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The air was cold and slightly bitter. It nipped at Thean's gently brushed brown fur, which almost shined in the late evening sun.
Today was supposed to be a normal day. In any other circumstances it would be. Except instead of picking berries just outside of her village alone, this time she was accompanied by a Cult recruiter. An actual Cult Recruiter.
The Lambs cult specifically, but a cult nonetheless.
They picked berries with them silently, occasionally popping a few into their serpentine maw.
It… was still so ridiculous to even consider sometimes.
That an actual, honest to goodness Cult Recruiter had been their best friend for about two days now.
Granted, it wasn't for the Bishops thankfully, but still…
A cult recruiter.
A cult
recruiter.
Had been spending more time with
her
out of everyone in the village.
And goodness, did that make people talk….
She looked over to the Recruiter. They were picking berries carefully and tossing them into their basket, their shirt off and tied around their waist, yet it's cultic symbol still very much prevalent.
They looked up, and caught Thean staring.
They gave a devilish smile, and slowly unzipped their torso, revealing the hollow heaven of little tentacles and nubs inside them, and then had the gall to toss some berries inside, and quickly zip themselves back up.
Thean looked away, thoroughly flustered.
That.
Was the other part about this they couldn't believe.
The recruiter was a Living Suit.
AKA
A living, breathing representation of all their deepest fantasies.
Thean tried to focus on berry picking, to try and take her mind off things.
This was their last night. After that, they'd be going home to their cult. And even they themselves mentioned how they had no idea if they would ever be back….
….
Thean kept picking, and tried not to dwell on it. All they had to do was last this one last night, and they'd be okay… And then everything would go back to normal, and all these heretical thoughts might finally start going away…
She picked her next handful of berries, and accidentally crushed them.
Eventually, night began to fall, and the time for berry-picking had long since past. Thean and the Recruiter picked up their baskets and made their way back to the Jammery that Thean worked at, to which she alone ran inside to drop off the baskets, as her boss had made it very clear that her "Friend" was not welcome inside.
After which, the two were left alone, with nothing else required of the two for the rest of the night.
Thean looked over to the Recruiter. They looked back at her, lax and uncaring.
"So, what's next?"
They said slyly, looking over to their Wolfy friend for their consul, not really sure what to do with their last night in the village.
"I… I suppose we could have a fire…"
Thean said, mulling over the fresh bundles of wood that got delivered to her this morning.
"Ah… That sounds ever so cozy…"
The Recruiter said, pressing themselves against Thean, resting their head on her shoulder.
Thean blushed a little as the Recruiter did so, but was quick to brush them off in favor of walking back to their house.
Even after two days, all of this still felt hard to swallow.
Thean had always dreamed of a living suit as an idea, a concept they would dream of, but never reachable. It was a fantasy that they would keep to themselves, and be too embarrassed to ever tell anyone.
And then they came along.
Thean looked back to the Recruiter as she walked, who was following close behind, twiddling with their zipper.
This… walking piece of perfection, that not only stuck at their deepest desires, but was also offering to take her away from her menial life completely???
It.. it had to be too good to be true, right?
There had to be some kind of catch…
And it was that hunch alone that had prevented Thean from agreeing to anything the Recruiter asked of them. Just in case they were being tricked this whole time.
Thean reached her home easily enough, as quaint as it was, it was serviceable to a lone woman like her.
She opened the front door and made it to her small bedroom, and began to take off her work cloths and get into something more comfortable.
Vaguely, as she was changing, she could hear the sound of the Recruiter chopping up some of the wood that was delivered this morning.
"If nothing else, at least they're nice…"
Thean said to herself, as she slipped into an easy tunic, and made her way outside.
Just as she thought, the Recruiter was at her chopping block, cutting up the delivered wood into smaller chunks. She sighed and looked over to her supply of kindling and fire-water, and upon seeing it was adequate, began to slowly assemble the beginnings of a fire.
By the time she was done assembling a small log cabin formation, The Recruiter had finished splitting the last of what was delivered, and had plopped a few pieces down next to the formation.
"You're quite handy at fire-starting Thean.. We could always use another person like you back where I'm from you know…"
The Recruiter said, as Thean tried just to focus on keeping the tinder and fire-water lit long enought to start burning the kindling.
"I'm sure that's the case, yes."
Thean replied succinctly, as she kept periodically blowing on the tinder as it burned.
The Recruiter shrugged, and pulled up chairs for the both of them, reclining as they waited for the fire to start.
It took a couple of minutes, but eventually Thean was able to get the blaze burning, and was finally able to leave the fire to its own devices. She leaned back from the pit, took a deep breath, and got up and slouched back on the chair the Recruiter had brought, exhausted.
“Fine job, Thean…”
The Recruiter said cheerfully, as the two of them reclined in their chairs, and listened to the beginning of the fire as it began to gently crackle in the darkness of the early night.
“Thanks..”
Thean simply responded, looking over to the Recruiter as they made themselves comfortable. In the glint of the fire, their zipper shined like nothing el-
No! Focus Thean!!
She thought to herself, trying not to think about the Recruiter and their beautiful body…
“You know…. Thean, this is my last night here in the village….”
The Recruiter started, something Thean almost tensed up about hearing, as she had a bad feeling she was about to once more be tempted.
“Yeah… It is…”
Thean simply responded, trying to give as milktoast of an answer as she could in order to keep herself from falling into some sort of wording trap.
“And when i leave tomorrow, there's a chance i might never return…”
“Ill… Miss you. If that helps…”
"You know that's not what I'm on about, Thean."
The Recruiter said simply, as they unzipped their zipper once more, and revealed the writhing heaven of small tendrils and nubs inside them, beckoning to Thean like the temptation of Sin.
"I know why you shy away from me when I open myself up.. When I show you my poor, hollow self…."
"It's because you're into it Thean. You're into it so much that you don't even want to admit it…"
They cooed, Thean both trying to look away, yet also transfixed on the heaven their mind and body had been craving for years now…
"You want to fill me so bad, don't you?? Don't you want to be my Host?"
They said, as they reached out and grabbed Thean's hand, and gently led it inside themselves, letting it squish against all their tendrils, which were quick to wrap around and explore the new flesh.
"I…Um…. "
Thean stuttered out, not even remotely sure how to react in this sort of situation, as all she could focus on was the sensation of all those tendrils and nubs rubbing up against her hand, and how much her body desired more.
"This is your last chance to indulge, Thean…."
"I know you want to… You want to so bad…"
"I…. I Shouldn't….. It's a….. A Sin…."
Thean made out in response, trying to back herself away mentally, hoping it would encourage her traitorous body to stop wanting to lean in further…
"Where I'm from, there's nothing sinful about this, my dear wolf…."
"Nothing…. Sinful…. At all…."
The Recruiter said, slowly drawing Theans hand closer into them, letting more of her arm be obsessed over by their soft, wriggling tendrils.
Thean moaned ever so slightly, the sensation beginning to eat away at their common sense.
"Don't you want to know what it feels like? At least once before I go??"
The Recruiter asked, as they pressed Thean's arm further and further into them.
Thean unconsciously nodded just ever so slightly, their body slowly winning the war against their mind and senses.
“I know you've been apprehensive about me, Thean… I know you know what i'm here for….”
“But come now, why don't we just have a good time?? Let's put all this cult stuff away, and just have a nice moment together…..”
The Recruiter cooed, as they made moves to slowly push Thean’s arm into the emptiness of their left arm…
Thean blinked. She… She couldn't withstand this. She knew what she was likely getting into but the idea of finally being able to fulfill her desires was overwhelming any sense of caution that her normally anxious mind could put out.
This… This was too good to be true.
But by the gods she wasn't going to miss it.
“O-Okay… Let's… Let's do it…”
She said meekly, retracting her hand from the Recruiter's emptiness, only to reach around and take off her tunic.
The Recruiter smiled and opened themselves up all the way, the sound of each individual nub of the zipper being undone like a prelude of the heaven Thean knew was to come.
She didn't even hesitate for a moment to disrobe herself of her undergarments, something the Recruiter watched with a mild delight, as they had a feeling that they finally had the shy wolf
Hooked.
She looked over to the serpentine cultist with a silent fire in her eyes, as she, now fully exposed, looked into the depths of their writhing abyss of a body, and only wished they could climb in sooner.
This desire… This
fire
within her… It burned like nothing else ever could. She couldn't hold back any longer. Not after two whole days of light teasing and playful jabs. Not after being teased like she just was. She just couldn't take it any more.
She looked into that abyss, it's writhing heaven that awaited her, and she knew all at once that she was faltering. That this was the moment that she was willing herself into temptation.
And that she loved it.
Something about finally embracing that taboo… About finally cracking to the whims of her desires… It only made this whole situation even hotter in her mind…
"Well?"
The Recruiter teased, holding themselves open for Thean, watching as she began ever so slightly to salivate.
"All you need to do is step in, my dear.."
They followed up with, chuckling gently as they watched how absolutely entranced the wolf woman was with them. They smiled to themselves, as they watched her slowly draw near. To say this outcome was expected was underscoring their efforts by a great magnitude.
Once they snuck into her home and found her secret journals??
They knew they'd get their mark.
Thean drew closer to the Recruiter's open chest cavity, her tail wagging wildly as she felt its emanating warmth. The Recruiter stood up from their chair, and held themselves open, as they looked to their future host with a seductive glee.
"Turn around, dear…"
They said gently, to which Thean gladly complied to, her tail wapping against the Recruiters zipper as it wagged eagerly.
“Just step in now, my dear…. Just like you're getting into a pair of coveralls…”
The Recruiter cooed, as Thean, trying to keep her frantically wagging tail at bay, began to slowly obliged, stepping back and raising her leg into the Recruiter’s body cavity, them guiding her all the way, and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
When she got the first leg in fully, she almost gasped at how amazing it felt.
Suction, Stimulation, Sensation,
Everything she could have dreamed about and more all at once, all while hundreds upon hundred of little nubs and tendrils hungrily lapped at her fur, and easily broke their way past it to her sensitive skin below, tickling and rubbing against it without quarter.
She felt her loins grow wet, as blood rushed to her clit. She….
She was right to do this. She was right to indulge. Everything about this was perfect and she wanted more. She was going to have more.
She. Needed. More.
Carefully, she stepped back with her other leg, The Recruiter guiding her in as she slowly lowered her other leg in to the tentril-ian heaven, as they lapped at her like a million ravenous tongues, all consuming her form in such a perfect way, that she cursed herself for ever even thinking of resisting such a wonderful pleasure….
And just when she thought it couldn't get any better???
She felt a light brushing up against her clit, as one of the Recruiters tendrils found her wet mound.
She squealed and moaned slightly, as the tendril dug underneath her clitorial hood and slowly began to gently massage her bean, making slick, sly movements only a tendril like it could, all which left her shuddering and weak at the knees, as other tendrils began to explore and poke at the rest of her wetness.
Carefully, The Recruiter reached out, and began to slowly direct Thean’s arms into their hollow body as well, to which she didn't even question or bother resisting, moaning gently and twitching ever so slightly as her left arm was carefully put into its new place, the nubs and tendrils consuming it like they had every other part of her body, their tireless enthusiasm lapping at the taste of her body like it was the finest of all caviar.
The Recruiter let out a deep and satisfied moan, as they felt the full glory of finally being able to have a host to fill them once more, as their body drank in the taste of Thean like the finest of foods. Their tendrils, unable to control themselves, began to more hungrily explore and taste Thean’s wet mound, one even gently slipping past into her labia itself, a jolt that made her knees completely give out from under her.
And yet, when she felt herself go limp from pleasurable helplessness….
She didn't fall.
Instead, the Recruiters body held her aloft, perfectly in place, as the nubs rubbed into her further, and the new, longer tendril, began to tease and explore the insides of her vagina.
She didn't even realize it when her other arm was put in its rightful palace inside them. Thats how lost she had become in the sensations of this new, higher form of sex that adding one more limb into them felt less like a new sensation, and more like….
Being put back right where she belonged…..
Right where she always needed to be….
Where a good little host like her deserved to be…..
The Recruiter moaned slightly, as they pressed further into Thean’s vagina, all their tendrils enveloping her in a way that only a living suit could describe, the feeling of heaven to her, as equally as blissful to them. Their head hovered right over her shoulder, as their body slowly adapted to the changes of their host, their tail shifting to accommodate their new canine form, as their body shifted and stretched to a form that would fit Thean
nice and tight…
Thean felt their body being eloped tighter and tighter by the Recruiters form, and she couldn't help but let her body go, and give in completely to their lust. She let her limbs go slack, her head roll back, as she let her body be controlled by the Recruiters' whims.
She felt her arm slowly press on her head, ushering her into the last part of this process, as she found it hard to think about anything that wasn't the mere raw sensation of all the hundreds upon thousands of tendrils that lapped and prodded at every inch of her skin.
“It's time to get sealed up, darling… Are you ready?”
The Recruiter teased, already knowing their new Host’s answer.
“P-Please…. Do it….”
Thean could barely squeak out, as she felt the warmth of every tendril ensconce her body and drive her past degrees of lust she never thought it was capable to reach on this mortal plane alone.
She didn't even wait for the Recruiter or
their
body to coax her, she leaned her head back by herself, slowly lowering herself into the last bit of her new home, as the Recruiter’s form molded around her head, giving them a more canine appearance. A tendril shoved itself down her throat, but opened up at the end to reveal that she was still able to breathe perfectly well, and was in no danger of suffocation.
She couldn't help but smile an unseen smile as she deepthroated the tendril she knew would always be there to hold her in place, as the Recruiter reached over with the support of their newly reinforced arms, and slowly, ever so slowly…
Zipped…
Themselves….
Back….
Up…..
Thean listened to every single click of every single zipper tooth as it closed itself off, further enclosing the last of her body from the cold of the night, and into the heaven of sensation that she never wanted to leave.
She closed her eyes, and felt as the Recruiter controlled their body. How easy it was to give in to them, and just be a piece of structure to their magnificence. She…
She didnt care what happened to her next, as long as she could stay in here for as long as possible.
This bliss… This heaven…. This….
Perfection….
It was all hers now.
Always.
Forever.
She didn't want to leave… She never wanted to leave…. This was everything she ever wanted…. She almost didn't even notice as her body was being brought to climax by the stimulation of her clit, until it began to press itself up against every other sensation that she was experiencing, bringing itself to the forefront of her mind and body, as the pace of the tendrils began to quicken, and the Recruiter began to rub against his own loins faster and faster, which only served to press those nubs deeper into her…
Climax rocked her body like nothing else ever had.
Had she even a hint of dedication to the Lamb, the raw emotion of the moment would have caused her to burst with a wave of devotion.
The Recruiter rode the wave in tandem, their body in part synchronized with their new host, as the two shared in orgasm, as the Recruiter fell back onto the chair, twitching slightly as the shared sensations of both fucking and being fucked overwhelmed them like nothing else could.
They both squirmed and writhed in their own form of pleasure together, as their symbiosis began to form, and their bodies became one united front of pleasure and sensation.
Thean didn't even know where they ended and the Recruiter began at this point, and they lived for that fact alone.
She didn't care what happened anymore, or what was to happen to her. At least for now, she was a
Host.
And a damn happy one too.
She felt their body twist and brace itself as orgasm pushed throught them, until eventually the tidal wave began to cease, and their body began to calm..
Sleep tugged at their eyes, as the combined exhaustion of post-orgasm and the days work she had put in finally began to catch up with her, and in her moment of great comfort and joy, she fell to it, closing her eyes, and leaving her fate fully in the hands of the Recruiter, and her new bodymate…
She smiled, as the Tendril in her mouth, and the tendrils everywhere else in her body kept her filled and content, as sleep came quickly and dreamlessly to her…. And it felt like a comfort that no words could ever do justice to…
She woke up to the cold hard ground of stone, and the bright light of day.
She looked up, trying to wake up in any capacity, only to see the face of the Lamb, and the Recruiter staring over her.
She looked blankly back to the Recruiter, and their open chest cavity, and thought only of climbing back in.
She almost did, but they stopped them, and pointed them to the Lamb.
She barely was awake to realize that she was being indoctrinated, much less that she had joined a cult at all.
When the Lamb cast a spell upon her and bestowed her a shirt, she almost instantly took it off, and looked over to them, fully nude, with a deadpan stare.
“Can i go back now?”
Was all she said, as the Lamb chuckled and motioned for her to go right ahead, as the Recruiter unzipped themselves once more, happy to accept their loyal host back into their body once again.