“you came so pretty for me.” pressing a kiss to your temple. fingers still inside you. still moving slowly. “now do it again.”
“i can’t—” you whine. hands pushing weakly at my wrist. “i just— please i need a second—”
“you don’t need a second.” curling my fingers. feeling you clench immediately despite everything. “see that? your body didn’t need a second.”
you whimpering. hips twisting. stuck between pressing against my fingers and pulling away.
“so confused.” watching you fondly. thumb finding your clit. slow circles. “your hips don’t know which way to go do they.”
“it’s too sensitive— please—”
“i know it is.” not stopping. pumping slow. deep. “that’s what makes it so good.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you how wet they are. “look at that. look what you did.”
you hiding your face.
“no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “look. you’re soaked, baby. you just came and you’re still this wet.” sliding back in. three fingers this time. feeling you stretch. “your body needs more. you haven’t stopped rocking against my fingers, i can feel you.”
you crying out at the stretch. hands gripping my arm.
“such a good boy/girl. that’s it.” curling all three. finding that spot. watching your back arch. “there it is.”
“please— it’s too much— i can’t do this again—”
“you said that the first time.” thumb pressing firm against your clit. “and then you came so hard you forgot your own name.” pumping faster. watching your face. “so forgive me if i don’t believe you.”
you sobbing now. tears sliding down. and still. still your hips are moving. rolling forward desperately.
“look at that.” slowing deliberately. watching your hips chase my hand. “look at what your body does.” cooing at you. “you’re chasing my fingers while you’re crying about it being too much. do you know how that looks?”
you shaking your head. embarrassed.
“so desperate.” bringing my other hand to your chest. finding your nipple. rolling it slowly. feeling you gasp. “even now. even completely oversensitive and crying. still so desperate for me.”
“please—” broken. “please i’ll do anything— please just let me—”
“let you what.” not stopping. fingers pumping. thumb circling. “say it.”
“please let me cum— please— i need to— please—”
“you need to.” repeating it softly. curling deeper. feeling you clench. “you just came, baby. and now you need to again.” thumb pressing firm. “say it. say what you are.”
“desperate—” sobbing it. “i’m desperate— please—”
“you are.” smiling at your admission. pinching your nipple. watching you gasp through the tears. “my desperate thing. crying and begging and still so wet.” pumping faster. “go ahead then. cum for me again. show me.”
your whole body clenching. harder than before. the sounds you make, like music to my ears. hips grinding forward. shaking all the way through it.
working you through every second.
“good.” soft. affectionate. watching you come down. “that’s two.” fingers still moving. gentle now. slow. “ready for three?”
“no— no please— i genuinely can’t—” dissolving. completely gone.
“shh.” pressing a kiss to your hair. your temple. fingers not stopping. just slowing. “i know. i know baby.” thumb circling lazy. “but your body can. and i’m going to show you.”
you making a sound that has no word in it. just exhaustion and want and the specific desperation of someone who has nothing left and still somehow needs more.
“that’s my good boy/girl.” murmured against your hair. “just one more. just feel it.”
working you slow and deep and completely without mercy until you break open a third time. smaller this time. quieter. but there. completely there.
then finally. finally stilling.
pulling you close immediately. both arms. your face against my chest.
“shh.” stroking your hair. your back. pressing kisses to your forehead. your wet cheeks. “you did so well. do you hear me? so so well.”
you shaking against me. trying to catch your breath.
“three times.” said so softly. so proudly. “you said you couldn’t and you did it three times.” tilting your face up. wiping your tears so carefully. “i’m so proud of you. so proud.”
you looking up at me. leaning into my touch.
“my good boy/girl.” pressing a kiss to your forehead. pulling you back in. “so perfect for me. always so perfect.“
You lived in a small, quiet village. It was a beautiful place, like something out of a fairy tale, surrounded by trees and mountains. The villagers were happy, prosperous, and had known only peace for centuries. Their crops grew, the rain was plentiful, and their livestock grew strong and fat.
But that prosperity came with a price.
It was something that no one ever discussed in more than hushed whispers. Every year, twenty-eight days before the summer solstice, a sacrifice was to be made to their god. Their god never took a life in repayment for the protection they provided. Instead, it asked that the villagers gave life.
And you'd been chosen to do just that.
It was the evening before the summer solstice, and the village was hosting a feast in your honour. Everyone was there, family and friends, all coming together to celebrate that you'd been chosen to serve your god. Tomorrow night, you'd travel up the mountain to await your fate, left alone in a cave for the one you all worshipped to make itself known.
Excitement and apprehension had butterflies taking wing in the pit of your tummy. You'd tried asking around to the others who'd been chosen, but they'd always been very secretive. No one else in the village seemed to know what happened up on the mountain, only that the chosen would keep to themselves after, never to marry or bear children. And while they'd never seemed to long for a different kind of life, you couldn't help but worry that the same future awaited you.
But there wasn't time to worry. The celebration was over, and it was time for you to go to bed one last time before your life changed forever.
You woke up early the next morning, having slept fitfully the night before. Your small house was dreadfully quiet, and you had a brief moment to wish you still lived with your family. The sounds of them going about their normal routine would have been soothing on a day like this one.
But the day after you'd been chosen, you'd been given a home of your own to live in among the others who'd served your god. It had been something of a lonely time since you'd moved in. The others were polite and kind, but distant. You understood why; they held secrets no one else in the village knew, and that surely weighed on them.
Anxiety had your tummy in knots, so you only managed to choke down a few mouthfuls of breakfast. You took a seat at your kitchen table, waiting for the sun to rise. It was then that you heard a quiet knock on the door.
It was time.
You rose unsteadily to your feet, smoothing your clothing as best you could. When you opened the door, you found the others waiting. They all looked completely calm. You wished you could say the same for yourself. Swallowing hard, you followed them out of the village and up the mountain path. It was a steep slope, but none of the others seemed to have any trouble traversing it. You wondered if you'd grow accustomed to walking this path too someday.
You were sweating by the time you reached the cave. A soft sigh of relief escaped you as you stepped into the welcoming darkness. One of the others told you to stay there, and you watched as their outlines passed you as they headed deeper into the cave. They moved quickly and confidently, despite the gloom.
Fidgeting, you waited for further instructions. A gentle hand took you by the elbow, startling you from your worry.
"Don't worry," they murmured in a low voice. "We were all anxious when we first came here."
It was reassuring to know, but you couldn't unstick your tongue enough to thank them for their kindness. Instead, you nodded wordlessly. There was nothing for you to do but wait.
Finally, light flared in the distance. Someone lit one torch and then another, and another, filling the cavern with light. You blinked against the brightness. Still, relief flooded through you that you could see your surroundings at last. You glanced around eagerly, taking in as much as you could.
But the cave was… well, perhaps unremarkable was the wrong word, but not nearly as fantastic as you had expected it to be. Stalacites hung from the ceiling of the cave, while the floor was clear. And in the dim light, you could see a faint shimmer against the walls.
Was that… water?
You took a step forward before you could think better of it, utterly entranced. How had you not known that this was here? You were seized by the urge to dip your toes into the water, to feel its coolness lapping at your skin.
One of the others stopped you from getting any closer. Their smile was gentle.
"Patience, little one," they said. "First, we must prepare you."
Prepare you? What did that mean?
They took you by the hand and led you to the edge of the pool and then around it. You found that you could hardly tear your gaze away from its smooth surface.
"Watch your step."
The warning forced you to look where you were going. On the other side of the pool was a circular dais, elevated just enough for whoever was upon it to look down at the water.
You knew without asking that that was where you would wait for your god.
The others led you up to the dais, and shock rippled through you as they began to strip. You balked.
"What… what are you doing?" you stammered.
"We do not hide from the one we serve."
There was no chastisement in the response, and yet you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. What a foolish question to have asked. You quickly disrobed and couldn't help but allow your gaze to wander, not to the water this time, but to the others around you.
They all had a similar build, you noticed. Rounded hips and tummies, and full, luscious tits.
Arousal pooled low in your belly even as your cheeks heated.
Now was not the time for such thoughts.
The others were completely bare now, and they gestured for you to go on ahead of them. A soft gasp escaped you as soon as you set foot on the first step. Instead of being cool as you'd expected, the stone was warm, like a living thing.
This truly was a holy place.
It was only once you'd reached the very top of the dais that the others joined you. They surrounded you on all sides, some of them even brushing against you. The sight and feel of so much bare flesh was enough to fluster you, and you concentrated keeping your gaze focused on the ground.
That was why you didn't notice anyone reaching for the bottles until a gentle hand slid down your back. You jumped, started despite yourself.
"Oh, dear." The one who'd touched you pulled away immediately. "I'm sorry, we should have warned you." A soft smile, a gentle hand tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "We need to prepare you for this evening. These oils are to get you ready."
Get you ready?
"What does that…" You licked your lips and tried again. "What does that mean?"
But they didn't explain. Instead, someone held a bottle of oil up to your nose, allowing you to take a whiff.
Your mouth watered. Arousal rolled through you like thunder, and your knees went weak. Unable to utter another word of protest, you allowed your eyelids to flutter closed and surrendered yourself to their ministrations. Hands smoothed over your skin, gliding across your tummy and down your legs; fingers slipping between the globes of your ass and over your nipples.
Fuck, you were so turned on you could scarcely breathe.
They touched you everywhere. The soles of your feet, the backs of your knees, under your armpits. You were eased down onto your back on the dais, and the others followed you down. And that was when you felt it.
Long, confident fingers slipped between your legs and deep into your drenched cunt.
You should have been surprised. No one had mentioned anything about this. And yet, you knew that you would rather bite off your own tongue than tell them to stop. Instead, you spread your legs further, granting them further access to your supine body.
"That's it," someone murmured from just behind you. "We're to prepare your whole body."
"It is our god's will," someone else said, just to your right. They rolled your nipples between clever fingers.
"Yes," you moaned. "Yes, please."
An eternity seemed to pass.
An infinite number of hands caressed your body, spreading the oil and your own wetness across your skin. They even lubed up your asshole, deft fingers playing with the tight muscle until your body slowly came to accept the intrusion, and then become greedy for it. Soon both holes were grasping greedily at the fingers inside them, trying to suck them in deeper.
The pleasure built… and built… and built…
But they wouldn't let you climax.
Slowly, one by one, they pulled away from you. You whimpered and mewled in protest, earning soft chuckles. Someone pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, their tits brushing briefly against yours.
"Hush, little one," they murmured. "The sun is about to set. You're to meet our almighty now." They felt you stiffen, and laughed softly. "Do not be afraid. You are about to be blessed beyond measure. Just be patient."
The words barely penetrated the haze of lust. You lifted your head to watch as the others walked away. And as they disappeared, you knew that it would be so easy to reach down and touch yourself, to bring yourself to orgasm. It was tempting, beyond tempting, with how aroused you were.
But it felt… wrong, somehow.
So rather than reach down to strum your throbbing clit, you took up where the others had left off, massaging the oil deeper into your skin. You'd reached down to cup your tits, kneading your aching flesh, when you heard something unexpected.
The sound of sloshing water.
Fear threatened to pierce through the arousal.
You levered yourself up on your elbows just in time to watch as the first tentacle emerged from the pool. And then another…
… and another…
… until you were surrounded by them.
The beginnings of terror skittered down your spine. You parted your lips as a scream built up in your throat. But some base part of you… recognised the creature. Even though it's body—undoubtedly massive—was still hidden beneath the surface of the pool, you knew what this was.
This was your god, the one you'd been chosen to serve.
And so, instead of a scream, a whisper slipped past your lips.
"Please."
That was all it took. Cold tentacles coated in some kind of viscous fluid slithered around your wrists and ankles, spreading your legs apart and bringing your arms up over your head. The creature was incomprehensibly strong, impossible for even a hundred men to fight back against.
But you had no interest in resisting. Instead, your rapt gaze tried to take in everything at once, even your arousal eclipsed by your curiosity. The tentacles ranged in size from no wider than your pinky to as thick as your forearm. It was impossible to tell what colour they were, with the low light in the cave glistening off the creature's skin in a rainbow of different hues.
However, none of that was the most fascinating thing about the creature.
No. That distinction belonged to whatever substance it was secreting from its skin. Your skin tingled everywhere the creature touched, like flashes of pleasure zapping across your flesh and centering in your drenched cunt. Parts of your body you'd never given much thought to—the curve of your waist, your collar bone, your arch of your feet—all became erogenous zones.
Every slide of the creature's skin against yours sent pleasure zinging through you. It was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. You basked in your god's love, absorbing it deep into your pores.
And that was when you felt a slender tendril curl around one of your aching nipples. You cried out, and the sound echoed through the cavern.
It was divine ecstasy. You wanted to feel it everywhere. And so, following some instinct you didn't quite understand, you arched your back and parted your thighs as much as you could, wordlessly encouraging the creature to continue its exploration of your body.
The response was immediate. Most of the larger tentacles had been hovering around you while the smaller, more nimble appendages crept along your bare form. Now, the larger tentacles swarmed you, wrapping around your waist, curling around your thighs…
And plunging into your soaked cunt.
Yes.
Your orgasm was almost instantaneous. A shocked, ecstatic cry tore itself free from your throat, only to be cut off by another tentacle pressing past your lips and down your throat.
The taste…
Ambrosia.
How had you lived without this for so long? You slurped hungrily on the tentacle, desperate to get your fill and utterly convinced that you never would. The syrupy taste of the tentacle almost eclipsed the pleasure flooding through your body from the tentacle pumping into your pussy. It made your head swim, and you were grateful for the tentacles holding you in place, or you feared you would have floated up to the ceiling.
An impossible number of tentacles surrounded you. The smaller ones zeroed in on the parts of your body that were most sensitive; the hollow of your throat, the back of your neck, your nipples, your clit.
And all the while, the ones in your cunt pistoned in and out of your body, stretching you impossibly wide. The sounds they made as they slid through your pussy was obscene, a beautiful harmony to the helpless grunts that escaped your throat despite the tentacle in your mouth.
Greedy, you tried to absorb it all, tried to etch every sensation into your memory.
Little did you realise that that was only the beginning.
The tentacles inside your pussy slowly withdrew, as did the one in your mouth, leaving you utterly bereft. It was agony, and you had to be the worst kind of sinner to deserve such a fate. An agonised wail tore itself free from your throat, and you thrashed in a desperate attempt to coax the creature back inside you.
It did not leave you to suffer for long.
With little ceremony, the creature stuffed another tentacle down your throat, and oh. It was one of the same tentacles that had been buried in your cunt. Your taste mingled with the sweetness from the creature's skin, utterly delicious. Another orgasm rippled through you, making you shudder and gasp and arch your hips, fucking up into nothing.
The creature accepted your wordless invitation. Another tentacle invaded your cunt, this one as thick as your forearm; you felt an insistent pressure at your rear entrance and knew that it was only a matter of time before another tentacle began fucking your ass. The smaller tentacles continued to toy with your nipples and clit, flicking over the sensitive buds until you saw stars.
And yet, despite how exquisite it all felt… you wanted more. You needed more.
And so, you received.
The creature picked up it's pace, fucking you harder and faster and deeper. You could feel the tip of its tentacle bumping up against your cervix, and a crazy thought flashed through your mind.
You wanted it to come inside you.
Fuck.
Eyes rolling back just imagining it, you sucked harder on the tentacle in your mouth, glutting yourself on its taste as though you that would convince the creature to empty its loads into you. The idea should have horrified you; that much come from a creature this size… it was impossible. You'd burst.
You need it like you needed your next breath.
The tentacle at your asshole finally pressed inside you. You'd never been so full; you never wanted to be left empty again. Helplessly, you clenched around the creature as yet another orgasm rolled through you.
It was all too much. Darkness encroached at the edges of your vision, and you surrendered gladly to escape the almost excruciating pleasure.
You weren't sure how long you'd blacked out for. Was it the wet, slapping sounds of the creature fucking your holes that woke you, or the next round of orgasms wracking your body?
None of it mattered.
Because the tentacle in your mouth—fucking your throat with a delicious gluk gluk gluk—had swollen, and the secretion from its skin had coated the roof of your mouth and the back of your tongue and—
More of the sweet liquid spurted from its tip and poured down your throat. It threatened to choke you; precious drops leaked from the corners of your mouth as you struggled to drink it all down. You knew that if you could, you'd have wailed in protest at the loss. Instead, you focused on gulping down as much as the syrupy fluid as you could.
You were so focused on the tentacle in your mouth that you almost missed the strange, fluttering sensation at your cervix. Something… something was entering your womb. Was the creature coming inside of you?
But you didn't have any time to ponder what was happening. Come was being pumped into your mouth and ass as you shuddered through yet another orgasm.
The creature fucking you was relentless. It seemed determined to see you filled to the brim, and as soon as one tentacle pulled out of one your soaked holes, another took its place. The tentacle in your cunt, so deliciously, agonisingly thick, finally pulled out, and more immediately swarmed to take its place.
Had you been more lucid, you may have wanted to take a look at that tentacle, to wonder how it differed from the others. But coherent thought was beyond you now. All you cared about was being a receptacle to your god's pleasure, to being filled up with its most holy essence.
You lost count of the number of times you came. By now, the tentacles that had been holding your wrists and ankles had released their grip; you were too come drunk to even lift your head, let alone resist. Those tentacles took their turn fucking you and coming inside your limp body.
How long had it been since you'd entered the cave? Hours? Days? Your belly was round and swollen from number of loads that had been pumped into you. The air smelled like sex and cum and sweat, a heady mixture that you breathed deep into your lungs. There was a puddle beneath you, a mixture of your juices and the creature's come that had spilled from your swollen cunt with each tentacle that fucked you and added to it.
You never wanted to leave this place.
But light was beginning to spill into the cave. The sun was coming up.
Your night of divine sacrifice was coming to an end. The creature seemed to sense it as well. Slowly, one by one, the tentacles withdrew from where they surrounded you and back into the water, until only the one in your mouth remained. As awful as losing the ones in your cunt and asshole had been, the thought of this tentacle leaving you was almost unbearable.
Nursing hungrily on the tentacle—as though you hadn't glutted yourself on its come the whole night—you didn't notice the sound of footsteps until the others had stopped just before the dais.
There were gasps and whispers. You felt giddy at the prospect of them seeing you service your god this way, and weakly spread your legs so that they might see the your soaked, puffy holes.
At last, the creature extracted its final tentacle from your slackened mouth and disappeared back into the pond.
You were beyond exhausted by now, and so uncomfortably full of come that you thought you might die from it. Despite all that, you reached up a trembling hand to rub your belly. If only there were a way too keep all of this inside you forever.
Finally, the others joined you up on the dais. Their expressions were awestruck.
"It's never stayed past sunrise before," someone murmured. "It's a miracle."
They hurried over to you and gentle hands helped you to sit up. Your skin was coated in come, and it made it difficult for them to keep a hold of you. You wanted to lick the taste of your god from their fingers.
"I want… I want m… more," you whispered in a hoarse voice. If you were able, you'd have crawled into the pond in search of the creature. Exhaustion rolled over you in a wave; your eyelids were so heavy.
There were soft chuckles around you, and you basked in the warmth of the sound as the others surrounded you to lift you to your feet. It took two of them to support your weight. Come dribbled from your cunt and down onto the dais, making a soft dripping sound. You mourned the loss of every precious drop.
"I, uh, I don't…" You licked your lips and could still taste the creature there. "I don't think I can… I can w… walk."
"Don't fret," a voice murmured just behind your shoulder. You felt them tuck a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. "All we need to do is get you outside. Do you think you can make it that far?"
I'll try, you wanted to say. But you were so tired. So you simply nodded, allowing the others to guide you as you shuffled forward on unsteady legs.
You didn't remember the trip down the mountain; you didn't remember entering your home. The last thing you were aware of before unconsciousness pulled you under was someone brushing a feather light kiss across your brow, and a soft whisper in your ear.
It’s been a while since I wrote about tentacles. So I thought I’d rectify that. Here are parts I and II if you feel like checking them out.
Now, let the smut commence.
The thing about Cretan's company was that they were always enthusiastic to try something new. You were a prime example of that; after a company-wide survey had shown that his employees were stressed at work, Cretan had hired you to help them take the edge off. One afternoon, when he'd been fucking you during a conference call, you'd heard him talk about hiring a few more people for the position since it had been such a resounding success.
You were excited about the idea of there being more office sluts, and you'd let out a loud, enthusiastic moan as Cretan had cum inside you.
But it would still be a little while before they implemented that particular policy.
This afternoon, you'd been sent to the labs. Cretan had explained that they needed a test subject for some new innovation. He'd been a little vague on the details, or maybe you'd just missed them with his cock down your throat.
And so one of the lab techs had escorted you down to the testing area. He spent most of the time staring at and talking to your tits, which was cute. You unbottoned your blouse without him having to ask to give him a better look.
"Oh, jeez," he said, eyes widening. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, he reached out to grope your tits, feeling the weight of them in his hands. "The folks at head office weren't kidding; you really are a whore."
You perked right up at that. "They told you about me?"
But the tech—was his name Bruce? Adam?—wasn't listening anymore. He'd leaned in to capture of your nipples in his mouth and was suckling your tits hungrily even as he started to grind his crotch against your thigh. You mewled in pleasure, threading your fingers through his hair to bring him in closer. His hands were touching you everywhere, greedy, and they were about creep beneath your skirt when you heard someone clearing their throat noisily.
"Really, Jake? I know the office slut can't help herself, but I expect better from you." A centaur in a labcoat came striding forward, the ground trembling beneath them with her every footstep; her glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose, and there were flecks of grey at her temples. Fuck, just looking at her made your mouth water. She pulled Jake away by his ear, ignoring his little yelp of pain.
"Come along, dear," she said to you kindly, putting one huge hand on your shoulder. "My name's Kaela. There's nothing for you to worry about; this is a task I we believe you'll be particularly well-suited for."
You just smiled and nodded, content to follow wherever she led, Jake forgotten as you silently willed her to take notice of your tits. It was impossible to keep your expression from slipping into a pout when she kept things professional, instead telling you about alternative electricity generation and summoning rituals.
"Can I suck your cock?" you interrupted after a moment. Kaela blinked down at you, looking torn between exasperation and amusement.
"Let's see how you're feeling after our little experiment," she said, continuing to steer to the lab.
The lab was pretty much what you'd expected. There were people bent over desks scribbling notes while others conversed in low voices. But every pair of eyes looked up as you passed, following you as Kaela led you to an empty room. There was a massive mirror opposite the door, and you could see your own reflection staring back at you, wide-eyed and disheveled.
And Kaela…
Fuck, she was magnificent. Kaela loomed over you as she gently nudged you inside. Her warm brown skin slowly faded into the roan of her gleaming coat and you watched, hypnotised as her tail flicked back and forth absentmindedly. She was explaining something to you about portals and runes and the battery on zero percent next to the door, but you weren't listening to a word she said.
"… need you to take your clothes off," she said, finally piercing through the haze of lust that had built up.
She didn't need to ask you twice. The words were barely out of her mouth before you were stepping out of your skirt and shrugging out of your blouse.
"How do you want me?" you asked, beaming at her. "Is there a mating bench we can use? Or I can—"
Kaela actually chuckled. Her raspy voice sent shivers through you that centred right in your cunt.
"I'm going to have to speak to Cretan," she said ruefully. "He really didn't do you justice."
You weren't sure whether that was a compliment, but Kaela didn't give you time to think on it. She gently tugged you into the middle of the room, stopping when you were just outside a ritual pentagram on the floor.
"Now, when I tell you—and only when I tell you—you're going to step into the summoning circle. And if at any time you want the experiment to stop—"
Kaela kept talking and you kept staring at her lips, admiring the way her mouth shaped her words and wishing you'd felt her sucking on your tits instead of whatshisname. She sighed again and patted you on the head before leaving the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.
Huh. It wasn't every day that someone took the time to summon something from another reality. It was a task that required a tremendous amount of power, as well as something to offer the creature in return for its help.
Maybe you should've paid closer attention to what Kaela had been saying earlier.
But there wasn't time to worry about that now. Kaela's voice sounded over the speakers in the ceiling, instructing you to step into the circle. You hesitated, but only for a moment. This was what you were here for, after all.
Nothing happened. It was very anticlimactic.
Right until it wasn't.
The portal began to glow a luminous purple and, as you watched tentacles began to emerge from the tip of every star. They were long and black, as broad as one of your thighs.
"Holy—"
You didn't have time to finish your sentence. The tentacles whipped forward, wrapping around your arms and legs, one curling around your waist. As you watched, more tentacles appeared, deft and covered in bumps and more slender than the first, although still as thick as your wrist. There were dozens of them and they swarmed you eagerly, slipping and sliding over your skin and groping at your tits and ass. They left a sticky residue everywhere they touched, making your whole body tingle.
They're like… prehensile cocks, you thought dazedly.
And you knew just what to do with a cock.
Relaxing in the tentacles' tight grip, you turned your head to take the closest one into your eager mouth. The secretion coating the tentacle was sticky and sweet, addictive. You sucked on the tendril, determined to get as much of it as you could.
Their reaction was immediate.
The tentacles seemed to throb in unison, pausing for a fleeting moment before going wild. There was no part of your body they left unexplored. They slid between and around your tits, the globes of your ass, the weeping slit of your cunt. You moaned around the tentacle in your mouth, ready to beg for more, but there was no need. The tentacles around your thighs spread you open wider, allowing one of the appendages at your cunt to spear you open.
Your eyes rolled back in your head, scream muffled by the tentacle that was inching down your throat.
Fuck, the sheer girth of the tentacle was exquisite, the thickest thing you'd ever taken inside you. You shuddered and bucked against the writhing mass' hold, desperate to get the tentacle to move, to fuck you the way you so desperately needed; you didn't have to wait long. It began to pump inside you, in and out, the bumps and ridges dragging along your walls in a way that made you dizzy.
And even so, it wasn't enough. An insatiable hunger was building inside you, a gluttonous need for more. More tentacles fucking you, more of their sticky juices down your throat, more pleasure…
More cum.
You keened loudly as a another tendril worked its way inside you, one tentacle thrusting in as another pulled out. It wasn't long before another wriggled into your asshole, filling you to the brim. The thick, syrupy fluid dribbling copiously from the fat tentacle in your mouth was sliding down your throat and into your belly and, fuck, you needed more.
Sucking and slurping at the tendril, you coaxed out ever more precum from its tip, revelling in the way its thrusts became rougher and more erratic. It was losing control, the long limb thickening in your throat so that it almost cut off your breathing.
And then…
A torrent of delicious cum spurted from the tentacle, threatening to choke you. You accepted it all gladly, gratefully, but only for a moment.
Still not enough.
If it'd been a human fucking you, they'd never be able to satisfy you. But these tentacles—so long and fat and full of cum—seemed to be made for fucking. They matched your hunger with their own. As soon as one tentacle came inside you, another would take its place, fucking the cum of its predecessor more into you more deeply.
You lost track of how many times you'd cum, of how many long, sticky limbs had forced themselves inside you. Your grip on consciousness was tenuous; you slipped in and out of the darkness, exquisite ecstasy tipping you into it and indescribable bliss pulling you back out. Sweat and spit and cum coated your skin, making it glisten in the light from the battery. Every breath filled your lungs with the scent of sex, heady and luscious.
Time lost all meaning. It could have been only minutes in the room, it could have been days. Your tummy was round and swollen from the loads you'd taken, your whole body trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation. The tentacles' appetites seemed sated now as they idly toyed with your body, continuing to force orgasm after excruciating orgasm from your limp form.
The door to your paradise opened.
A large, majestic creature—a centaur—stepped inside. She was smiling.
"You did a wonderful job today, sweetheart. This experiment filled up several of our batteries."
Fuck, her praise felt almost as good as your last orgasm. Mewling weakly, you stared at her as you continued to nurse at the tentacle in your mouth. You wished she'd fuck you; she'd feel so good, fill you up so perfectly now that the tentacles had loosened you up. Her cock would slide right in, the head would wedge itself right against your cervix—
A tall, reedy man stepped out from behind the centaur, an ancient tome in his hands. He was muttering under his breath, brow furrowed in concentration as he came right up to the pentagram and used the toe of his shoe to break the circle.
The effect was immediate. You fell through the air as the tentacles holding you suspended disappeared, letting out a weak little yelp of surprise. But a pair of strong arms caught you before you could hit the ground. The centaur—Kaela, you remembered suddenly—lifted you as though you weighed no more than a child.
"Careful," she scolded the man. "You could've…"
Her voice washed over you as she cradled you against her broad chest. Even though it was a hardship to keep your eyes open, you couldn't resist reaching beneath her jacket to feel her tits. Kaela made an exasperated sound but didn't tell you to stop. Instead, she carried you out of the room and past all the other scientists staring at you.
You fell asleep before she'd even made it out of the lab, one hand still cupping one of Kaela's tits.
First of all, everybody say thank you to my lovely roommate and their strap for getting me to make such pretty noises for you all <3
Secondly, thank you all for 2k+ followers! I started this silly little horny blog to try and express myself, as well as to try and overcome my insecurities and feel sexy again. I never imagined I'd be getting 2k of you following me in such little time lol. I'm glad you all enjoy what I post, and I hope you enjoy this as well~
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