She smiled warmly, and her fingertips dragged down her face before she settled her hand beneath Romana's chin, which she raises her up by, letting her stare directly into her eyes.

"Edge for me, Romana." 

The moment she heard her order, her pussy and breasts went alight with pleasure, tensing and mewling as she struggled to stare into her eyes. 

"You can feel it, can't you? The way that my words, my voice, my scent, my body bring you pleasure and let me control you."

She frantically nods, shivering and brushing against her nose but making sure to stay in the warm embrace of her touch.

"If you touch my cock, you will orgasm. You hold my naked breasts, you will orgasm. If I touch your sex, you will orgasm. And that is just the beginning of the pleasure I can bring you. Do you understand?"

nodnodnodnodnodnodnodnodnod.

"If I do what you ask, your mind will shatter. You will be broken in as my slut. Do you understand, Romana?" 

Her voice is sensually soft and warm, this time, the commanding tones fading into the background resonances.

Her eyes roll back up in her head and mewlingly nods as she tries to grind her needy pussy against Amber's dick.

Her hand gently pat Romana's head, grinning slightly at her reaction. 

"You've been a very good girl, hanging on through all of this."

She gently pecks her lips, letting a little bit of her saliva slide into her mouth, as she reaches out and grabs an odd shining ball.

Suddenly, her thoughts are much clearer, the haze of lust clearing a little. 

"mm...?"

She pants softly, chest heaving as she feels how sweaty she is. 

"This is a self-core. If you touch it, you'll be able to have a partition of yourself go through this - a different instance of you - and once you're done, you'll go back to just being you. The memories will slowly diffuse over, as you can handle it." 

She offers her other hand, this one empty.

"And if you don't you'll be made to worship me, to love me, to crave every little trace of me above all else, for months before you have a chance to adapt and 'get back to normal'. I'll take care of you and respect you and give you the time of your life, if you do." 

"The choice is yours, Romana."

She takes a long, deep breath, quivering with lust, eyes dancing across the room. She paused for a moment then...

She reached out, touching the self-core. 

The world faded out into an endless stark white, then...

She crashed back into reality, cumming explosively as the faintest trace of the thousands of orgasms washed over, stacking on top of each other to fill her with pleasure.

Dancing in the air when she came back to focus was a simple note. 

I hope to have a chance to enjoy again someday. But for now, enjoy your gifts~ <3

- Amber

She let out a soft blushy sigh as she curled up.

That was... a lot, wow. 

She could still feel the aftercare potion in her system working to make sure that she was alright after the time she had spent, and she still felt so warm from the flush spread throughout her body, but there was still a little drop. 

...She curled up deeper into the covers she felt around her, and glanced around to see if there was anything else that she had left for herself.

There was a cup full of a gelantinous blue fluid clearly labelled a 'tentapet', a six-pack of Endless Thermoses of Preservation and Dilution with small labels written across the top in golden lettering, and two sealed letters. 

She flushes hard as she glances over the thermoses, finding that they are... 

exactly what she expected and wow is that embarrassing and too much for her right now so...

She gently uncaps the tentapet, and lets out a soft tense sigh.

The tentapet plopped out of the jar after it stretched out to form a tentacle, then blobbed on the floor before wobbling inquisitively.

She smiled softly at it's cuteness, and gently beckoned it forward.

The blob trembled, then slowly slid over to her, until it pounced on her, reducing the firmness of it's barrier so it splashed on her instead of bowling her over, and hardened and shifted to wrap around her chest. 

She let out a small contented sigh as she felt the coolness hit her skin, shivering and sighing softly.

...She wrapped her arms around the mass of it.

The tentapet wiggled and slid across her chest, and hugged her back, tentacles firmly wrapping around her chest, clinging against her slightly sweaty skin.

She rocked gently, curling up as she held it tighter and stared down at her newly... robust bust. 

She shivered a little as the membrane brushed across her nipple softly. 

Her hands digged into the flesh of it, hands raking through the material, pawing at it as she kept it close.