OH FUCK! Prestira’s thought burst into my mind. She wriggled in the air like a fish on a line, and I laughed manically, a girlish sound cascading from my lips in congruence with my ever-growing tongue. Deeper and deeper I went with each violating appendage, sliding through my lover’s insides like a serpentine worm, feeling her soft secrets, the delicate flesh therein. The erogenous receptors that swathed my tentacles were blazing with the sensations of her as I gently navigated through her sphincters, the imprint of my exploration corrupting the soft expanse of her belly. Then, the thin point of a tip emerged from Prestira’s mouth, and another emerged from her anus, wagging like a perverse tail. Prestira’s entire body went slack, paralyzed with the shock of sensation. She watched with disbelieving eyes as the tentacle that had emerged from her mouth swayed in the air, glistening and dripping. Her abdomen was deformed with the two slithering limbs, each pulsing with opposing oscillations. Prestira jerked once, then twice, then began to convulse. I squirmed my tentacles into her as she danced in orgasm, the suctioning nodes that undulated through her holes becoming sticky with her anal secretion and womanly sap. I tasted the nectarous flavor of her insides from mouth to anus, and slithered my impromptu tongue greedily through her, my eyes wild, my laugh manic as I saw her slack expression, glazed and stupefied by such heinous delights. The squelching of my penetration sounded over the gurgle of her mindless screams, each one rising higher, her body writhing in the air, her arms flailing, her back arching, her spread legs quivering and her toes curling back. She erupted like a fountain, spraying me with the hormone-rich urine of her release, her pelvis jutting, her crotch a mangled ruin of tentacular digits pulsating through her winking apertures.
When she’d finished, I eased her lovingly onto the table, stroking her face, gently evacuating her. She blinked away her ecstatic tears, and cupped my face. We didn’t need to say the words.
“What the fuck?!” A baritone voice tore through my revelry. I turned around to see everyone in the room gawking at me. It was Brock who had yelled it, and he stared with a slack jaw, the wheels in his mind turning.
Yavara broke the silence, squirming her way out from beneath Elena and racing across the room. “Me next!” She announced, solidifying the proclamation with an excited click of her heels.
“I would also like a turn.” Patricia said sultrily, dismounting from Trenok.
“As would I.” Certiok said, getting in line.
“And me.” Elena said, limping behind Certiok. Elena’s slaves lined up in an orderly row behind their master, each one of them grinning at me with near-childish excitement.
“And me.” A deep voice said behind me, a pair of strong hands descending on my shoulders, something wet and hard prodding my middle back. I looked behind to see Trenok looking over me, his tusked mouth curved in a predatory grin. Oh, did I swoon? I think I did. Then there was another set of hands on me, and another thing stabbing my belly, and I turned to see Brock grinning down. I shivered between them, my attention solely devoted on their throbbing tips moving against me, the press of their bodies, their hands descending to my breasts, my waist, hoisting me between them.
“Destiny, have you seen Zander anywhere?” Brock growled, his pulsing cock sliding down my belly, “I swore he was just here.”
“He just left; funny that.” I gasped, their tips centering on my anus and slit, threatening to impale me, “The two of us can never seem to be in the same place.”
“Not like Dad and me.” Trenok chuckled in my ear, “We’re about to be in exactly the same place. Take a deep breath, Destiny.”
They impaled me, their cocks bursting through my insides, opening me, squishing the membrane that separated me. I hit bottom with a jiggling slap, my knees hooked on their elbows near my breasts, my ass the lowest point, spread wide in the position to take them twelve-inches deep. The bolt of sensation surged up my spine, compelling my head to fling skyward, pushing into Trenok’s chest. Some women might’ve felt trapped between them, but I only felt like the meat of a man-sandwich, and my appetite was absolutely rapacious! I giggled at Brock, shimmied my hips in his hold, and extended my arms to my sides. Ten tentacles shot from my fingers, each of the branching into more tendrils, snaking on the floor, the ceiling, the walls, the tips seeking those wet, tight places. I’d done a lot of things in my time, but this… this would certainly be new.
CERTIOK
Well, this was certainly new. I was in a writhing pile of women, our pressing bodies separated by the thick wet tentacles that roped us and entered us, carrying some airborne, pinning others to the wall. The firelight illuminated the debauchery in a hellish glow, every surface of the hut covered in slithering prehensile limbs, blocking the sunlight, leaving only the orange flame and the black shadows it cast. The faces of those around me were akin to demons, and it might have been terrifying if I didn’t count myself amongst the damned.
“Fuck me, you Ranger cunt, FUCK ME!” I snarled, my body joined with Elena’s, our motions violent and untamed. Two tentacles writhed in my ass, tenderly invading me deeper, those wonderful nodes serrating my insides with their wet suction.
“You she-orc slut!” Elena was breathing heatedly in my face, her hips undulating to the euphoria provided by Destiny’s penetrating tentacles, both her holes filled, her cock pumping into my cunt. Her sapphire eyes were crazed amethysts in the firelight, her grimace broad and wanton, spit leaking from her clenched teeth, splashing my lips. She pounded into me until I was bending backward in the bed of tentacles, calling her name, my thighs held wide apart by the wrap of squid limbs that spiraled my arms and legs. With a final heave, she came inside me, and I arched back in the carnal delight of it, feeling her hot seed pour into me. Then the tentacles pulled her into the darkness, her cry fading into the discordant drone of moans that filled the room.
“Certiok.” A voice whispered, behind me. Prestira. She glowed with power in the darkness, the tentacles seeming to obey her command. They meandered across her body with perverse sensuality, sliding between her legs, slithering up her torso, wrapping gently around her throat. She extended her arm, and like a pet snake, a tentacle undulated down the length of the proffered limb, stretched the distance between us, and slid between my legs. I moaned as I was carried to her from the inside, elevated from the ground, my legs splayed. I was stopped before her, presented like a prize pelt.
“You are a strong woman.” Prestira said, running gentle fingers along the contours of my abdomen, “I used to think I was a strong woman.” She smiled up at me, and it was a fractured grin. “Now I know better. I don’t know why, but I wish to see another strong woman broken.”
“What?! Prestira, I-” A tentacle burrowed down my throat, choking out my protest.
“Shh, dear.” Prestira smiled, “You’ll enjoy it. I’m not cruel.”
Maybe I had more to say, but I couldn’t find the words. My insides were so hot, so… empty! Crystal strolled beside me, her hand running down my back, trailing between my legs, the delicate fingers caressing the folds of my occupied slit. She stepped toward Prestira, and the witch put an arm around Elena’s matriarchal slave. Both their complexions were dotted with countless suction welts, and I realized that my own flesh had been so marred. It aroused me to see it like that. It aroused me to see the surrounding tentacles slither on the floor toward me, snaking up my legs, those nodes squelching upon my flesh. It aroused me to see that look in Prestira’s white eyes as my anus was pried open by two tentacles to make room for a girthier third. I wondered what kind of face I made for her, but I knew the sound. It was an escalating groan, my enslaved body relishing the torment, wanting only the perverse. My wish was answered when a unique tentacle undulated before me, its tip opening to reveal scores of writhing tendrils, like that of an anemone. It pushed into my slit to join the one already inside, those little wriggling tips electrifying my insides, caressing the entrance to my womb, invading it.
“Thank you!” I sobbed around the tentacle in my mouth.
Prestira cock her head, an odd smile creasing her lips. “You’re welcome.” Then she wrapped her arm around Crystal, and I was pulled into the darkness.
“Hello Certiok.” Patricia giggled, trapped against the wall. She was so coiled in tentacles that I couldn’t tell what was being done to her, but I could tell by the way she moved that it was heaven for her. I was carried past her, the tentacles within me slowly pushing deeper, my mind drifting in a tempest of pleasure. Psychedelic flashes caught my vision. Opal screaming on the ground, her anus prolapsed about a thick appendage, Onyx gently licking the outturned pink sheath of her sister, her own ebony body wrapped with tentacles, five of them wriggling fervently between her splayed cheeks. Diamond was pressed between Ruby and Sapphire, their supple bodies bathed in the orange light, squirming with inhuman fluidity, sharing mouths, pushing their tails into each other, spreading their legs to take the tentacles deeper. Prestira and Crystal were making love, their legs overlapped, their forms held aloft by the twisting appendages that entered them from below. Destiny was in the center of it all, her arms outstretched, branching in a hundred different ways to cover every surface of the hut in her cephalopod limbs. Trenok and Brock pressed her between them, fucking her with a violence I didn’t know she could take. Her sapphire hair flailed, her diamond-speckled flesh glittered, her breasts jiggled to the fervent rhythm of the orcs. Her gaze was connected heatedly with Brock’s, her lips snarling, baring teeth in an animalistic display of lust. The elegant length of her neck was striated with tension, her golden flesh was flushed, the sweat glistened from her. She was close. She flung her head back, her turquois lips parted, her cries sounding over it all. Her eyes were blazing orange. Everyone’s were.
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