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(Loosely a sequel to this story from last October’s contest, though you don’t need to read it to enjoy this one!)
“The stage is set. The ritual has begun. The smell of incense hangs heavy in the air. The smoke lingers, mixing with that of the candles in the room, wafting gently over the nearly-naked body of the one who has been chosen. Only her eyes are adorned, and then only with a hood that prevents her from seeing my awesome form, prevents her from being driven mad by my beauty…”
“Gleo,” my lover drawls, rolling her eyes at me. “Are you going to monologue this whole time?”
“Hush, Esme,” I whisper, flicking one of my tentacles at her to swat her on her perfectly heart-shaped butt. “You’re ruining the moment.”
Esme rolls her eyes again, but she falls silent as I turn back to the woman in front of me, who has hardly moved save to take a shuddering breath as her nipples begin to pebble with hardness in the chill air of the cottage.
“The chosen one stands ready. She has come willingly, as they always do in the end. She has prepared the sacred tincture with her own hands…”
I reach out with one of my tentacles, wrapping it around the neck of a glass flask that contains a milky blue liquid that shimmers with a light of its own. It’s an invention of Esme’s that allows the drinker to fit much more into their bodies than normal.
It’s the only way someone like Rhiannon could ever hope to truly take me inside her.
Rhiannon has been waiting for this day for months now, ever since Esme told her the story of how she had taken the potion, and how she had taken me shortly after.
All of me.
And considering I’m a tentacle creature with appendages that range from just under a foot to nearly five feet in length, that’s saying something.
I lift the potion to Rhiannon’s lips, watching hungrily as she eagerly gulps it down one swallow at a time, her painted red lips wrapping around the mouth of the flask. Her throat contracts again and again.
I shudder a little, imagining what it will feel like to have her swallow me like that.
Soon, I tell myself as Rhiannon drains the last of the potion.
For a moment nothing happens. The three of us sit in suspended animation, until…
Pop
Rhiannon gasps as her body suddenly shifts, part of her insides simply winking out of existence.
Esme is still not entirely sure how the potion manages to temporarily teleport the drinker’s organs to a small pocket dimension, where they remain safe and healthy while the main body is temporarily freed up for more interesting uses.
“But only the ones you can do without for a little while!” She’d assured Rhiannon earlier that morning as the two of them set out to make the potion. “Your heart and your lungs and your brain will all still be there!”
Rhiannon had still looked a bit queasy until Esme had leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And all that new space? It’s just as sensitive as your pussy normally is. Think about it. A tentacle, or two, or three, or half a dozen of them, just pumping in and out of you, so deep that you can’t tell where one ends and the next begins…”
Rhiannon’s face had gone bright red, her thighs had trembled so hard that she had to grip the edge of the alchemy station to stay upright, and she hadn’t asked any more questions about how Esme’s potion works.
Now she wriggles again as yet another bit of her disappears. The chains connecting her to the center beam of Esme’s cottage rattle as her arms shake with anticipation.
The chains had been her idea. As had the blindfold.
As it turned out, Rhiannon has a bit of dramatic flair about her too.
Not that I was complaining. She looks absolutely delicious, and I’m about to take my first taste of her.
“The handsome tentacle creature slowly begins to explore the chosen one’s body…” I murmur, tendrils starting to work their way up Rhiannon’s legs, winding their way across her thighs. Rhiannon is taller than Esme, with wide hips and a narrow waist that looks just perfect for squeezing with one of my larger appendages.
Patience, I tell myself. You have plenty of time…
Already my body is reacting to the warmth of her skin. Humans are intoxicating to me; they always have been. Rhiannon is no exception, and the fact that she so very clearly wants this makes her all the more appealing.
Her shaved pussy shines with excitement as my tentacles continue to wind up her body. I feel every tremble of her muscles as I go, every little twitch of excitement.
She can’t hide her need from me. I could feel it even if I was blind.
I give thanks that I am not blind though, or else I would miss the way her mouth opens in awe as I touch her sex for the first time, using one thin tentacle to rub along the length of her slit. My tendrils are exceedingly flexible, and I guide this one to curl upward just slightly, ensuring that it keeps contact with her every single inch of the way from her asshole to her clit as it rubs back and forth across her entrance.
My tentacles naturally produce a lubrication secretion, and Rhiannon feels it between her legs now.
“Oh Goddesses above,” she whimpers as I continue rubbing her. Two more tentacles are twining their way further up her body to wrap around her full breasts, the tips of each latching onto her nipples and starting to pull gently on them. Yet more of my tendrils snake their way around her arms, pinning her in place. One makes its way all the way up to her throat, loosely coiling around her neck before pressing at her lips.
Her mouth parts, tongue reaching out to meet me. I slide across it, feeling the heat of her breath as I start to slide deeper into her.
Between Esme’s potion and my natural secretions, her gag reflex is gone entirely. Her throat bulges as I push deeper. Her hands clench spasmodically as I massage her throat, which is now as full of pleasure centers as her pussy.
I can’t see her eyes, but I imagine them going wide as she realizes what that means.
As she realizes she’s could cum just from being fucked like this, nevermind the dripping entrance below…
And speaking of her pussy…
“The tentacled god of lovemaking senses that the chosen is ready. Her sex drips with excitement for him. Her body shudders with anticipation…”
As I prepare to truly fuck Rhiannon now, my attention is grabbed by a noise to my left. I glance over to see Esme slouched in a chair, her witch’s robe hiked up to her waist, her fingers buried in her own slit as she watches me about to fuck her friend.
I never get tired of looking at my lover naked.
I never will.
Still, it is Rhiannon who demands my full attention now. She arches her back as the tentacle in her mouth continues to pump away, but that only makes it even easier to slide another of my tentacles into her eager pussy. Her whole body tenses as she feels the thick tendril pushing into her from below as another continues to take her from above.
Esme’s potion has extended her pussy so much that I know at least three feet of my tentacle will fit easily into her, and I’m looking forward to seeing just how much more I can squeeze in with Rhiannon being naturally taller than my usual lover.
Her back arches as I push more of me into her, then even more. It should be impossible; would be impossible if not for Esme’s potion. Now though, it isn’t just possible.
It’s necessary.
It’s inevitable.
“YYnnnn!!” Rhiannon groans as I continue to move inside her. Esme continues to look on, her fingers moving faster now. I spare a tentacle for her too, probing at her entrance as most of my mind is still fixated on the chained and blindfolded woman in front of me.
Her ass is the final part of her to yield to my touch. Like the other two, my tentacles make it easier than it would otherwise have been, and Esme’s potion does the rest. I start slowly, savoring the way the tight ring of muscle expands to take me as I wriggle my way into her backside. If it were possible for her body to shake more than it already was, she’d be doing it now.
She rocks back and forth as I fuck her now, suspended not by the chains but by me.
When I have her filled in all three of her holes, when she is moving entirely due to the force of my thrusts, and when I can see the outlines of my tentacles moving inside her, only then do I let myself loose.
“And now for the main event,” I say grandly.
Esme shivers.
Rhiannon surrenders.
What she feels I can’t know, but if it’s anything like what I’m feeling, it’s the greatest sensation on earth. My tentacles are registering pleasure from tip to bottom. Unlike a human cock, my nerve endings are equally spaced all down my appendages, meaning that the deeper I can go, the more pleasure I get.
And with Esme’s potion running through her blood, I can go as deep as I want into Rhiannon’s body without having to worry about hurting her.
It’s the kind of freedom that does things to me.
It makes me want to show her just how much I can do.
How much I can claim.
Rhiannon screams around the tentacle in her mouth as I start to move faster. Her stomach clenches as she cries out. She can only breathe through her nose, but that’s enough.
She doesn’t need to speak. She doesn’t need to think.
She just needs to be.
She just needs to let me rearrange her insides, shaping them to fit me perfectly.
I feel her cumming for the first time as all her holes start to contract as one. My tentacles don’t miss a beat, still pumping into her as deeply as I can, still pressing against the inner walls that now make up a majority of the space inside her.
Esme had told me once that the potion made every part of her that I touched feel like the place that normally existed only behind her clit along the upper part of her pussy. At first she said it’d been almost too much to handle, and only when she’d gotten used to it did she begin to have the soul-rending, body-shattering orgasms that I now gave her regularly.
Rhiannon doesn’t seem to have that problem.
“Mmmmph!” She moans, straining at the chains as she rocks her hips back and forth, urging me to fuck her harder, to take her deeper.
I am happy to oblige.
Her body is utterly under my control now. I add another tentacle to her pussy, continuing to stretch her open for me and having them work in tandem, alternating their thrusts.
I use one of my smaller tentacles to trace up the folds of her labia until I find her exposed clit, now swollen and peeking out of its hood. When I wrap the tentacle around it, gently tugging it, Rhiannon’s guttural grunts and moans take on a new intensity as she thrashes with the power of the orgasm that hits her all at once.
I am having fun…
In all the excitement, I’d forgotten about Esme. My lover appears suddenly in my field of view, winking at me as she tosses another vial to the side. I recognize the contents as more of her special potion.
She wraps her arms around me as her organs start to go now too, but it’s what she does next that sears itself into my mind forever.
With her body pressed against mine, she finds my mouth and kisses me hard, something she’s never done before.
And then her tongue enters my mouth and my world collapses into a fever of frenzied motions.
My body stiffens, then releases all at once, every unassigned tentacle flying to her, ripping her robe away in one motion, plunging into her willing form in the next. Esme looks into my eyes as I take her hard and fast from behind, her pussy and ass both yielding to my tentacles as they have so many times before.
But her mouth remains locked on mine. Her tongue probes me, and that tongue, that short, blunt tongue of hers, teaches me something new.
I am sensitive on the inside too.
My tentacles are a blur in both women now as my body reacts to Esme’s touch and the feeling of filling five holes at once, all of them able to take my full length.
I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never even known it was possible.
Esme smiles as she feels me starting to swell inside her. Rhiannon is long past knowing or caring about such things. Her body has been lost in pleasure for the last few minutes, her pussy and ass and mouth all trying to milk me at once, yearning for the cum that I feel starting to build inside me.
Esme too is on the edge. With the last of my tentacles I massage her clit, stroking it in the way that I’ve come to know is her favorite after long hours of experimenting together. She whimpers, but she keeps her mouth on me still, her tongue a tiny tentacle of its own.
And then I am cumming.
My orgasm is so hard that my mind goes blank for a few moments as I give myself over entirely to the sensation of filling both women with my seed. Rhiannon gets the bulk of it as I fill all three of her holes, pumping spurt after spurt of myself into her as she eagerly takes the offering I’m giving. Her body convulses in time with mine.
She is getting the true chosen treatment today. From the limp, languid way her body moves and the way her pussy convulses around me, I know already it won’t be the last time she offers herself at my altar.
Esme is cumming too now, my orgasm having set off hers. She pulls me tighter to her, both arms wrapped around what would be my torso. My tentacles fill her too, until my cum starts to leak out of her ass and her pussy both to run down her inner thighs. She moans my name into my mouth as she climaxes.
I moan hers right back.
Rhiannon just moans, a wordless moan that nevertheless conveys exactly how she feels.
The cottage falls silent in the wake of our orgasms. The candles still flicker, the incense still smokes in the brazier.
Slowly I withdraw from them both, letting Rhiannon down gently and unhooking the chains from the pillar to allow her to slump to the floor in a pool of her own arousal and my seed.
Esme sinks down too, leaning on her hands and looking up at me with bright eyes as I pull my tentacles back to myself one at a time.
“Stars and moon,” Rhiannon breathes a long moment later.. She looks completely dumbfounded, utterly used, and more beautiful than ever. “I thought you were exaggerating, Esme…”
“Not a bit,” Esme says, her own voice shaky.
“Gleo?” Rhiannon turns to me, biting her lip and lifting the veil from her face so that she can look me in the eye.
“How often do you want a chosen? Because I volunteer to come back any time…”
I caress her cheek with a small tendril and she giggles at the softness of it.
“I’ve already chosen my true lover,” I tell her, stroking Esme’s hair at the same time. “But if you’re interested in being a partner in our experiments,” I continue, running the tendril from Rhiannon’s cheek down her body and making her shiver with its passing, “I’m sure Esme here would love to have a lab assistant.”
“That’s right,” Esme says with a wicked grin, crawling over to Rhiannon and giving her a deep kiss. My tentacles twitch at the sight.
“There’s just so much to learn,” Esme’s voice is sultry as she pulls away. “And some experiments need some extra hands to do properly.”
Rhiannon looks hungrily between the two of us.
I can already tell she’s going to fit right in.
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