Ril awakens, she has no memory before this moment. She feels her body her limbs are being held, and caressed by something gentle. It's nice in a way. Then the vagina on her top left tentacle gets penetrated. This is unwelcome. This is wrong. She shivers, she thrashes, she lets out a mental scream. She's dropped, not far just a couple centimeters onto a bed of flesh. She's not being held anymore. The pit she's in radiates confusion at her distress. Confusion and an apology. She converts her tentacles into limbs and wraps them around her body curling into a ball.

Suddenly she convulses, she feels suddenly good in a way that is completely at odds with the rest of her experience. She doesn't like it. Eventually the convulsions pass. Some time later she uncurls herself and tries to take stalk of who and what she is. She's a tentacled blood entite. She somehow knows this instinctively. She examines her body, starting with her limbs, she has six attached to the sides of her torso and another two attached to the bottom. She seems to be able to switch them between being humanoid limbs and tentacles. The humanoid limbs feel safer. They don't have vaginas to be penetrated.

The next obvious thing is that she has glowing tattoos all over her body, the gentle blue glow of the tattoos matches the glow emanating from her crotch and contrasts rather prettily with her crimson flesh. She doesn't know what the tattoos do, she doesn't have the instinctive knowledge about them she seems to have about some other parts of her body. She's disappointed to not that she still has a vagina at her crotch and doesn't seem to be able to morph it away like she can hide the ones on her limbs.

Except she can, if she really wants to, that same strange knowledge guides her to sense her magical core and whispers the names of the runenodes associated with fleshcrafting. A part of her knows that this is a terrible idea. The worse possible idea. She does it anyway. She whispers an incantation her first incantation. She has an idea of what she wants, maybe that's enough.

PAIN

Thankfully the pain is enough to stop her spell before it does more damage.

She does succeed at sealing off her crotch but in the process she inflicts subtle problems across the entirety of her body. Moving hurts. She blacks out.

Ril awakens, she has no memory before this moment. She feels her body her limbs are being held, and caressed by something gentle. It's nice in a way. Then the vagina on her top left tentacle gets penetrated. This is unwelcome. This is wrong. She shivers, she thrashes, she lets out a mental scream. She's dropped, not far just a couple centimeters onto a bed of flesh. She's not being held anymore. The pit she's in radiates confusion at her distress. Confusion and an apology. She converts her tentacles into limbs and wraps them around her body curling into a ball.

Suddenly she convulses, she feels suddenly good in a way that is completely at odds with the rest of her experience. She doesn't like it. Eventually the convulsions pass. Some time later she uncurls herself and tries to take stalk of who and what she is. She's a tentacled blood entite. She somehow knows this instinctively. She examines her body, starting with her limbs, she has six attached to the sides of her torso and another two attached to the bottom. She seems to be able to switch them between being humanoid limbs and tentacles. The humanoid limbs feel safer. They don't have vaginas to be penetrated.

The next obvious thing is that she has glowing tattoos all over her body, the gentle blue glow of the tattoos matches the glow emanating from her crotch and contrasts rather prettily with her crimson flesh. She doesn't know what the tattoos do, she doesn't have the instinctive knowledge about them she seems to have about some other parts of her body. She's disappointed to not that she still has a vagina at her crotch and doesn't seem to be able to morph it away like she can hide the ones on her limbs.

Except she can, if she really wants to, that same strange knowledge guides her to sense her magical core and whispers the names of the runenodes associated with fleshcrafting. A part of her knows that this is a terrible idea. The worse possible idea. She does it anyway. She whispers an incantation her first incantation. She has an idea of what she wants, maybe that's enough.

PAIN

Thankfully the pain is enough to stop her spell before it does more damage.

Ril awakens, she has no memory before this moment. She feels her body her limbs are being held, and caressed by something gentle. It's nice in a way. Then the vagina on her top left tentacle gets penetrated. This is unwelcome. This is wrong. She shivers, she thrashes, she lets out a mental scream. She's dropped, not far just a couple centimeters onto a bed of flesh. She's not being held anymore. The pit she's in radiates confusion at her distress. Confusion and an apology. She converts her tentacles into limbs and wraps them around her body curling into a ball.

Suddenly she convulses, she feels suddenly good in a way that is completely at odds with the rest of her experience. She doesn't like it. Eventually the convulsions pass. Some time later she uncurls herself and tries to take stalk of who and what she is. She's a tentacled blood entite. She somehow knows this instinctively. She examines her body, starting with her limbs, she has six attached to the sides of her torso and another two attached to the bottom. She seems to be able to switch them between being humanoid limbs and tentacles. The humanoid limbs feel safer. They don't have vaginas to be penetrated.

The next obvious thing is that she has glowing tattoos all over her body, the gentle blue glow of the tattoos matches the glow emanating from her crotch and contrasts rather prettily with her crimson flesh. She doesn't know what the tattoos do, she doesn't have the instinctive knowledge about them she seems to have about some other parts of her body. She's disappointed to not that she still has a vagina at her crotch and doesn't seem to be able to morph it away like she can hide the ones on her limbs.

Except she can, if she really wants to, that same strange knowledge guides her to sense her magical core and whispers the names of the runenodes associated with fleshcrafting. A part of her knows that this is a terrible idea. The worse possible idea. She does it anyway. She whispers an incantation her first incantation. She has an idea of what she wants, maybe that's enough.

PAIN

Thankfully the pain is enough to stop her spell before it does more damage.

She blacks out.

Ril awakens, she has no memory before this moment. She feels her body her limbs are being held, and caressed by something gentle. It's nice in a way. Then the vagina on her top left tentacle gets penetrated. This is unwelcome. This is wrong. She shivers, she thrashes, she lets out a mental scream. She's dropped, not far just a couple centimeters onto a bed of flesh. She's not being held anymore. The pit she's in radiates confusion at her distress. Confusion and an apology. She converts her tentacles into limbs and wraps them around her body curling into a ball.

Suddenly she convulses, she feels suddenly good in a way that is completely at odds with the rest of her experience. She doesn't like it. Eventually the convulsions pass. Some time later she uncurls herself and tries to take stalk of who and what she is. She's a tentacled blood entite. She somehow knows this instinctively. She examines her body, starting with her limbs, she has six attached to the sides of her torso and another two attached to the bottom. She seems to be able to switch them between being humanoid limbs and tentacles. The humanoid limbs feel safer. They don't have vaginas to be penetrated.

The next obvious thing is that she has glowing tattoos all over her body, the gentle blue glow of the tattoos matches the glow emanating from her crotch and contrasts rather prettily with her crimson flesh. She doesn't know what the tattoos do, she doesn't have the instinctive knowledge about them she seems to have about some other parts of her body. She's disappointed to not that she still has a vagina at her crotch and doesn't seem to be able to morph it away like she can hide the ones on her limbs.

Except she can, if she really wants to, that same strange knowledge guides her to sense her magical core and whispers the names of the runenodes associated with fleshcrafting. A part of her knows that this is a terrible idea. The worse possible idea. She does it anyway. She whispers an incantation her first incantation. She has an idea of what she wants, maybe that's enough.

PAIN

She loses hold of the spell and it stops.

She blacks out.