Marion ends up in the Underdark, and comes eye to eyes with a Beholder. Surely this can't end well...
Muffled moans left Marion's lips—or, at least, attempted to as the thick tentacle plunged firmly down her throat. It was a sensation she was familiar with, though perhaps not in the current situation...and certainly not by the source.
She'd read about Beholders—a life solely behind closed doors can be a very boring one without the proper enrichment, and so she'd always read all she could, even the foul and fiendish bestiaries of Exandria. So, she knew of them, and their tentacles and eyestalks and propensity for duplicity and control...but they were much different up close and personal.
Much, much different...and very energetic~
Marion's moans grew louder and lewder as she felt a second tentacle thrust away—plunging into her folds now, as others slithered around her arms and legs, holding her firmer still in the deep mating press she was being pinned into. Her eyes rolled back, the sensations of the tentacles plunging away into her holes nearly overwhelming.
"Such a good little whore~" a voice chuckled over her, and the wide grin of the floating aberration drifted closer, the gleaming eye as large as her own head flashing with wicked amusement as he watched her writhe on his tendrils. "Whatever sent you my way, forget all about it~ you're mine, now, my dear~ mine alone~"
The Beholder's grin grew wider as he laughed, a sound that would rouse dread in anyone who heard it—anyone but Marion, at least, as the was far too busy cumming her brains out around his tentacles, more than aware that she was completely and utterly helpless.
