Returning to the inn was a relief for all of five seconds, where Kanbaru noticed the space was dominated by the sheer bulk of a grounded airship. It took even less time to connect the dots and figure out who was responsible for it and that said person would foist off any obligation to clean up for herself onto their second in command. Holding true to the ageless maxim that discretion was the better part of valor, the bluenette slipped away to the inn's rooms, quietly shutting the door of the farthest room behind her and propping a chair against it, just to err on the side of caution. Only then could she deflate, releasing a heavy exhalation of breath before falling face first into the nearest bed. 

Dark was the room Kanbaru entered into, no attempt to switch the lights on as exhaustion no doubt creeped into her mind. Or maybe that was the presence of the other in the room, standing at attention in a posture of serenity. Walking out the darkness, the shadows washing off her form, the [url=https://i.imgur.com/64lVThM.png]nun[/url] that followed her from the previous Floor leered closer and closer to the other girl. Despite their steps, the nun made no noise as if living air itself occupied Kanbaru's room. But there was presence all the same, if only one only Kanbaru could see as the bed indented with the nun sitting beside her prone form, silent and watching.

[hider=Adult Interactions]"So, are you just going to stare silently or are you going to finish that massage you were giving me earlier?" The bluenette pondered aloud, sluggishly turning her head from the pillows to take in the nun before her once more. Given that this figure wasn't trying to menace her and that infuriating Caprice wasn't around, she didn't find her presence worthy of getting worked up over. Especially when the inn had a feeling of neutral ground to it. "I can think of a few places I would love for you to put your hands on~"

As casual as always. Such demeanor renounced had the nun's expression dipping into a smile. Yes, this was the one. Without further heistation, and with gentle hands, the nun gripped around Kanbaru's sides, slowly turning her around completely until she was resting on her back and staring up from her pillow. Nothing but the nun took in her features and sight as the holy lady had since straddled atop the other girl, sitting on her stomach. Two hands cupped Kanbaru's face, cold as ice, fingers softly, slowly rubbing into her cheeks. The nun said nothing as she worked, only smiling and nodding with one hand loosening just enough for her thumb to rub beneath Kanbaru's right eye. Silence. Slowly, she applied pressure, in and out, testing, as if wanting to squeeze Kanbaru's eye out of its socket for some pleasure of her own.

Her holy hanger-on was silent as ever, and equally as direct, with Kanbaru going along for the ride with an expression that radiated perverse intrigue. There were more then a few people who would claim to hold rampant fantasies of such a position with a nun, though their delusions likely didn't have the eyeball fixation of Kanbaru's reality. Rather then slap the offending hand away, she crept a hand beneath the habit, curling upon a cold, rigid neck, and pulling sharply downwards to bring them jarringly close. "If you just wanted to stare, at least do it properly."

Even if she wasn't getting much of a massage out of this, there was no reason the nun didn't get a rub down herself, with the bluenette working the tips of her fingers sharply betweens the corded muscles of her stalker's neck. If her nails happened to dig a bit deep, well, that was just a happy accident.

The Nun furrowed her lips into an upturned smirk, one that revealed glinted teeth that pointed downwards on Kanbaru like knives. Her expression was one of delight, undeterred by the bottom girl's own grip on her neck. Her fingers halted, hand moving away from Kanbaru's cheek, only to now rest her palm over the right side of her face, covering her eye. Silence, and more silence; either the Nun could not speak or it didn't feel like doing so. But there was meaning behind her actions. Kanbaru's fingers brushed once against her neck before sliding through as if the Nun's image was disparant. In fact, the holy lady flickered, a piercing noise filling the air once, body glitching as she looked upon Kanbaru with a familiar hunger. She clenched the hand over Kanbaru's eye, gently feed in more pressure as if a flick of her wrist could rip it out. The Nun's other hand dipped lower, tracing between the valley of Kanbaru's breasts with nails that could cut through wire, flickering more with that unholy crackle of noise.

The eerie sensation of her handhold vanishing beneath her grasp had Kanbaru lurching back against the sheets with a soft gasp, arms splayed to either side as the nun flickered between reality and delusion. Her form was transient, barely held together yet the pressure against her eye never abated and the feel of nails shredding fabric as it arced between her buxom sent thrills of delightful fear running through her. Beyond that was a familiar yet hauntingly wrong buzzing, a sound she recalled from another world yet could never fully picture tilll now. "What, are you waiting for verbal consent? I think it's obvious you've got it, Oh Holy Ghost."

She made another attempt to grasp the Nun, hand flying upwards to grasp her odd habbit and pull it loose. Granted it would look awfully silly to pass right through, but she felt the attempt was worth the possible failure.

Consent. Funny. The Nun gave no confirmation nor denial of what it sought, not when it had what it wanted laying right before her. Kanbaru’s hands passed right through the other girl, who snatched them as she finally let go of the blunette’s face. Despite flickering between Kanbaru’s edge of sight and her mind, the grip on her wrists was very real. Slowly, cornering prey, the Nun forced Kanbaru’s arms back down until they were laying beside her head, parallel from each other, held down by the Nun’s grip on her wrists. She smiled, lips moving.
But no words came out. No versible syllables were formed as white noise filled Kanbaru’s head and jarred her ears. The world was changed, the Nun leaning forward atop Kanbaru as something thick and hard nudged her inner thigh. The Nun gave Kanbaru a knowing look before releasing one hand, stroking her own stomach, and trailing to where her thighs met. A wave of her hand, more of the jarring noise, and something formed between her legs out of nothing.

"Oh come on, do you expect me to just lay here- Oh. Oh!" The bluenette paused in her griping, as even though her eyes betrayed her enjoyment of the intimate position, she had to make a token effort to play a role or this nun would walk all over her. That was, till she felt a distinct mass pressing against her, one that had the nun's flowing garb tented with pent up desires and digging keenly into Kanbaru's thigh. Suddenly the knive like nails cleaving her garments took on an entirely different connontation and she purred her approval. Kanbaru winced, finding the buzzing reached a higher pitch as the mass took sharp turn towards Kanbaru. "Well, if that isn't a fancy sword you got for me. You did strike me as the stab-happy sort. Come in, Sharky, no need to keep those clothes between us then."

The Nun smirked wider, hungrier, digging her nails into Kanbaru's body before swiping away. Rips and cuts formed over her skintight outfit, for there would no longer be need of those any time soon, no. The Nun's buzzing finally dipped and lapsed into silence, and its percieved girth didn't hesitate into sliding between Kanbaru's legs in ownership. Much like her body, its newly formed cock phased through without obstruction, lighting up Kanbaru's core deeply with harsh and intense buzzing, as if individual stubs ridged over the phallic maker irritated and pronounced itself against Kanbaru's inner walls. The Nun's voice almost become somewhat recognizable now, a melodious humming that almost sounded human chirping from her lips as she mimicked some nursery rhyme she once heard long ago when the entire world was hers to manipulate and control through data.

Kanbaru wasn't kept waiting and the nun entered her without a moment wasted, a cock that was rough and spiny tearing through her relentlessly. She cried out sharply, face contorted with a wince of pain as the sudden entrance overwhelmed her. She bucked against the nun's hold, hands curled inwards to hold onto the razor toothed figure filling her. Eyes slammed shut immersed her in darkness enough to lose sight of eyes that gleamed unnaturally in the already lightless room, but it could do nothing about the drone that was ever so steadily shifting, the buzz turning to a hum that was so jarringly dissonant with the rough crashing of hips pressing her into the mattress. "Gah! At least...let me grab you, damn it!"

But the Nun wasn’t listening. No, she was testing, probing, experimenting. Some thrusts were gentle, soft. Others were rough enough to shake and creak the bed as she got used to Kanbaru’s body, filling her up. Yes…Yes. They were indeed [i]compatible[/i] and that made the Nun smile her toothy grin, teeth gleaming in the low light. More alien words coarsely grinded themselves against Kanbaru’s ear, another rod manifesting between the Nun’s legs before she wordlessly laid down on Kanbaru. Her chest atop the other girl’s, laying atop like a blanket, she smirked right into the blunette’s face as the second rod was smashed into her, filling up and screwing shut her second hole, buzzing her ass.

Paradoxically being ignored and intensely scrutinzed left Kanbaru with no distraction and no handhold to cling to for some assurance she'd even survive the nun's intercourse. Brief lulls that brought to the forefront the softness of her stalker's breasts had the bluenette thinking she'd finally settled down, only to be proven very wrong when a second obstruction rose between her legs. For a frightful moment she thought the nun would split her in two by plunging into the same hole as the first, but the spearing of her ass put that thought to rest alongside any hope that Kanbaru wouldn't be shouting her throat ragged beneath the nun. Fisting her hands into the bedsheets she cried out, uncaring if anyone outside dared to hear them. 

The Nun licked her lips, fueled and sprurned on by the funny noises Kanbaru made. Much like before, she was unfettered by the display, pumping her hips forward, strong enough to make the bed completely creak and the floor to rock. The chair barring the door would prove to be Kanbaru's downfall with no one to hear her now. A sharp, but warm sensation cut through the pleasure, only to numb it nearly completely, a sensation that was sourced from between the Nun's legs. She narrowed her eyes, pumping harder as more and more of the corruption flowed into Kanbaru from her ravaged holes, feeding and festering, but more importantly, possessing. Yes, even back then, from the moment it laid eyes on her in a world of iradescent 1s and 0s, it knew the girl was compatible in body and shape. The Nun leaned down, wrapping her arms around Kanbaru's torso until the blunette's limbs were pinned to her side. A possessive mouth snatched her lips, hungrily drinking in and making out, feeding its essence into Kanbaru without mercy, only cold and objective symbiotic relation.

With no recourse but to endure the blinding pace the nun had set, Kanbaru found the pain of intrusion melt with time and sudden, impercptible changes to her own senses. When the nun had fully embraced her, it came with the pleasure from two cocks sliding with ease into the bluenette, spraying a creamy warmth the pervaded her every fiber and left her feeling enflamed with desire for more. A feeling she had no issue following when lips pressed to hers, and the once transperant figure was as solid as could be atop her. Intense heat overwrote the cold and she inhaled the stalker's lips and tongue, covetously nipping the latter to spite her for playing her earlier games. Eyes flashing a crimson gleam, reflecting the fathomless depths of the nun's own, now twinkled as though to say, 'took you long enough.'

There it was. The prey snatched, the host secured. The parameters were set, and the subject even had a restorative personality, if her little nips were anything to go by. The Nun stared one final time before her kiss engulfed Kanbaru's lips completey. Literally. The Nun's body slowly poured itself over Kanbaru's form, flesh melting into her dark garbs, and garbs melting over Kanbaru. Like thick, sticky tar, the substance pooled over and around the Nun's prey, such was the purpose of affixxing itself to Kanbaru so needily. More of the same dark tar poured from the Nun's lips into Kanbaru's, festering and exploring her insides, corroding and bending all to its touch. The only thing that pervailed among the Nun's newfound, wet mess of a form were its red-rimmed eyes. And even those soon melted away, swarming over Kanbaru, meshing with breasts, legs, everything. It invaded all corners of her outfit and flesh, keeping itself latched on and close like a parasite that almost seemed to feed and throb on her chest.

Then, it hardened, ensuring its new host by choice or chance would be going nowhere until the process was complete. From head to toe, there remained only a black shape, smoothened and outlined in Kanbaru's figure while two meaty rods continued to pump at her holes. It wasn't long then before the buzzing picked up once more, this time coming from everywhere, as if the source was burrowed in the depths of the blunette's mind.[/hider]

Kanbaru took it as a  small victory that she won the war of tongues and the nun was pulled forward at her mercy...till everything else followed in its wake. The intrusion went beyond the physical, further past mental and spiritual. She breathed through tar and thought amidst molasses, the weight of an entity entering her amidst the height of her release was like the tide carrying back some great mass of driftwood. It crushed her in its embrace, closing her in a tight cocoon of an almost latex feel while the twin penii still worked inside her, churning nun and bluenette together into something more then either separate part. 

Amidst the endless buzzing and darkness without depth, Kanbaru's fracturing mind was struck with a sudden and terrible idea. The idea that she knew who this nun was, knew what she was, and had known it all along. With the erasure of her composure, suddenly, Kanbaru remembered everything.

Realization of the truth would do nothing to stop it, and the Nun continued to infect the body before it like a virus, one that permeated Kanbaru's flesh and bone. It sunk in, grafting itself to her like a permanent fixture, taking the liberties of changing its new host into a more suitable role. Whatever clothing Kanbaru had left was gone, torn away, stockings ripped, greaved boots shattered and bust released into the dark void that gripped her. Slowly, tenderly, the black goo lowered itself off Kanbaru's head first, but only the crown of it, still keeping her face hidden under its layer. As the goo receded, a hunter's hat was left in its place. Soon the goo continued more vigorously, changing, sticking to Kanbaru's frame and forming into new clothes, solidifying the host into a new identity. It snaked down her legs, clinging tightly and becoming a new pair of leggings, boots forming at her feet and new tufts formed against her chest. The process was almost complete, bleached hair the next to be [url=https://imgur.com/W6iiQ1L]revealed from the dark mass.[/url]

A gloved hand sped the process along to its end, reaching under the goop marring her face and wrenching it away, the mass sinking into the hand like water through pores. Kanbaru blinked, adjusting to the dark and the sheer violation of her entire being with her typical aplumb. She raised both pointer fingers to her face, pushing first upwards at the corners of her lips, then downwards. Pantomiming each expression to see if they all still felt as stiff as usual. Seeing nothing different she trailed her hand upwards, finding with no small measure of approval a very impressive hat snugly secured to her head. "Well at least you have some fashion sense. It was bad enough using Grandma's birthright to violate me, but if you did it tastelessly I'd have had to end this partnership early, Program."

"But hey, that's all water under the bridge. Sit back and enjoy while I put on a show for my favorite, backstabbing parasite....Heh, you  did actually stab my backdoor this time around. Cheeky bastard."

The so forth Program couldn't much respond in traditional manner, but it knew. It knew Kanbaru knew, and thus they were two. And even in the silence of the their joint union, Kanbaru knew. The JSTR was grinning.