I forced the creature over, onto her knees, her ass in the air. I spread her cheeks, inspecting her asshole and slit, deciding where I wanted to put my cock. The copying of my mother was perfect, down to the details of her body. How the thing managed to create such a perfect reproduction in just the two or three seconds between when it pulled my mother under and when the false version appeared before us left me amazed.
I shrugged and stroked my cock. Every other phallite purge I had done, something had been in the recipient’s vagina, either me or in the case of Ona, Clementina’s strap-on. I figured it was best to play it safe, so I put my hands on her thighs and used my thumbs to spread her long, thick, meaty labia apart, exposing the pink beyond. Slime trickled from her slit and from my cock. Her asshole gaped, sliding out more slime.
My cock head hovered inches in front of her pussy. I took a deep breath and pushed the purple, gaping tip of my cock forward.
As my meat penetrated the succubus cunt, chaos erupted.
The succubus’ head began turning around, slowly, rotating completely 360 degrees and continuing, making two, then three, then four rotations. It went round and round, doing the impossible. I instinctively pulled my cock free and scrambled backwards, Clementina and Ona did the same. Ona made for the door but paused and turned at the archway. Clementina hovered by my side near the succubus as we both stared in mute horror.
The succubus screamed and thrashed, her arms and legs shaking free of the rope and flailing around like a rag doll. Her head, which had continue to rotate, increased its momentum, finally ripping free of the body with a sickening crunch and rolling across the floor of the chamber. Blood spouted from the open neck sending streamers of spray across Clementina and I, then an immense pink stalk or tentacle shot out, rocketing across the floor and into the urn with the reddish fluid at the base of the statue.
What, exactly, happened inside the well under the urn I am not sure, but suddenly six tentacles shot from the urn – apparently the creature wasn’t dead after all. The pink stalk on which the succubus body was still impaled lifted into the air, shooting blood and slime across the chamber. The arms and legs flailed randomly as the stalk lifted the body up and it hung upside down above the tentacles.
A motion within the secret chamber where my mother lay in a coma caught my eye. I turned and saw my mother climbing out of the sarcophagus. I tried to move to help her, but the random flailing of the tentacles about the room prevented me. I stood helplessly by and watched my mother walk calmly towards the tentacle beast. She pulled off her bikini top and thong, casting them to the floor, then approached the body of the impaled succubus.
As I stared at her, I felt someone brush my my shoulder and turned. It was Ona. I grabbed her shoulder and tried to pull her back but she ducked away and continued towards the tentacles.
“I wanted some of that tentacle action the first time we met this thing,” she said. “I wonder if it’s game this time.”
Before I could stop her, she had moved within striking range of the long, slimy, sucker-covered tentacles. I waited, expecting her to be knocked to the side or thrown across the room, but instead the thing seemed to know she was there and the flailing limbs avoided her somehow.
Meanwhile, my mother had emerged from the sarcophagus chamber and was now standing in front of the upside-down body of the succubus that still stood atop the pink stalk, hovering over the well. The succubus arms and legs had stopped flailing and now simply hung limply. As with Ona, the creature seemed to know where my mother was and avoided hitting her as the tentacles slowly calmed their motions.
My mother stood beside and slightly below the inanimate body of the succubus. She reached up and grabbed the creature’s ribcage. With a strength I didn’t know she possessed, she pulled the succubus’ ribs apart, ripping the skin and causing a fountain of blood and gore to cascade down across her naked, curvy body. The thick soup of blood and tissue covered her breasts, trickled off her nipples and mixed with milk as it ran in a stream down her stomach and past her slime-soaked slit. Bits of tissue stuck in her hair. My mother reached inside the corpse which now had its internal organs suspended underneath it, and pulled out a phallite. I recognized it as the phallite she had taken on originally. The creature was the same except it now had red streaks across its body. My mother opened her mouth and the creature crawled down her throat.
My mother again reached into the gore of the succubus corpse and pulled out another white phallite – the one I had just brought from the nexus. This one she set on the floor and the creature quickly scurried back towards the nexus. Finally, my mother reached into the bloody corpse of the succubus one last time. This time she pulled out a small, red, glowing phallite that was only about half the size of a normal phallite.
She looked in my direction and smiled, then opened her mouth and let the glowing red phallite inside. Immediately, her pupils turned a glowing red and I felt a warmth emanate from her, even at a distance.
Meanwhile, Ona had moved to the very edge of the urn and looked down. For a moment I thought she was going to jump in, but before she could, one of the tentacles slipped down by her feet and slithered around her ankles. She looked down and smiled. The appendage slowly moved up her leg, adding its slime to the cascade of ooze that was already pouring from Ona’s pussy and ass. A second tentacle slipped beside it and slithered up her other leg.
Ona spread her legs, bent down and rested her elbows on the side of the urn, her heavy, milky pendulous breasts hanging down against the edge of the urn, and her long, hard, brown nipples trickling milk. She reached down and stroked her slime-covered labia and emerging clitoris, sending even more slime cascading down her thighs. Her asshole gaped widely, showing pink inside, and a lobe of tissue domed outwards, along with her pink anal sheath. The tentacles hovered around her thighs for a moment, then the first slid upwards, probing her lobes, tickling them, making Ona shiver, arch her back, and close her eyes. It slid up, inside her waiting slit. The second tentacle pushed into her slimy asshole.
Both appendages probed further and further inside as Ona moaned and begged for more, for them to go deeper.
A few feet away, my mother still stood next to the urn as well, still coated head to toe in grue, gore and blood from the succubus, who had been slowly dissolving into a pinkish froth that ran down the stalk and disappeared into the pool. My mother climbed up and stood on the edge of urn. She raised her arms outwards at her sides, tilted her head back, and screamed.
“Come to me, guardian!” she called. “Come to me now!”
Clementina and I looked at each other as we watched.
“What the fuck,” I whispered.
Suddenly the reddish water in the urn erupted and something emerged.
Below the waist it was a mass of slimy tentacles – the same tentacles that were squirming all over the room. But above the waist it was a green-skinned woman. She had large phallite breasts that trickled milk, and blindingly white hair. Her high-set, long, wide, erect nipples were cream-colored. Had she been a human woman and had legs I guessed she probably would have stood seven feet or more, but instead from the waist down she was nothing but writhing, curling tentacles.
My mother reached out the tentacled creature and the two embraced. My mother kissed her on the lips and the two hugged closely, their bodies pressing together, milk pouring from between their breasts that slipped slickly against each other.
My mother wrapped her legs around the green woman’s waist just above the tentacles and they continued to embrace and kiss as the creature rose on it’s tentacles and lifted up into the air high above us in the chamber. With her legs wrapped wide around the tentacle creature, I could see my mother’s slit and asshole gaping, but not for long.
Two tentacles slipped upwards. One found my mother’s ass one found her slit. They began pistoning in and out of her as she continued to cling to the tentacle creature causing her orifices to gape even wider and push out pink domes around the slimy appendages. Her moans of pleasure echoed through the chamber, mixing with Ona’s cries of pleasure.
Speaking of Ona, Clementina’s sister was now on all fours on the floor of the chamber. Two huge tentacles were sliding frantically in and out of her gaped asshole and a third was pushing inside, stretching her pink sphincter even wider as slime gushed and frothed out around the huge appendages. A fourth tentacle, thicker than any other and pulsating in a strange fashion, was stationed in her pussy, working in a slower, more rhythmic fashion. Ona moaned.
The appendage in her slit pulled out for a moment, and it grew even wider. Suddenly an opening appeared in the tip and a greenish slime began slipping out. The tentacle grew even bigger, almost seven or eight inches wide, as it pumped and poured the slime out. Finally, it forced its way back into Ona’s stretched, gaping slit. She screamed – I wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain – as the appendage pressed inside of her. It throbbed and pulsed as load after load of green slime poured out into Ona’s waiting body. Green goo mixed with Ona’s own clear slime, poured from her pussy lips around the tentacle, then began trickling from her asshole.
Ona rolled over onto her back, her large pendulous milky tits splaying out to the side and squirting milk, her thick hips spread wide, as the three tentacles in her ass pushed in and out, stretching her asshole wide and pulling lobes of clinging pink meat in and out over a foot with each stroke. Her anal sheath was stretched out over three feet and formed a flesh webbing across the tentacles. The three limbs in her ass paused their ministrations and each pulled her asshole in a different direction, tugging the pink sphincter even wider, stretching her sheath insanely, and eliciting another groan from Ona.
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