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I’d taken this road out of town so many dozens of times by now, most of the uniquely crooked cobblestones were starting to feel nostalgic. It led out the western gate, the one I used more often than not. Most contracts took me in that direction. I’d been telling myself that this job was going to be straightforward since I left town. I actually believed it, for the most part. The alchemist’s shop had that kind of organized chaos that I always found charming. He had a system that made sense to him and I could relate. When I took the job, he slid me a bulb-shaped glass vial, the kind that held more than what you’d think by looking at it.
He explained what he needed matter-of-factly. Seminal fluid, from the creature living in a pit beneath the old forest outside of town. It was recently documented, and supposedly dormant unless engaged. He said ‘seminal fluid’ the way someone might say they needed a pouch of dried mushrooms. But I didn’t blink, weird jobs pay, and this one promised to pay a handsome 100 gold all said and done.
The forest road was quiet, late afternoon light breaking through the canopy in long gold shafts. I’d always liked forests. How the sounds changed as you got deeper, how the air got heavier and cooler, how the whole world narrowed down to just trees and dirt path and the soft give of the ground under your boots. I turned the vial over in my fingers as I walked and thought about the job.
The important part, he couldn’t stress enough, was about the purity of the fluid. The supply had to come directly from the source straight into the vial. Any contamination at all, any foreign biological material, and it was inert. Ruined! Gods, I could hear him saying the line in my head, it was the most passionate he’d been about anything in our quick meeting. But I just nodded and took the vial. I could do this, no problem, no squeamishness.
The trees got older and bigger the deeper I went. The light thinned, and the forest floor darkened to something soft and quiet under my feet. Then I saw the pit, exactly where the map said it’d be. If I could always be so lucky. It was just a hole in the ground, maybe six feet across, rough earthen walls dropping into relative darkness. An organic smell rose from it, animal but not quite animal at the same time. Not unpleasant, just different. I crouched at the edge and looked down into the dark.
Warm air rose against my face. Somewhere below, something moved in a slow and rhythmic way with a deep sound that echoed faintly off the walls. All I needed to do was stroke it off, catch its cum, and I was done. I’d had worse jobs. I took a breath, and dropped in.
I landed in a roll, getting back to my feet quickly. It was dark in here, but not dark enough that I couldn’t see after my eyes adjusted. I kept them open wide, bracing against the wall while I got my bearings. It had some give to it. Strange. As my eyes got used to the low light, I could see the entrance opening up into a full chamber, bigger than the hole above suggested. It was warm here, the smell thicker, still that strange animal quality. I took a step in towards the middle, observing more of my surroundings.
Then I went very still. The walls were moving. I took a breath and recalibrated. They weren’t moving dramatically, not like they were closing in on me, just a slow breathing motion. That explained the give from earlier. The low sound was everywhere, as the walls breathed around me. All of it was alive; the walls, the ceiling, the floor, the entire pit. The creature wasn’t in the cave, it was the cave. Oh. Much bigger than he said it’d be.
I went back through every assumption I’d made on that walk through the forest. I could probably still find something to stroke, some appendage that functioned as its reproductive… something. Large, he said. This is a bit more than just large. I started walking slowly, looking for some kind of difference in its physiology. But it found me first.
I felt something brush up against my ankle, rubbing up onto my calf, and I immediately turned on my heel and skipped backwards. Okay, I’ll admit that I screamed a little. But then I saw what it was; a small cluster of thin tendrils, just protruding from the fleshy ground of the creature, writhing tentatively. They ducked back into itself, and I cocked my head. Huh. I slowly walked back over, sitting on my knees in the spot they appeared in, rubbing the floor with my hand. It was warmer in that spot. “Sorry, I just got spooked. You can come back out,” I offered, unsure if it could even hear or understand me.
Then the floor writhed, undulated, and the tendrils began pushing back up from it. One of them brushed over my hand, another coiling around my wrist. It kind of tickled. They felt firm, but still flexible. Just as warm as the space on the floor they emerged from. The texture was smooth, fleshy, kind of weird but not unpleasant. More of them emerged and I held out my other hand, feeling them explore and coil and rub over my palm and my wrist. Curious little guys.
I was a lot less startled when more appendages started touching my back, pressing into me and finding my bare shoulders. I looked behind me, the small tendrils still around my hands. These two were bigger; more conical shaped with a pointed fleshy tip, their surface lined with suckers, like what you’d find on an octopus. I moved my hands up and away from the small tendrils, turning around. Okay, this must be it… I think. I moved my hand out softly to one of them, closing my fingers around the tentacle. The skin was soft, the suckers fluttering in my palm. I slowly moved my hand up and down, caressing it, trying to get into a stroking rhythm. “You like that?” I asked, genuinely not sure. But I took the other one in my free hand for good measure.
So there I was, on my knees inside a creature the size of a cave, stroking its tentacles in my hands with a glass vial ready to collect its cum. It’d been a while since I gave a handjob, and I never thought I’d be giving two of them to a creature’s tentacles, but here we were.
But the stroking wasn’t working. I was getting less sure that these were the right appendages. I’d been stroking them for… a while now, and my arms were starting to get sore. There was just no escalation. No difference in their motions, no deeper sound coming from the creature, no sign of building towards anything. They wriggled in my hands every now and then, but not with any particular interest. I tried different pressure, faster rhythm, I even tried putting the tip of one of them in my mouth. Nothing.
I dropped my hands to my lap, just staring at the tentacles above me. Okay, this obviously isn’t working. I sat back, sitting cross-legged, considering my options. The small tendrils moved along my feet and ankles, the larger appendages swayed a little. Then I noticed something. The small tendrils weren’t touching my boots, they were more interested in what was above them – my ankles, my shins, my calves, all exposed. Anything above my knees where my travel shorts started, they also had no interest. The larger tentacles seemed to sway towards my head, curling in towards my neck. They could go lower, to my chest, but that was also covered in layers of clothing.
The creature seemed to really like my skin. And I really wanted its cum. I had to be sure though… I reached down and unlaced my boot, pulling it off along with the sock. I set them aside and put my bare foot back down. The tendrils were on it immediately. I sighed. You’ve got to be kidding me.
I stood up, shrugging off my vest and folding it over a patch of floor out of the way. Then I unbuttoned my outer shirt, unclasped my weapon harness, unzipped and pushed my shorts down. I put them all into a neat folded pile over my vest, and I sighed, standing there in just my bra and panties, stepping back towards the tendrils. Oh, they did like this; they writhed with more eagerness as I approached. I smiled to myself, settling back on my knees and opening my hands to take the large tentacles in them while the smaller ones fluttered over my feet and my thighs. “Mm…” I hummed from the feeling.
The small tendrils multiplied and grew under me, curling in to caress my stomach, my ribs, and my shoulders. The larger tentacles seemed more eager now too, pushing back against my hands, and I actually thought I was making progress until they shoved past and tried to coil up my arms. And gods, how strong they were. I fell back and they let my arms go, allowing me to position my hands behind me while I looked up at them. The smaller tendrils slithered all over my body, rubbing my skin and sliding to my inner thighs and up towards my panties. “You’re- wow, you’re way too eager…”
It was a little harder to think in this position, with the tendrils all over me. But it was starting to make sense. It just wanted more… right? And it was starting to feel good… “Fuck it,” I said to no one, reaching back and unclasping my bra, standing up to drop my panties. I tossed them to join the rest of my clothes, shuddering as I felt the warm tendrils coil and slither and wriggle up my body. They rubbed between my thighs, under my ass, up my back, curling around to cup my tits. I grabbed the vial, then I reached up to the larger tentacles, and they coiled around my arms again. This time, I let them.
Their suckers pulsed gently against my arms, the coils around me getting more firm, and I felt them latch onto my skin, pulling me up. I clung to the vial in my fingers. Another pair of octopus-like tentacles rose from the floor, looping around my ankles and sliding up my calves, then latching on in the same way they had on my arms. It lifted me slightly off the ground, and I had a moment of panic – these tentacles were never going to give me the cum I was after, that wasn’t what they were for. I stared up at the vial in my hand.
Dozens of small tendrils rose up to meet me, slithering over my body all over again. Tracing the curve of my hips, gliding up my thighs to prod and slide over my pussy, more still wrapping around my waist and up my chest to coil my tits, squeezing them. “Oh…” I moaned as a particularly thin tendril wrapped itself around my hardened nipple. That was quickly followed up with an “Ah!” as a similar tendril coiled around my clit. My hips bucked. “Fuck…”
I could hear how wet I was getting as the small tendrils kept sliding and swirling over my pussy, heightened by the tugging and squeezing at my clit. This is all just collection… just to make it cum into the vial… I was still trying to piece together exactly how I was going to get that cum, when I felt another large tentacle slide itself along my pussy. I looked down, and my eyes widened. It was unmistakably cock shaped; a thick shaft, a bulbed head, a small hole at its tip. And covered, shaft to crown, in rows and rows of tiny suckers. My honest to gods first thought was to wonder how those would feel inside me. Followed quickly after by how the fuck am I going to collect with my arms held up there? I tried tugging them down. No use. I took in a deep breath as the cock tentacle pressed and slid over my soaked pussy.
“Mmh…” I whimpered in my holds. I couldn’t look away from it as it pressed and slid over my slit. The suckers fluttered over my lips in a way that made my whole pussy ache, and I felt my hips move back and forth to chase just a little more pleasure. Then it pulled back, curling upwards. Shit, it’s about to… I thought I’d understood how thick it was, until it pressed the tip right to my pussy, spreading my wet lips open as it swirled itself and began to burrow inside me. “Ough-!” I grunted as I stretched for its massive head, still held securely by the other tentacles as it pulled back one more time, then pressed hard and sank deep into my pussy. “Ohh… oh-!”
The thick tentacle was inside my pussy. Fucking me. Nowhere near my hands, nowhere near the vial, and I couldn’t even think about how to fix this situation because it was stretching my pussy so full, thrusting so deep, all while the rest of those tiny tendrils kept teasing the rest of my body. “I- ah! Gods, this is- Mmh-!” Fuck, I was already about to cum. It made these deep, powerful thrusts in a steady rhythm. I could feel those suckers making tiny pops along my walls each time the tentacle bottomed out, fluttering all along my pussy and making me clench right back. “Ah…! Ah…!” My moans were punctuated with each hard push towards my cervix, harmonized by the squelching sounds of my pussy. “Fuck… Gods… Ahhhh….!” I came hard, my whole body clenching against the bindings, my voice just echoing through the inside of the creature.
I came back to reality with my pussy still being thoroughly fucked. Larger suckered tentacles had now wrapped themselves around my tits, the tips of them poking, flicking, and planting down on my nipples to play with them with their suckers. My body kept jerking up and down in the restraints with the sheer force of the tentacle ramming me, and I looked back up to the vial, still in my hand, stuck above my head with the tentacles holding my arms firmly. Fuck, the collection job, I can’t… I looked back down at my stretched pussy, at the sucker lined cock plunging into me. It’s going to cum inside me. My pussy clenched at the thought. “Mmmh…” I moaned, still rocking my hips.
The cock tentacle thickened subtly, pushing even deeper, picking up the pace enough to make my thighs tremble. The tendril on my clit was stroking me faster, making my pussy clench on the cock even harder. The tentacles on my tits kept suckling on my nipples. Fuck, it feels too fucking good… My hips were actively rolling back against it now, the lewd “Mmh, ahh, fuck,” moans leaving my mouth with every breath. Then the tentacle inside me coiled in on itself, pressing deep, pulsing with heat as it erupted. “Fuuuuuuck-!” One, two, three heavy spurts of thick cum jetting right into my cumming pussy, making me feel it everywhere inside me.
I whited out, my mind utterly blanking on anything but pleasure.
The tentacle bindings began lowering me, slowly, while it was still pumping, still seated deep in my pussy, still pulsing with heat, cum flooding into me with every throb. My legs buckled the moment my feet touched the floor. I went down face-first, ass still raised, the cock tentacle buried in me from behind while the last of it emptied inside me. The arm bindings released. I just lay there. Then I looked for the vial. My hand was empty. I found it on the floor a foot away, on its side, still intact. I must have dropped it when I came.
Well, there was definitely no saving this supply of seminal fluid. All of it was poured into my pussy, which meant it was definitely contaminated for collection. The alchemist’s voice echoed in my mind again. “Ruined!”
The tentacle finally slid out of my pussy with a loud squelching sound, and I lowered my hips back to the floor. I really fucking hope I’m not pregnant… I lay there for a long moment, my chest heaving, cum already leaking onto the floor below me. My body felt loose, glowing, and infuriatingly satisfied. I reached my hand out to grab the empty vial. Then I looked to my side, at the tentacles, still swaying and wriggling slowly.
I took a deep breath as I sat back up. I’d never failed to complete a contract. I wasn’t about to start now.
I stood up, still a little wobbly, my mind clearer now. It wanted more? Fine, I could give it more.
But I was going to get what I came here for too.
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