Lirael's scream of horror died in her throat the instant the tentacles struck. Surprise and terror lasted only a heartbeat before slick, ridged appendages coiled around her wrists and ankles like living ropes, yanking her limbs apart and pinning her spread-eagle onto the furs. The thick, purplish-red shaft that had sprouted from the severed cock slammed into her dripping pussy with one brutal, forceful thrust.
"Haaanghh!"
The scream tore from her lips as the ridged length stretched her wide, the sudden intrusion reigniting every nerve ending in white-hot fire. Her walls clenched involuntarily around the invading tentacle, feeling every bump and vein dragging along her sensitive inner flesh. She panted desperately, chest heaving.
"Haah… haah…"
Her head lolled to the side, vision hazy with overwhelming pleasure, and she caught sight of Rebecca.
Her mistress was already lost. A thick, undulating appendage had impaled Rebecca from below, lifting and bouncing her with rhythmic ease while two more tentacles filled each of her hands. Rebecca stroked them frantically, her emerald eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out in a perfect ahegao expression—drool slipping from the corner of her mouth, cheeks flushed crimson, soft maternal features twisted into pure mindless bliss as the large tentacle fucked her with wet, squelching thrusts.
Seeing her elegant, motherly lady reduced to such a depraved state shattered the last of Lirael's resistance. A shaky, lust-drunk smile curved her lips. She reached out with what little freedom her pinned arms allowed, wrapping her fingers around two smaller, throbbing appendages that hovered near her chest. They pulsed hot and slick in her grasp as she began stroking them in time with the tentacle buried inside her. Her hips rolled upward greedily, fucking herself onto the thick intruder, chasing every ridge.
A slender tendril suddenly slithered forward and pushed between her parted lips.
"Mmmph—!"
Lirael's eyes fluttered half-closed as she instinctively began sucking, tongue swirling around the ridged shaft, hollowing her cheeks like an eager whore. The taste was thick, sweet, and faintly musky—pure concentrated essence. She bobbed her head as best she could, moaning around the intrusion while her hands pumped the two tentacles faster.
The reward came almost immediately.
All three appendages swelled at once. The one in her mouth erupted first, flooding her throat with thick, ropey cum that overflowed her lips in creamy rivulets. At the same moment the two in her hands exploded, painting her breasts and stomach in heavy, sticky ropes of warm seed. The tentacle in her pussy pulsed and unloaded deep inside her, filling her womb until her belly swelled slightly with the sheer volume.
Lirael swallowed greedily, gulping down every drop she could, then released the spent shafts with a wet pop. A satisfied, dreamy sigh escaped her cum-smeared lips.
"Haah…"
She didn't hesitate. Leaning forward as much as the restraints allowed, she began lapping up every stray drop from her own skin—tongue dragging over her breasts, scooping the thick cream into her mouth and swallowing with audible, hungry gulps until not a trace remained.
Before she could catch her breath, the tentacles lifted both women effortlessly into the air. Rebecca was lowered directly on top of Lirael in a heated sixty-nine position, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed flush together—soft, heavy breasts squishing against bellies, hardened nipples dragging across heated skin, the scent of cum and sweat thick between them. Rebecca's face hovered inches above Lirael's cum-dripping pussy while Lirael stared up at her mistress's glistening folds.
Ridged and bump-covered tentacles immediately speared into both of them at once.
Two thick, heavily ridged shafts slammed home—one burying deep into Rebecca's pussy from above, the other driving into Lirael's already-sensitive cunt from below. The bumps dragged mercilessly along every inner wall with each powerful thrust, scraping and rubbing against swollen spots that made stars burst behind their eyes. The tentacles moved in perfect, brutal sync: pulling out with a wet, sucking sound that left their holes fluttering and empty for a split second, then slamming back in with a loud, obscene *squelch*, bottoming out so hard their bodies jolted against each other, bellies bulging faintly from the sheer depth.
Wet, rhythmic slaps filled the chamber as the tentacles pounded faster—long, dragging withdrawals that teased every ridge along their clenching walls, followed by savage plunges that made their hips buck involuntarily. Rebecca's hot breath panted directly onto Lirael's clit while Lirael moaned helplessly into the sight of her mistress's stretched pussy being railed above her. The friction was relentless, the bumps catching and tugging at their most sensitive spots over and over, building an unbearable pressure until both women were sobbing with overstimulation.
"Ahh—haah—my lady—!"
"Nngh… so deep—!"
Their orgasms crashed through them almost simultaneously. Rebecca's body convulsed first, her pussy squirting in hot, messy arcs that splashed across Lirael's face and open mouth. Lirael followed seconds later, her own release gushing around the thrusting tentacle as her walls milked it desperately, the dual sensation of being filled and soaked pushing her even higher.
But the tentacles didn't stop.
Ora kept fucking them through the aftershocks, pace never slowing, ridges still dragging, bumps still grinding, until both women were trembling and slick with sweat and squirt.
Only then did the tentacles withdraw from Lirael and focus entirely on Rebecca. The appendages tightened around the older woman's limbs, restraining her completely while Lirael—now freed—crawled forward on shaky knees, eyes shining with submissive devotion.
"My lady… let me help you," she whispered, voice hoarse.
She gently lifted Rebecca's legs, spreading them wide into a large, obscene V-shape that exposed both her dripping pussy and tight ass perfectly. Ora wasted no time. A thick, heavily ridged tentacle slammed into Rebecca's pussy while a slightly thinner, smoother one pushed into her ass simultaneously, stretching both holes to their limits.
Lirael leaned in and captured Rebecca's mouth in a deep, messy kiss, tongues tangling as the tentacles railed her mistress without mercy. Rebecca's body convulsed. She squirted hard—once, twice, three times—hot, clear jets spraying from her pussy in powerful arcs that soaked Lirael's chest and face.
"Mmmph—! Haah—haah—!"
The tentacles finally released Rebecca, letting her collapse in a trembling, blissed-out heap. Then they turned their full attention to Lirael.
They flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs into the same wide V. Two perfectly sized tentacles—one ridged and thick for her pussy, one smoother and slightly curved for her ass—plunged in at the same time. The dual penetration was overwhelming; every ridge and bump dragged against her walls while the second tentacle curled and stroked her deepest spot. Lirael's back arched violently, her blonde braids whipping across the furs as she screamed in ecstasy.
"More—please—both holes—fill me—!"
She came so hard her vision whited out, squirting in messy, uncontrollable sprays that soaked the tentacles and the floor beneath them.
When the last aftershocks faded, the two exhausted women crawled to the cluster of still-throbbing tentacles. Pressing their full, cum-smeared breasts together around the thickest appendage, they began a slow, sensual joint boobjob—soft tits sliding up and down the veined length, nipples brushing against each other with every stroke. Their tongues flicked out, licking the leaking tip in tandem, moaning softly between licks.
The release came with a powerful throb. Thick, endless ropes of hot cum erupted across their faces, chests, and open mouths. Lirael and Rebecca devoured it hungrily—lapping, sucking, and swallowing every drop like starving kittens, sharing sloppy, cum-filled kisses until their bodies were once again glistening and clean.
Completely spent, the two women collapsed into each other's arms on the ruined furs, breathing slowing into the deep rhythm of sleep, bodies entwined and still faintly twitching with aftershocks. The last thick load Ora had pumped across their faces and breasts had been laced with potent enzymes—designed to flood their systems and pull them into immediate, dreamless slumber.
Deep inside their shared pleasure haze, Ora observed with cold satisfaction.
*This Greater Libido trait is very effective,* he mused. *One exposure and the elf went from shy resistance to eagerly milking every tentacle, begging for more, like it was nectar. But prolonged exposure will clearly lead to problems. Someone left under its influence for too long might simply become a mindless slut, lost forever in endless heat.*
One of the thick tentacles that had been buried deep inside them moments ago began to shrink rapidly, condensing and thinning until it became a single slender, worm-like tendril. It slithered silently across the furs, glistening with their mingled fluids, and gently pressed against the base of Lirael's neck.
With a faint, wet *pop*, it burrowed beneath her golden braids and into the nape of her neck. The entry sealed instantly, leaving only the tiniest red mark that faded within seconds. Lirael's sleeping body gave one tiny, unconscious twitch… then went perfectly still as the parasite settled in, quiet and watchful, hidden beneath her skin.
The chamber fell silent, broken only by the soft, synchronized breathing of the two thoroughly used women.
"Tomorrow we will most likely arrive, Batong town i wonder what mystery it holds."