze still fixed on the bread. "Yeah, I remember. But still, we should be careful. This tower is fucked up, Ema. But... If this is a trap, we're already caught. I'm fucking starving, and that bread looks delicious," Sasha said, her hazel eyes gleaming with a mixture of suspicion and hunger.
Ema shrugged and, after a moment's hesitation, tore a chunk from the loaf. She took a bite, her amber eyes closing briefly in pleasure as the soft, warm bread melted in her mouth. She swallowed and let out a soft hum of satisfaction. "Mmm, it's good. Really good."
Sasha let out a low groan, her self-restraint crumbling. "Fuck it," she muttered, snatching the bread from Ema's hand. She tore off a large chunk and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing greedily. "Damn, that's good," she mumbled around the mouthful of bread.
"But, uh, speaking of healing powers..." Sasha trailed off, her hazel eyes flicking to Ema's concerned face. "I took a bit of a beating from those tentacle spiders. Could you... could you heal me, Ema?" She gestured to the bruises and scratches marring her otherwise flawless skin, her breath hitching slightly as she tugged the remnants of her belly shirt away from a particularly nasty laceration.
Ema's amber eyes softened with concern, her cat ears twitching as she took in the extent of Sasha's injuries. She nodded, setting the bread aside and reaching out to brush a gentle fingertip over Sasha's battered forearm. "Of course, love. I've got you," Ema whispered, a soft glow beginning to emanate from her fingertips as she placed her hands on Sasha's shoulders. She stood behind her partner, her lithe form pressed close, and began to channel her healing magic into Sasha's wounds. The air between them shimmered with a soft, ethereal light, as Ema's power flowed forth, eager to soothe and mend.
However, as the healing warmth spread through Sasha's body, Ema felt an unexpected and unwelcome sensation. Her womb clenched, a shiver of pleasure shooting through her core as the mimic parasite within her stirred to life once more. She gritted her teeth, her cat ears flattening against her head as she struggled to maintain her focus on the spell.
"Ema, what is it?" Sasha asked, her voice laced with concern as she felt her partner's grip on her shoulders tighten. "Are you alright?" Sasha asked, her brow furrowing as she felt Ema's grip on her shoulders tighten.
"Yes, it's nothing," Ema reassured her, as she tried to regain control of the healing spell. Despite her efforts, the pulsating sensation in her womb only intensified, the mimic parasite's writhing tendrils sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She gritted her teeth, her amber eyes squeezed shut as she fought to maintain her focus. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She couldn't let Sasha see her like this, couldn't let her worry. "I'm fine," she insisted, her cat ears twitching as she fought to steady her voice. "Just... just hold still, Sasha," Ema gasped, her grip on her partner's shoulders loosening as she struggled to suppress the waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Let the magic work, please." She poured more of her healing energy into Sasha, pushing back against the insidious tendrils of the mimic parasite that sought to claim her focus. The warmth of her magic encompassed Sasha, her wounds knitting together swiftly as Ema's power worked its wonders. The bruises and scratches faded, the lacerations sealed shut, leaving behind smooth, unmarred skin. Sasha's breath hitched as the last of her pain dissipated.
"Wow, Ema, that's incredible." she murmured. She opened her eyes and smiled at Ema, her expression softening. "You should see the other guy, though. Those tentacle spiders were no joke. I managed to take out a few, after you... well you know."
Ema forced a smile, her amber eyes flickering with a mix of concern and unease. She knew that Sasha was eager to share the details of her battle, but Ema's mind was elsewhere, consumed by the insistent throbbing of the mimic parasite within her. She needed to hide her condition, needed to appear strong and unaffected, even as her body betrayed her.
"Tell me about it." she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
As Sasha launched into her tale of battle, Ema felt the insidious tendrils do their vile work. She gasped, masking her reaction as if in response to her partner's tale, as the creature in her womb, slick and sinuous, forced wonderful, terrible pleasures upon her. She clenched her jaw, and focused on controlling her breathing, as the tentacles invaded her, rubbing against her clit with an insistent, maddening rhythm.
"There was this one tentacle spider, huge fucker, must've been ten times the size of the others," Sasha said, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the battle. "I thought I was a goner, you know? But then I remembered this trick my old sparring partner taught me. I sidestepped just as the thing lunged, and when it missed, I jammed my sword right up its fucking ass. The thing shrieked, and its body spasmed as my blade skewered it through. Stupid fucker never saw it coming."
Ema heard Sasha's words, but they were distant, muffled by the growing sensation in her core. H.er cat ears twitching with a mix of pleasure and discomfort as she did her best to look proud and impressed.
The tentacles Were relentless. She felt wetness trickle down her thughs. She felt her nipples harden, her breasts swelling against the thin fabric of her robe, which was now damp and clinging to her skin. The pleasure building within her was undeniable, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, disguising it as a cheer for Sasha's victory. "Ohh! That's amazing, Sasha!" Ema exclaimed, her voice breathless and eager, her cat ears twitching with a mixture of excitement and discomfort.
Sasha grinned, her hazel eyes gleaming with pride as she recounted her tale. "Damn right, it was! It was a close call, but I managed to turn the tables on that fucker." As Sasha finished her tale with a smug grin, Ema felt the tentacles retreat back into her womb, leaving her with a hollow, aching emptiness. But the sensation was fleeting, for she could feel the parasite growing and shifting within her, its presence becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. She swallowed hard, trying to push the discomfort aside as Sasha continued to speak. "And so, my dear Ema, I believe it's my turn to sleep first. After all, I did rescue you from those nasty little creatures, didn't I?" Sasha's hazel eyes sparkled with amusement, but Ema could see the exhaustion lurking beneath the surface.
Ema forced a laugh, her amber eyes flickering with a mix of concern and unease. "Oh, so that's how it is, is it? Very well, you win, Sasha. But only because you're so exhausted," Ema replied, her amber eyes sparkling with a mix of concern and amusement. She nodded towards the nearest cushion, a plush, velvety mound that looked infinitely more inviting than the hard stone floor. "You rest there, and I'll keep watch. If anything gets too close, I'll wake you up."
Sasha nodded gratefully, her hazel eyes already growing heavy with exhaustion. "Thanks, Ema. I won't be long. Just need to clean this slime and blood off my body." With that, she began to peel off the tattered remnants of her clothing, stripping naked in front of Ema with barely a thought to modesty. As she stood there, her flawless skin glistened with the remnants of the tentacle spiders' filth, her wounds already healed from Ema's ministrations.
Ema averted her gaze, her cat ears twitching with a mixture of discomfort and concern. She had seen Sasha naked countless times before, but something about the raw, primal way her partner stood there—exposed and vulnerable—struck a chord within her. The air was thick with the scent of sex and musk, the pulsating walls seeming to throb in time with Ema's heartbeat.
She felt a sudden surge of desire, her body heating up as the mimic parasite within her stirred and grew. The distant voice of the Master echoed in her mind, urgent and insistent. "Fuck her, Ema. Fuck your friend. Give in to the pleasure." Ema gasped, her amber eyes widening with shock and horror as the Master's command resonated within her. She recoiled, her cat ears flattening against her head as she fought to resist the insidious urge. "No!" she cried internally. "I won't do it! I won't give in to you, you filthy fucker!" Sasha, who had been calmly wiping herself with a damp towel was completely unaware of Ema's internal struggles.
As she draped the towel over a nearby cushion, her hazel eyes tired but content, she let out a soft sigh. "Thanks again, Ema. I don't know what I'd do without you." She smiled wearily, her gaze softening as she looked at her partner. "You're a lifesaver, you know that?"
Ema forced a smile, her amber eyes meeting Sasha's gaze briefly before flickering away. She tried to keep her voice steady, her breath hitching slightly as the tentacles within her began to stir once more. "That's what I'm here for, love," she said softly, her cat ears twitching with a mix of concerned and discomfort.
As Sasha stretched out on the cushion, her naked body gleaming softly in the dim light, Ema felt a fresh wave of desire wash over her.
The tentacles within her, emboldened by the Master's command, began to churn and writhe, their slick surface sliding against her inner walls with insistent pressure. "Fuck her, Ema," the Master's voice echoed in her mind, a dark, insidious whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Make her mine, just as you are mine." Ema's breath hitched, her cat ears twitching with a mix of shame and desire as she struggled to resist the Master's command. She looked at Sasha, her amber eyes filled with a jumble of emotions—love, concern, and a dark, forbidden yearning.
Her partner lay on the cushion, her breathing steady and even, her naked form bathed in the dim, flickering light. Ema's cat ears twitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to resist the tide of desire that threatened to drown her. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white with the force of her internal struggle. "I can't. I won't." The thought of succumbing to the parasite's will was abhorrent, but the desire was so intense, so all-consuming that it was becoming increasingly difficult to fight. She could feel the tentacles within her, writhing and pulsating, their slick surfaces sliding against her inner walls with an insistent rhythm.
She gritted her teeth, her cat ears flattening against her head as she fought to hold back the rising tide of pleasure. She knew that if she gave in, if she let herself succumb to the parasite's will, it would only strengthen its grip on her, further corrupting her mind and body. And she couldn't let that happen, not just for her own sake, but for her father's as well. The thought of her father, his kind face and gentle smile, was like a cold shower, dampening the flames of her desire. "I wont cum!" she hissed internally, her resolve wavering.
Despite her best efforts, her body was a traitor, her nipples hardening, her hips arching involuntarily. She could feel the slick, cold touch of the tentacles on her clit, teasing and tormenting her with unyielding precision. The pleasure built, a relentless tide that threatened to drown her in its ecstasy. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her cat ears twitching with a desperate, primal need. The Master's voice echoed in her mind, insistent and commanding, "Fuck her, Ema. Give in to the pleasure... make her mine." And despite her best efforts, Ema knew she was losing the battle. Her body convulsed, her back arching as the tentacles worked their magic, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Her body shook violently, the orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her gasping and spent. But the relief was short-lived, for as she came down from the high, she felt a new sensation—a twisted, alien sensation that was not her own. The mimic parasite was growing, its tendrils writhing and pulsating as it fed on her sexual energies, corrupting her very soul.
With each passing moment, Ema could feel it swelling within her, a monstrous presence that seemed to absorb the very essence of her being. The tentacles retreated, slithering back into the depths of her womb, leaving her with a hollow, aching emptiness. She gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt her belly growing and expanding at an alarming rate. The parasite's insidious touch was replaced by an intense, warmth that radiated throughout her lower abdomen, a sensation that was both intoxicating and otherworldly.
Ema stifled a scream, her amber eyes wide with shock and horror as she looked down at her recently expanded belly. It was round and firm, a parody of pregnancy.
She stared at it, her amber eyes wide with shock and disbelief. That was when she looked at Sasha, who was sleeping peacefully on the cushion, her chest rising and falling with each soft breath. Ema's heart skipped a beat as she realized the implications—how on earth was she going to keep this from her partner?
She had to hide this, had to keep Sasha from seeing just how badly the parasite was consuming her. With trembling hands, Ema reached down and rearranged her robe, pulling the fabric taut across her abdomen, trying her best to hide the growing bump. She took a deep breath, and began cleaning herself off with a damp towel.
She walked over to her sleeping partner. She gently shook Sasha's shoulder, her voice soft and reassuring. "Sasha, love, it's time for me to sleep now. You keep watch, alright? We don't know what might be lurking in this place."
Sasha stirred, her hazel eyes fluttering open as she looked up at Ema. She gave a small nod, her voice hoarse with sleep. "Yeah, okay. " she mumbled, her words slurred with fatigue. Ema gave a small smile, her amber eyes filled with concern. "Yes, love. wake me if anything happens, " With that, she made her way to the cushion, her movements slow and deliberate.
She lay down, her back to Sasha, taking care to hide her newly expanded stomach from her partner's view. The mimic parasite within her stirred then stilled. Ema could feel it throbbing with a life, a twisted, alien presence warm but unwanted. She closed her eyes, her eys as she struggled to block out the sensation. Exhaustion and the residual effects of the parasite's manipulation tugged at her, pulling her towards the welcome embrace of sleep.
Ema's dreams were restless, filled with shadowy figures and twisted landscapes that seemed to shift and change with each passing moment. As she drifted deeper into the dreamscape, she found herself standing in a vast, cavernous chamber. The walls were slick and wet, the air thick with the scent of musk and sex. She knew, with a sickening certainty, that she was in the Master's domain. The figure that loomed before her was tall and imposing, his form shrouded in darkness, save for a pair of eyes that burned like embers in the gloom. "Ema," he whispered, his voice a chorus of sinister whispers that seemed to echo through her very soul. "You are mine. Come to me, my pet." The tentacles within her stirred, their slick surfaces sliding against her inner walls with insistent pressure.
Ema's breath hitched, her cat ears twitching with a mix of shame and desire as she felt the Master's command resonating within her. The voice echoed, but no, not her Master, the Master of the parasite, the one that was corrupting her from within. She moaned, soft and low, her body arching as the pleasure built, a relentless tide that threatened to drown her in its ecstasy. Ema's mind rebelled, screaming at her to resist, to fight against the parasite's will. But her body was a traitor, her hips undulating, her clit throbbing with an aching need. She could almost see the Master, standing before her in the shadows of her dream. His form was indistinct, but his eyes, those burning orbs of darkness, bore into her very soul.
Ema tried to turn away, to resist the insidious allure of his command, but her body was not her own. She felt a cold, clammy hand on her shoulder, and she was spun around, her gaze falling upon a sight that made her heart clench with fear and desire. Sasha lay before her, naked and vulnerable, her form bathed in the sickly, dim light of the dreamscape. Her hazel eyes were closed in the deep sleep of the innocent, her breath coming in soft, steady sighs as she lay sprawled and exposed. "Take her," the Master hissed, his voice a venomous whisper that seeped into her very being. "Claim her, Ema. Take what is yours." Ema's cat ears twitched, her amber eyes wide with horror and shame as the Master's command resonated within her.
But just as suddenly, she felt a surge of resistance, a spark of her true self igniting within her, pushing back against the parasite's will. With a desperate cry, she wrenched herself away from the Master's grasp, her body convulsing as she fought to regain control. The tentacles within her writhed and churned, their slick surfaces sliding against her inner walls with an insistent, maddening rhythm. But Ema was no longer a passive vessel, no longer a slave to their touch. She gritted her teeth, her cat ears flattening against her head as she focused all her will, all her strength, on one desperate goal—to resist, to fight back, to reclaim her body as her own.
The pleasure that had been building within her, the orgasm threatened to consume her. Now it crested, crashing over Ema like a tidal wave, leaving her moaning openly, her body twitching and convulsing as the ecstasy tore through her. Her amber eyes, wide with shock and pleasure, stared at Sasha, her partner who lay before her, unknowing and unaware of the battle that raged within Ema's mind and body.
Ema's moans grew louder, her cat ears twitching with a desperate, primal need that she could not control. The tentacles within her, now glistening with her sexual energy, writhed and pulsated, their slick surfaces sliding against her inner walls with an insistent, maddening rhythm. She could not fight it, could not resist the pleasure that was tearing through her.
Ema's body convulsed, her hips bucking as the tentacles within her writhed and pulsated. With a gasp, she looked down, her amber eyes widening in shock and horror. A mesh of thin, transparent tentacles was emerging from her pussy, writhing and twisting like a living, alien vine. They were slick and glistening, their surfaces shimmering with the reflected light that bathed the chamber. The sight was both repulsive and profoundly arousing, and Ema knew, with a sickening certainty, that the mimic parasite was taking over, consuming her very essence from the inside out.
She watched, transfixed and horrified, as the tentacles merged and twisted, forming a grotesque parody of underwear. The material was slick and translucent, seemingly composed of the same writhing, pulsating flesh that made up the rest of the creature. The garment was a mockery of her own, that clung to her like a second skin. Ema's amber eyes widened in shock and revulsion, her cat ears twitching with a desperate, primal fear.
She jolted awake, hand instictivly reaching under her robes for her groin. The tentacle panties were real, slick surfaces plastered against her like a second, repulsive skin. She gasped, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to rip the abomination from her body, but her hands refused the commands she gave them. She stared at her growing belly, her amber eyes wide with horror, her mind racing with a single, terrifying question—how long would it be before the parasite consumed her entirely? Her cat ears flicked nervously, her amber eyes looled over her shoulder at her dear friend, Sasha.