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Sorry about that, Polly and I got a little carried away. It took long enough to fill what would have been chapter five, so I’m making an executive decision to skip ahead to six. Ahem.

Faith hadn’t seen Joy since they arrived, and had briefly spoken to Hope as she was coming inside earlier. Hope had said she was looking for Valerie, and had headed in the direction of the door Faith could only assume was the basement, she hadn’t seen her since. After exploring upstairs for a bit, and finding the haunted gramophone that was the source of the music playing throughout the house ─ along with several people who had just finished or were still in the process of having sex ─ she decided to check the basement for her wayward coven members.

Slipping through the door and closing it behind her, she removed her dark-tinted glasses and tucked them into a pocket inside her tattered tailcoat. It was dimly lit enough down there not to bother her rather sensitive eyes. From the top of the stairs, even without being able to see down there quite yet, she knew from the muffled moaning and gagging, and the copious lewd wet schlurping and shlicking sounds that some tentacle violation was taking place, with at least two participants. It was remarkable, the things you learned to recognize by sound alone when you spent long enough battling evil and/or chaotic arcane forces.

Descending slowly, keeping the weight of her footsteps toward the edges of the stairs which would be less likely to creak than the middle, she peered over the railing as she came out from behind the wall to confirm her suspicions. Zoe, dressed as Utena Tenjou in full duelist garb, sat on a sofa with an impressive swarm of tentacles deployed from her head holding both Hope and Valerie aloft almost to the ceiling.

Valerie, who seemed to unknowingly be competing with Faith for Most Obscure Costume and also Worst Color Palette, wore a green suit with a purple vest, white collared undershirt, red tie and brown shoes. She had a red spandex sleeve covering her tail to smooth down the fur, which was capped off at the end with a spaded tip to give it the appearance of a demon tail. There was a green bowler hat laying some distance away on the floor that presumably belonged to her as well, but had long since fallen off as she was roughly used by the tentacles surrounding and supporting her.

She laid more or less horizontally, face-up, with purple tentacles coiled around her waist, spread thighs and beneath her shoulders. The suit pants were tugged down around her ankles to enable her to spread her legs as two thick tentacles rammed her pussy and ass with deep, smooth strokes in an alternating rhythm. One had snaked its way under her shirt, between her breasts and out her loosened collar to thrust into her mouth and down her throat, while she eagerly stroked off two more hovering within range to either side of her. While Faith watched, the head of one swelled up as it gushed forth a substantial amount of sticky white cum over the side of Valerie’s already-coated face. She worked it vigorously with her hand while it came, and as soon as it slithered from her grasp a fresh one presented itself to take its place.

Hope was facedown, her black dress flipped up to partially cover the tentacles around her waist. Her legs were spread, bent at the knees to point her toes at the ceiling, firmly secured by tentacles wrapped around her thighs and calves. Faith wasn’t surprised to see Hope’s arms bound behind her back with a tentacle securing her wrists rather than putting her hands to work as Val was, she had long known Hope liked to be tied up. Her head was tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, gagging and drooling copiously as her small body was bounced viciously back and forth between the tentacle driving down her throat, making her neck bulge visibly around its girth, and the two hammering her tight little ass and pussy. The Coven all had their own creatures of the night that were their particular weakness, and tentacles were Hope’s much as Joy couldn’t help herself when it came to vampires.

Faith didn’t mind a good tentacle gangbang once in a blue moon, though her personal preferences skewed towards the cubi, lust demons. It was not to Hope and Val’s treatment that her eyes were principally drawn, however. Her gaze fixed itself upon Zoe where she sat on the couch, one leg removed from her little red shorts to leave them bunched around the other thigh so she could spread her legs and eagerly finger herself with her left hand as she gazed upwards at the other two girls. Hope and Val were too occupied to notice Faith as she silently descended the rest of the stairs and crossed the floor towards the sofa, and Zoe didn’t notice her until Faith’s shadow, cast by the single dingy yellow light bulb hanging from a chain in the center of the ceiling, fell over her.

“O-Oh, Faith, you’re mmmnph-?” Whatever she had been attempting to stammer was cut off as Faith knelt on the floor between her legs and leaned over to claim her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Faith slid one hand around to cup the back of Zoe’s neck while the other shooed her hand away from her dripping purple pussy lips. After the initial surprise wore off, Zoe seemed more than happy to let Faith take over. Zoe plied her tongue timidly against Faith’s as it confidently invaded her mouth.

That hand caressing the back of Zoe’s neck lingered for a few moments before falling away to slip inside Faith’s coat, to a deep side pocket containing a toy she’d brought with her. Not quite her favorite, but a good deal more portable and suited to a wider range of partners. As much as she savored wielding her monstrous eighteen inch black strap-on, it didn’t travel easily and Polly was about the only one who could take the whole thing anyway. What she produced from her pocket was a somewhat more reasonable eight inch feeldoe(the so-called “strapless strap-on”), though still rather stout in girth and capped with a bulbous head.

It certainly looked massive from Zoe’s perspective as the kiss was broken and she suddenly found the head of the gleaming black apparatus pressed to her lips. Faith, a seasoned domme, issued a single word of command in a tone that brooked no questioning of her will. “Suck.”

Zoe blushed furiously, her gaze held transfixed by Faith’s as she gave a nervous, excited little nod. Parting her lips and saying ‘ah’ like a good girl, she gagged as it was immediately thrust into her mouth and pushed to the back of her throat, giving her a somewhat more reserved taste of what she was serving up to her two willing playmates hanging above them. Her cheeks puffed out a bit, and she sucked as best she was able as Faith worked it smoothly in and out of her mouth, in rhythm with the two fingers now working Zoe’s tight, wet little pussy. “That’s it,” Faith murmured in a soft, even tone. Positive reinforcement to make Zoe crave her praise and approval. This might not get to be a regular thing, but she slipped easily into the habits of breaking in and training a new sub, deploying two of the most powerful words in the domme’s arsenal, “good girl. Get it nice and wet for where it’s going next.” Just in case it wasn’t perfectly obvious to where she was referring, Faith curled her fingers in the eldritch cutie’s snug pussy, rubbing the pad of her thumb over her clit.

It worked like a charm, of course. Zoe had read ─ and written ─ a good deal of fanfiction covering scenarios such as this, but feeling the forceful presence of a skilled domme’s personality in person, having it directed at her was something else entirely. Her heart raced, she worked her tongue eagerly against the length of black rubber pumping her mouth as though it could feel, wanting to do everything in her power to please her new…Mistress. Just saying the word to herself, even as inner monologue because her mouth was otherwise occupied, made her toes curl. Her heart raced, and she heard the moans and whimpers from Hope and Val rise in pitch, causing her to realize her excitement had let her tentacles get a little out of control and give it to them harder than was strictly playful for a few moments. Her cheeks burned with both arousal and embarassment at the misstep, quickly easing off the gas so to speak so that neither of them would be hurt.

Faith shoved it forward into the back of her mouth and left it parked there for a few moments and withdrew her fingers, leaving Zoe to buck her hips needfully and hump at empty air while she freed up both of her hands to drop trow. Unlike many of those in attendance, she hadn’t come here specifically looking to get laid, she was merely…open to the possibility, and as such hadn’t gone commando or worn particularly titillating underthings ─ just plain purple panties which dropped around her knees shortly after the pants.

Zoe coughed a bit as Faith extracted the toy from her mouth, thin strands of saliva bridging the head to her lips before Faith drew it far enough away. Bringing the bulb sticking up out of the topside near the base to her own pussy, she teased her lips with the tapered end and began to slowly push it into herself. She gritted her teeth as it got progressively wider until it approached the center, then narrowed again so that it popped into her past that halfway point and lodged itself firmly enough to withstand some moderately vigorous thrusting without slipping free.

Faith firmly grasped Zoe’s hips, eliciting a sharp little gasp from the smaller girl as she assertively yanked her down a little further off the edge of the couch. Supporting her weight with one hand while the other wrapped around the base of the black rubber phallus to steady it, she brought her hips forward to press the head against Zoe’s dripping lips and slowly began to push into her. “O-OhhHh-! Oh, wow,” Zoe muttered as that girth began to stretch her tight little pussy open.

She was lightheaded, both from pure arousal and from having to divide her attention. The tentacles were mostly on autopilot, but if she paid them no mind whatsoever they could get out of hand. Val and Hope might not have heard Faith’s stealthy entrance, but once she had spoken they became aware of her presence and were now doing their best to watch the show unfolding below them, though the possessive tentacles weren’t always accomodating.

Val watched with keen interest until a phallic purple tentacle prodding insistently against her cheek began to coil around her jaw, threatening to wrench her head to the side if she didn’t acknowledge it, at which point she turned her head away from the action to allow it to thrust eagerly into her mouth and down her throat.

Faith pushed every inch of that sizeable toy into the smaller, trembling girl’s tight little pussy until their hips met, mindful that she was an ageless deity who was doubtlessly much tougher than she looked and not being quite as gentle as she normally would have with one so petit. She was supporting the full weight of the two other girls with the tentacles emerging from her head without showing the slightest sign of strain or discomfort to her slender little neck, for one thing.

She began to thrust into her, the motion causing the bulb lodged inside her to move and provide her with some stimulation as well, which she maximized by grinding down against it each time she bucked forward and buried the shaft of the dildo portion fully into Zoe. She had to continue loosely gripping the base of the shaft with one hand ─ for all their seductive, mystifying marketing about being strapless, they didn’t work perfectly without a harness or a helping hand to hold them in place. She did own a harness for it, but it would’ve been too cumbersome to fit discretely into a pocket when folded up on itself, even the deep pockets of the coat she wore.

Zoe didn’t seem to mind her not being able to go full-out in terms of force, however. She was easily excitable, aroused as much by the mental picture of herself getting lesdommed as by the physical sensation the toy provided, enhanced by whatever degree of pleasure-feedback she felt from the tentacles eagerly violating her two all-too-willing ‘captives’. She arched her spine and gasped as she was fucked, curling her legs up around Faith’s waist while her tentacle-arm curled down around the front of the couch to securely grip the frame from beneath, her hand gripping the edge of the cushion for dear life.

Faith noted, in fact, that she almost seemed ready to climax already. That simply wouldn’t do. Lifting her left hand from Zoe’s hip and reaching forward, she wrapped it around her slender throat. She didn’t choke her, or even squeeze at all really, but her response to the gesture alone was electric. Zoe gasped, bit her lip and gazed eagerly down at her with those inky black pools of infinity with distant pinpricks of light that sufficed as her eyes for instruction.

“If you cum before I tell you, I’m going to be very disappointed.” She kept her tone remarkably level, even as she was bucking her hips and grinding against Zoe to get herself off in the process. She intentionally left the details of what her displeasure might entail unsaid, having learned that leaving it up to the imagination of one’s partner nearly always resulted in something hotter and/or scarier than anything she could threaten with.

Judging by how wide Zoe’s eyes went and the near-total saturation of the blush that came to her face, she’d predicted correctly. Zoe squeezed her eyes shut and nodded tensely, now putting serious focus into distracting herself and delaying her imminent orgasm. “Y-Yes, Mistress…” Her voice emerged as a shaky whisper, and Faith smirked. She felt herself to be a fairly competent domme, but didn’t give herself all the credit for Zoe being quite this easy to handle. A large part of that likely fell on Zoe, having her first opportunity to indulge in several long and deeply held fantasies doing some of Faith’s work for her.

With the satisfaction of her partner now doubtlessly secured, being held off by willpower alone, Faith had only to focus on getting herself off. Each time she rocked forward into Zoe, she took a few extra seconds to buck and grind down around the bulb. She also allowed herself to fully open her senses she had been tuning out before, and take in the lewd sounds of Hope and Val’s strained, muffled whimpers of equal parts pleasure and sexual exhaustion, and to appreciate the sight of Zoe sprawled out before her, her entire body seeming to vibrate with nervous excitement.

With all of that in effect, it didn’t take long until she was riding the ragged edge of climax right alongside Zoe. She was panting ever so slightly, displaying the faintest crack in her unflappable veneer of confidence and control. Leaning forward, she grazed her lips in a brief, feather-soft kiss against Zoe’s while whispering to her, “Cum,” unprepared for the full consequences that were to follow.

Zoe arched her spine tightly and screamed, in various pitches from her various mouths, and in the various tongues of dead and forgotten gods she had consumed over her eons of existence. Everyone in the house felt it in their psyche even if they didn’t physically hear it.

Additionally, Joy and Valerie learned that the bond of sensation between Zoe and her semi-autonomous tentacles wasn’t a perfectly balanced two way street. When one of the tentacles came, filling or showering one of them with its cum, Zoe seemed to feel some twinge of pleasure as a result. When Zoe came, so did all of the tentacles, at least the ones that were polymorphed into the phallic form as opposed to the suckered ones. They cried out as all the tentacles inside them simultaneously grew thicker and gushed forth an obscene amount of hot, sticky cum, gushing out from their various orifices to dribble and spatter messily over the unfinished concrete floor far below them, or basting them nearly from head to toe in the case of the tentacles hovering around them awaiting their turn for a hole or at least a hand to fill.

They both came again, as well, their bodies bucking and trembling in the air ─ partially from satisfaction at being utterly defiled and filled up by those wonderful tentacles, but due also in large part to the lust-tinged psychic shockwave Zoe had unleashed. Unbeknownst to them, everyone in the house who may have still currently been having sex was also overcome by an unexpectedly sudden and powerful orgasm, while those not partaking merely experienced a brief, vividly intense feeling of arousal.

Faith’s hips were still twitching as she came down from her own intense climax, as she hunched over Zoe planting soft, lingering kisses against the side of her neck and stroked her hips soothingly to help her calm down, her body gradually ceasing to shake as Faith held her and murmured sweet nothings to her about how she was okay. The tentacles holding the other girls aloft lowered them gradually to the floor, unwound from around and inside of them as they laid there as twitching, sticky messes, and began to recoil into Zoe’s head.

Nobody said anything for quite some time, before Zoe murmured to Faith in a small, tired voice, “Cool costume.”

“Thank you,” Faith said sincerely, both for the compliment and the experience.

There was another pause as Zoe racked her brain one final time trying to recognize it, loathe as she was to admit she didn’t get a reference, before she broke down and asked, “Who are you supposed to be?”

Faith smiled to herself, her face still hidden against the side of Zoe’s neck. For as much as mysterious and aloof were on-brand for her, she’d actually been waiting all night for someone to ask her. “I’m the Showman. From The Last Temptation. It’s-…a graphic novel written by Neil Gaiman and Alice Cooper, with an accompanying concept album.”

“Oh! That sounds…really cool, actually,” Zoe conceded. “I’ll have to check it out.”

Across the floor, Valerie hoarsely whispered something that even Hope, laying nearby, could barely hear. She lifted her head, reaching out a hand that felt much too heavy, to graze Val’s forearm. “What…?”

“Renon,” Valerie said again with some effort. “The demon shopkeeper from Castlevania 64.” They hadn’t had a lot of money growing up, so she hadn’t always had the latest generation of video game console, but well after the end of its life cycle their dad had secured her a used N64 and a small pile of games that were in good working order. It was the source of many cherished childhood memories, including playing Mario Kart with her father and sister for hours at a time, and had felt unusually drawn to the well-dressed stranger who warned against greed and reappeared near the end of the game as an extra boss fight if you failed to heed his advice, and amassed and spent too much wealth. She hadn’t expected anyone but Vera to get the reference.

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Blobert stood near the table in the kitchen upstairs, feeling…different. He waved to Miranda as she walked in, looking dazed with her costume askew and her hair disheveled. She returned the wave with a sheepish smile, walking over and collapsing into a chair to admire the spread of mostly-ignored snacks before selecting an orange-frosted chocolate cupcake from the container he had brought and taking a dainty bite.

“Blobert…these are exquisite!” She regarded the confection with wonder, taking another bite and dabbing at the corners of her lips with a Halloween-themed paper napkin from the pile on the table. “You must give me the recipe to pass on to our royal bakers.”

Blobert didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was a boxed mix he’d improvised upon with a little extra vanilla extract and a touch of cinnamon. “Uh, old family recipe. Sorry. My mom is leaving me the recipe card in her will, as is tradition.”

“I understand,” Miranda said with a solemn nod, keenly aware of the importance of generational family secrets. She would not ask again.

“Great party, huh? I’ll have to send Polly a thank you card tomorrow for inviting me,” the considerate bloboform remarked while popping a deviled egg into his mouth. It sank into his body mass a bit below his head and hung there, suspended, to be slowly dissolved over a long period of time.

“Yes, it’s…really something,” Miranda replied evasively while taking a suddenly deeper interest in the inspection and consumption of her cupcake so as to be spared having to elaborate.