I stood there in the cave – rather, in the creature that took the shape of the cave. My legs still wobbled, but I was standing on my own at least.
The tentacles were still moving. Still reaching, still hungry. Curling and uncurling, patiently, like they knew I was going to go right back to them. The small tendrils closest to me slithered towards my feet, the larger ones writhed and swayed in a motion that was sort of beckoning me towards them. Probably the closest we’d gotten to communication so far. My pussy was still leaking its cum, and it still wanted more.
I looked behind me. The exit was right there, a rope dangling from the forest floor where I dropped in from. I could just get dressed, climb out, make my way back to town and tell the alchemist that this job was impossible. I’d eat the contract fee, I would waste a day’s work, and my reputation would take a hit. A huge asterisk next to the only thing I was known for – ‘she always delivers no matter the contract’.
I turned the empty vial in my fingers, looking back at the tentacles. I couldn’t deny that they felt amazing, but maybe that was their point. To so thoroughly take apart a woman’s senses that she begs to be bred by them. My body was already heating back up at the thought of being fucked by them again, but that was the problem. I needed that cum to get poured into the vial, not into my pussy. And I needed to be lucid enough to make the right decision when the time came.
I couldn’t end up with my arms pinned above my head again. That was where it went wrong last time. Well, one of the ways it went wrong. I was too busy convulsing in rolling orgasms to even consider another way to get it to fill the vial up, but even going back to that moment I didn’t see a way to do that without the use of my hands. I didn’t have a solution for that yet. I’d figure it out.
I took a step towards the tentacles. I felt a thrill move through me as they seemed to encourage me back. I looked at the suckered tentacles and remembered how they felt on my arms, my legs, my tits. I looked at the small tendrils and remembered how they felt slithering and caressing over my stomach, my ass, my neck. I looked at the cock tentacle and remembered how it stretched my pussy. I took a breath, pushing it all down, focusing on my purpose here.
The small tendrils found my feet first, swirling over my ankles and stroking my skin, welcoming me back. The larger tentacles drifted towards me, all four of them starting to rub and coil over my limbs. My nipples hardened, my pussy clenched, but I kept myself focused. One of the tentacles reached for my left wrist, taking it and starting to coil around it. I knew if I let them I’d end up in the same bind as last time.
I only had one moment to correct things. I was tempted to pull away, to disengage entirely, but that would just set me back to square one. No, I wanted it to take me, but I wanted to be in control this time. I felt the tentacle holding my wrist, not too tightly yet, and I pulled it down. The tentacle came with it. Okay, progress. I moved it to my hip, keeping my hand raised just enough to maintain some dexterity, and I turned my body around. The tentacle followed, coiling around my waist now instead of just holding my wrist.
Oh, I can work with this.
I pulled my right hand, the one holding the vial, down to the same position on my right side. The tentacle followed this one as well, taking my cue and coiling around my waist this time. My limbs were still bound, but they were in the perfect position this time – arms at my sides, forearms forming a V shape across my stomach, my hands just low enough to meet my pussy. Good, this was something of a strategy now.
The tentacle around my waist coiled over it again, doubling up before tightening around me, locking my wrists to my waist, tugging me backwards. I felt another thick tentacle pushing on my spine, between my shoulder blades, supporting me as it slithered along my shoulders, down to my chest, drawing a figure 8 hold on my tits. At the same time, I felt the two suckered tentacles sliding up my legs, coiling around them from my ankles, to my calves, under my knees, and around my thighs. My body felt tight.
Somehow this feels… even worse…
Then it lifted me up off the ground, tilting my body backwards. I had a moment where I thought I was going to fall, but the tentacles held me securely, comfortably. My legs were lifted up and spread apart, despite me instinctively holding them together. I wasn’t sure why I did, it had already fucked me once, it wasn’t like I had anything to be modest about. Even so, it spread them with such strength that I wouldn’t have been able to keep them closed anyway.
It was cradling me in the air, warm all over my body. I felt myself dripping, this time from anticipation. More tendrils slid up from my back, spreading lower to my tailbone and lower back, and up to coil delicately around my neck. I took a breath. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right? What’s up with all the…”
I stopped as I felt my legs open just a little wider, and then I felt one of the suckered tentacles sliding up my slit. “Ohh…” I moaned. It wasn’t the cock tentacle, not yet. So it wants to tease me more? It pressed itself to my pussy, rubbing up and down, lining up its suckers to pop and prickle over my lips and my clit. My hips bucked up against it eagerly. “Fuck…” I was so sensitive, it’d been long enough from my last orgasm that this felt relieving rather than overwhelming. I made sure to keep the vial securely in my hand, relaxing my neck and closing my eyes while it rubbed me.
Up and down, pop after pop, then pressing itself harder to my pussy to writhe against my lips, pressing a sucker to pull and swirl at my clit. “A-ah… yeah…” It was heavenly. I felt the tentacle around my tits tighten, squeezing them, then I felt more suckers fall on top of them and tug at my nipples. “Oh-!” My back arched, my clit throbbed, and I felt myself already getting close to another orgasm. Then my legs opened even more, and I felt a new tentacle slide from my lower back, curling up between my cheeks, pressing against my other hole.
“W-wait, that’s not-” I squirmed, trying to move my ass out of its reach, but it was pointless. This tentacle was slick with something coating itself, pulsing and writhing eagerly. It wasn’t as thick as the cock tentacle, but it had a very similar shape. The suckered tentacles kept prodding and suckling and sliding over my pussy and my tits, making me moan in desperation. The lower tentacle pressed and swirled over my ass. My eyes were wide open now, my breathing heavier. That explained why the bindings felt so much tighter – this was not the same as last time at all.
The suckers pulled on my clit in circles, making my body tense and relax at the same time, keeping me right on the edge of orgasm. Then the slick tentacle pressed more firmly, and I felt my ass stretch open as it pushed inside. “Fuck…!” I tilted my head back, gasping. The sensation was intense. The stretch and the pressure of it changed how everything else felt, the suckered tentacles on my pussy and my nipples feeling more overwhelming now that my ass was being filled at the same time.
“Fuck- it’s too much-!” The suckers on my nipples pressed harder, the swirling on my pussy pressed more firmly, and pleasure slammed through me without warning. I came hard, clenching on the tendril in my ass, leaking my wetness all over the suckered tentacle, panting and moaning in the air while it just kept cradling me and pressing deeper.
I was groaning as it kept wriggling in my ass, the tentacles still teasing the rest of my body. My eyes were half closed, but I had a moment of panic. I snapped my head up and clenched my hand – okay, good, I still had the vial. I was still okay. Shaken, but okay. I rolled my hips against the suckers, I couldn’t help it, but I needed things to move along. “I think you got me- ah, wet enough… I’m- mmh, literally dripping here…” I gyrated my pussy into the tentacle for evidence, and I could hear how sopping wet I was. But it seemed to listen, the tentacle slowly pulling away, giving my pussy a few nice, final pops of its suckers. The slick tentacle kept working in my ass, still something I had to think around.
Finally, I saw the larger cock tentacle lower itself from the ceiling. It swayed as it descended, dangling and throbbing, like it’d been waiting for me to ask for it. I bit my lip, staring at the head, the tip, the sucker lined shaft, angling my hips higher. My pussy throbbed, deep inside, but I had to be wary not to let it overwhelm me this time. My hands were right there, the vial too, all I had to do was find the moment to-
It pushed into me without warning. “Ahh?!” I gasped, my head thrown back, my pussy stretching so nicely as it twisted and wriggled into my sensitive wet folds. I clenched on it hard, my body welcoming it back inside me. Fuck, I’m in trouble…
It wasted no time in fucking me just as hard as last time, pushing deep and pulling back almost completely, making my pussy squelch and churn with my own wetness. “Mmh- mmh- mmh-” I moaned through my bitten lip, forcing myself to stay lucid. The tentacle in my ass thrust into me in tandem, pulling back when the main tentacle pushed, and plunging back in when the cock slid out. My hips shifted from side to side with each push and pull, my legs shaking as I just held on. This was it, this was what I needed, to milk that cock and grab it at just the right moment to collect its cum straight from the source. No more ‘ruined’ seminal fluid, I was going to do this job right. My pussy kept fluttering with a different kind of need.
Then they started fucking me harder. The tentacle in my ass was burrowing even deeper inside me with its thrusts now, stretching me impossibly deep. The cock tentacle rammed into my pussy harder, faster. “Oh- Gods- Fuck- Ah-!” My eyes squinted, but I could actually see my belly bulging with each powerful thrust that the tentacles were making in me. They’re just using me like a toy… I can’t-! It was too much. I was getting close again. I threw my head back and moaned, clenching, willing myself to stay focused, to stay present, to-
“Ulp-!” My jaw stretched as something forced my throat open, and I opened my eyes to see a third tentacle forcing itself into my mouth. “Mmph-!!” I writhed, I screamed, I clenched around it, but it just fucked my throat the same way. It was so warm, it tasted so musky, it was making my mind haze. My pussy was on fire, my ass was still stretched, my tits were being so thoroughly squeezed, my body still suspended on my back with my arms locked to my waist. I made one more desperate clench of my hand, still feeling the vial there. I just needed to focus on that.
The tentacles were doing their best to make sure I couldn’t. The one in my throat throbbed and pushed in and out, forcing me to soften and swallow it each time, making breathing a conscious effort. The one in my ass wriggled and pulled and pushed, curling to press the thin wall between my holes. The cock tentacle in my pussy pushed in deep, reaching behind my cervix and making my walls feel every little pop of its suckers, dragging along my clit as it slid in and out and in and out. My belly kept bulging right where my forearms met my stomach, giving my body a deep thrill at how fucking thoroughly I was being used by these things. “Mmph! Mmph!!” I kept feeling that orgasm coming, and I kept pushing it back down. Every time it bubbled up in my pussy, I squeezed my legs hard and screamed into the throat tentacle, forcing my eyes open, gripping the vial like it was my lifeline.
Holding out was my downfall. The tentacles didn’t care what I needed, they just kept fucking me. Harder, faster, filling every one of my holes. I felt every vein, every ridge, every throb that they made, and they made those throbs for me, for my body they were inside from every angle. It was too good. It was way too good. The tentacles all made one heavy synchronous pulse, and I knew what was coming next. It took me apart.
My body unraveled as I came. My legs shook, my hands gripped, my jaw clenched, my pussy squeezed. I felt every little sensation around me, every single nerve in my body igniting and exploding in pure bliss. I couldn’t see, I could barely breathe, but I could scream loudly even with the tentacle so deep in my throat. “Mmmmmmmmph!!!” There were tears in my eyes. My toes curled to the point of making my feet painfully sore. My clit throbbed. My nipples tingled. I think I even squirted on the tentacle in my pussy, which was now making a dramatic, fast pulse.
I still don’t know how I did it, how I pushed past that enormous waterfall of pleasure, but I grabbed that tentacle right as it made its final warning pulse, pulling it hard. It fought me, trying to push back into my pussy, and that felt amazing, but I pulled again, harder, and it lurched out of me and spasmed as a thick, hot load of cum erupted and landed on me, spraying my stomach, my tits, and my face. I moved it, pulling it to the vial. The next spurt landed inside it – I still couldn’t see, but I could feel the vial vibrate with that jet of cum. Spurt after spurt of tentacle cum erupted into the vial, and it felt heavier and heavier in my hand as it filled up. I closed my eyes, still reeling in orgasm. Even then, I still wanted all that cum inside me, all that warmth and fullness, the way it had felt the first time.
The tentacles still inside me pulled away, retreating into the roof of the creature. The rest of the tentacles lowered me to the floor slowly. They turned me back upright, the tendrils around my legs uncoiling first so I could get settled on my feet. Then the rest of them around my waist, my back, my chest, and my neck, all loosening and unraveling, releasing me. I stood there for a moment, my arms still positioned below my belly out of sheer muscle memory, before I realized I didn’t need to keep them there anymore.
I brought my right hand up, raising the vial to my face. Filled to the brim with that thick, white liquid I had come here for. I walked over to my clothes, retrieving a small stopper, sealing the vial before anything else could drip into it and ruin the whole batch I’d worked so hard to get.
I looked down at my body, slick with the spurt of cum I hadn’t managed to capture, covering my chest and staining my jaw. I took my finger to it, wiping it off of my face. I had a thought to taste it, fleeting, deciding to flick it away instead. My body chose that moment to start coming to terms with what I had just put it through. I sat down on the floor, shaky. The orgasm was still moving through me in fading waves. I felt every nerve ending recalibrating, calming down, resetting from that new absolute peak of what pleasure could be. I’d held my orgasm back for so long, kept it leashed and controlled while everything in me screamed to just let go, and when it finally arrived it had taken me completely apart. I’d gotten the tentacle aimed at the vial about one second before it stopped mattering whether I was focused or not. One second that decided how this whole job was going to go.
I looked down at the vial just to make sure it was still real. It was. The small tendrils brushed over my feet and ankles with what almost felt like affection. I looked down at them, then back at the larger tentacles swaying slowly in the warm cave air. The creature had settled back into its breathing rhythm, and they were coiling back in on themselves, retreating into the walls and the ceiling again. I didn’t know how to tell if a creature like this was satisfied, but I had a feeling this was it. My body seemed to agree.
My mind, however, was moving on to more pressing concerns. Namely, the full load of cum I’d taken deep in my pussy the first round. I put my hand to my belly, feeling warm there. I was going to need to talk to that alchemist about more than just the vial. I sighed, and started to get dressed.
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