[he nods, and at first it doesn't seem like a nightmare at all: it's just giving in to her desires. the tentacles curl around her tightly, tearing her clothes off and dragging over bare skin, touching her everywhere she wants to be touched, teasing her and filling her and making her scream until she's hoarse. the sensation completely overwhelms her, and all the while raven just watches, his eyes glittering in the dark, and through the haze of pleasure she suddenly understands--he's the one directing them, making them move, making them take her over and over until she's drunk on overstimulation. his hand waves and the tentacles slither underneath her, at his command. they're not touching him at all anymore, and when her legs give out they carry her over to the bench and lay her down. what sort of magic he's wielding is anyone's guess, but by the end of it all, they retreat back inside underneath her skin, and she's left there, boneless and exhausted and unable to speak for the waves of sensation still ravaging her body. it feels like it'll last forever, it won't stop even if she begs him, and she's totally helpless to do anything about it...]
1/2, nsfw ahoy