"Hey, Amira. That town Lily's from. Where was it again?"

"You're going to do something reckless, aren't you?"

"I'm going to hurt someone because I hate them. I'm going to do that. But reckless? No. I don't think so."

Amira pauses for a long moment. 

"... You do understand that Lily's creator is protected, yes? Both by his personal bodyguards and by the law. If you touch him or anything he owns and it's traced back to you, you'll be imprisoned, enslaved or worse. You can't fight all of Bell Kingdom."

Watch me.

If the Bell Kingdom would rather protect the monster responsible for what Kamryn just witnessed than protect all of the world, THEY CAN BURN TOO.

No, if it comes to that, Kamryn knows that the mission is more important. Even if the thing Kamryn just witnessed was as horrifying in its own way as anything the Red Queen's ever done, there's only one of it.

So far.

Now there's a disturbing thought. What if Maxwell builds another Lily, and this happens again?

"Yes. I know that."

Kamryn takes a breath. Calm. Cold. Think it through.

"You're blind to the monstrous thing that just happened, aren't you, what this Maxwell did to Lily just now. I'm a Lust-Esper. I have the same telepathic sense for desire and pleasure that all Tentacled have, and I'm really glad none of my companions were paying attention, because... You couldn't feel it, but it was... beyond evil. I'm going to make sure Maxwell never does it again. You can either help me or get out of my way."

"I'm not blind."

Amira sighs. "If you must do this, be neat about it. Few serve that kind of lord by choice. Make it look accidental if you can. And don't get caught. If you're caught your word to my lord is instantly suspect and the entire attempt to get Bell to wake up will be hampered significantly."

She crosses her arms. "That said... It's Velria. What you do with that information is on your own conscience."

"Velria."

"Thank you."

Kamryn takes a long, slow breath.

Then she gets up and lets herself into the bedroom, leaving the door open behind her for Amira.

Amira... hesitates. 

She should get used to this, she knows that, but...

But nothing. She'll have sex if she has to to save the damn world.

Honestly, what is she thinking?

... She exhales, and goes through the door, clothes still on.

The curvy, firmly-muscled form of Marta is sprawled sideways over the leftward bed, her back arched, her hips and ass suspended off the quilt by the grip of Uuloo's maw, which is latched tightly onto Marta's crotch.

Marta shivers and writhes at the inescapable grasp as the Seducer's tentacle-tongues take complete control of and furiously plunder her holes. Things that latch on to her groin and pleasure her no matter how she squirms are the hottest things ever.

She channels the excitement and pleasure into licking the fuck out of the delicious Gazer girl's pussy, gripping tight to those slick, slim, lavender hips and mauling that bouncy little butt as she feverishly eats the femme-Tentacled out.

The compactly-built green-skinned young man that is Corvo has reached a truly undignified pitch of moaning, but he could not care less.

His hands are filled with the soft, slick, bouncy flesh of the most succulent ass he's ever seen let alone fucked. His hips are hammering into that ass hard enough to make a really satisfying clup-clap-clup, filling the room with the sound of flesh bouncing off of flesh. A thick, slippery, smooth, fleshy, thing is pistoning in and out of his ass, the slimy tentacle violating him deeply and squeezing the cum out of him like juice from a fruit. He cums, so hard he loses all control of his legs as Uuloo's pussy sucks the cum out of his erupting cock, but that doesn't slow anything down at all, because, best of all, Corvo isn't the one moving his hips.

The enthusiastic Armor Mimic is wrapped around him from the waist down, living metal pulled back and to the sides to expose the swarm of slimy purple tentacles coiled around his legs and hips, supporting him, fucking him, and controlling his thrusts.

His eyes briefly lift from Uuloo's delectable ass to find Yosaphen's cyclopean eye staring at him out of her upside-down face, the Gazer bending backward while riding Marta's face. His throat feels dry and hollow, the part of him that Tentacled can hear crying out for oral violation, and the Gazer's slimy black tongue shoots out, stuffing itself into Corvo's mouth and sliding down his throat, and he sucks on it like candy, swallowing convulsively.

On the rightward bed, a petite catgirl is bouncing up and down on the gorgeous pillar of massive phallic fuckmeat that the shapeshifting tentacle girl made just for Sasha. The thing is bigger than her thigh and brutalizes the depths her tender pussy every time she slams down onto it to impale herself to her limit.

Her whole body is glistening with sweat and stops for a moment to shudder in ecstasy every time she bottoms out and her wildly stretched pussylips kiss the Changeling's mound. Talance has stopped having breasts or a face or legs, those parts of her body unraveling into dozens of slimy red tentacles that caress Sasha's body, steadying her as she bounces and coiled around her neck to help lift her on each stroke, gripping tightly without choking her, in a way reminiscent of a kitten being lifted by its scruff. It's perverse but weirdly wholesome and Sasha is just not thinking about anything but how good it feels.

Bridging the two halves of the room, Lygos' upper half has a pair of tentacle mouths latched on to Sasha's modest tits, sucking hard at each of her nipples, tugging one, then the other. Talance has several tentacles caressing Corvo's chest and wrapped around Uuloo's waist, too.

Kamryn walks right into the middle of them without hesitation.

The glow of pleasure coming off of them draws her in, washing over her like a warm bath, and she sinks into it with relish.

The currents of desire flow around her and pull her toward Marta. Kamryn crawls onto the leftward bed where she can reach under Yosaphen and start suckling and fondling Marta's neglected breasts.

Several tentacles peel away from Corvo to wind around Kamryn's thighs and waist.

A pair of thick, phallic tentacles slither out and then plunge into Kamryn's pussy and ass, driving their slick purple lengths deep into Kamryn's body and fucking her hard. Then harder, then harder, Lygos pulled by Kamryn's screaming need for overwhelming intensity.

Incomprehensible to the three Adventurers, "...hey, did something happen? You're in an unusual mood."

Kamryn's body shakes with the force of Lygos' tentacles ravaging her holes, her body dragged up toward orgasm in seconds.

Even as she's rapidly forced into orgasm, Kamryn replies with an I-lost-flora-word and an it-was-bad, and then moans a failure-bad-enough-to-change-my-priorities, all while her lips are fastened around Marta's nipple.

As the peak of Kamryn's first orgasm recedes and Lygos' tentacles slow down to a more sustainable pace, Kamryn finally pulls her mouth off of Marta's tit.

"Alright so, Sable was supposed to negotiate on your behalf but the other job got, uh, urgent before we could talk about that," Kamryn says, to Marta, then turns her head toward Corvo and Sasha. "We want to hire on allies for our journey into the Consumed, and we want to be hired to undertake that journey on behalf of the safety of the world, if I understand how this works?"

Marta makes a distracted, confused noise in Yosaphen's pussy.

Corvo's delirious gaze manages to meet Kamryn's, but he just makes a questioning noise around Yosaphen's tongue.

Sasha doesn't even hear Kamryn speak. Either that or she's ignoring it.

Okay, to be fair, it took Kamryn weeks of living among the Tentacled before she learned to move her thoughts with the cycle of continuous sex instead of having pleasure and other thoughts competing for mental space. Kamryn is aware that she is probably more talented at that than most people, even most people who choose to become Tentacle Lovers.

Still, it isn't that difficult to talk and cum at the same time, is it? These adventurers do all seem relatively comfortable with, and open to, their own sexual desires. For outlanders.

"Sable had to leave," Kamryn repeats, speaking louder. "You'll need to hear us out, and decide, yourselves."

Sasha's body rises slowly, her entire abdominal cavity deflating a little as Talance's massive cock slides out until just the tip is plugging up her pelvis.

"U-uh... N-Now?"

She drops, hard, eyes rolling up in her head, arms hanging limp, legs and body trembling and convulsing as the massive shaft plunges back in.

"Apparently not," Kamryn deadpans, and goes back to sucking on Marta's nipple while Lygos' tentacles massage her insides.

It's annoying, that they can't pay attention, that their immersion in the lust is so shallow that a distraction would break them out of it. Kamryn's mind keeps replaying what happened to Lily's lusts, over and over, the horror of what Maxwell wrought. She can't relax, and put it aside, even though she knows she should. She wants to go now, even though she knows she can't.

The dissonance within herself cracks the control she has over her lust-aura, frustration at the delay adding pressure against her sexual desires, radiating those feelings out into the air around her. Rather than reign that in, Kamryn seizes on and feeds her own radiance, pushing it outward on purpose.

Her lust-aura spills out and fills the room.

The non-Tentacled in the room all let out sudden whines of wounded need, and a moment later all the fucking accelerates significantly.

For the next several minutes after that, Marta, Corvo, and Sasha all lock up in orgasm simultaneously, shaking and convulsing as the intensity overwhelms them. Marta squirts into Uuloo's maw, Corvo floods Uuloo's pussy with cum as his eyes roll up in his head and his body spasms, and Sasha screams after a good forty-five seconds of total silence, impaled fully on Talance's massive phallus.

Amira sits and watches, occupied with her own thoughts. The sudden surge of the lust aura... doesn't really help. 

It would be nice to not think for a little while. 

She doesn't get what she wants, though.

Kamryn pulls her lust-aura back into herself quickly as Lygos' tentacles drive her to another orgasm of her own.

Following the sated mood, everyone but Yosaphen slows down, with the Gazer only following along mock-reluctantly a few moments later. Kamryn nuzzles Marta's squishy tit as she waits for everyone to settle into the lull.

"Alright, so. If I understand how this works, we want to hire on allies for our journey into the Consumed, and we want to be hired to undertake that journey on behalf of the safety of the world. Sable had to leave early, so you'll need to decide for yourselves if you want to be our allies on that journey."

Marta shivers with an aftershock as Uuloo's maw sucks gently at her loins. She takes one of Yosaphen's pussylips between the lips of her mouth and worries it playfully.

"I'm probably in. But lets hear some details. What's the job, exactly?"

"Oh, just a simple trip into the most dangerous place in the Realm where you'll have to help protect us from violently insane orgy-communities and possibly suffer permanent mental damage in the course of helping us investigate the mystery of the Consumed's stolen Heart, which is also violently insane for all we know, and fix whatever's wrong with it so it can go home."

"Before even that, we need to get past the Blackthorn Empire."

Kamryn sits up so she can face everyone at once.

"We believe that the Red Queen is getting her power from the Wound, the place where the Heart was originally taken from the Red. If the Heart can be reclaimed, we believe it could be used to heal the Wound, which would take away the Red Queen's power."