Tiffany was lost in a haze of pure, unstoppable lust. Her initial annoyance at being instructed to use her breasts to pleasure the slick length thrusting between her tits was quickly forgotten as the "mouths" on her nipples began to bite down on her areola, pulling deliciously at her perky mounds and making her moan and inadvertantly bite down on the tendril sliding rythmically in and out of her own mouth.

"Hhhhmmmm... hhhuuuhhhhmmmmffff... mmmmmmhhhhh..."

As the smooth, slippery length pulled out of her dripping wet sex and suddenly thrust itself into the tighter entrance of her ass, joining its smaller siblings there, there was a brief moment of discomfort that quickly gave way to an undeniable, previously unknown pleasure as this thicker length began to not just explore her forbidden entrance, but slowly and steadily began to thrust in and out...

"Oh God... f-fucking me... he's... fucking my ass! And... it feels... it feels... good?!?! Oh my God... it feels SO good... It's so... dirty... why does it feel so good?"

These thoughts quickly faded from the hapless blonde's mind as well as that spiral-headed cock pushed it's way into her empty cunt and began to thrust in an exquisite counter rythm that made her moan and shudder even harder and louder.

Tiffany bucked and rolled her hips, pushing into the creature's thrusting tendrils as the pleasure overrode all her other thoughts. Moans and the wet squelching sounds of their mating filled the room and her own ears. She mindlessly fucked the tentacles back, riding and grinding against the rigid lengths as her inner walls clenched hard against that nightmare flesh in helpless spasms of building ecstasy, the hot, slippery nectar of her uncontrollable lust pouring out over those slick, glistening appendages, her body on the very edge now of yet another soul-shattering orgasm.

"Oh God... so good... I'm gonna cum... oh my God... he's gonna make me fucking cum... Oh my GOD!!!"

As her hands moved, nervous at first - but as his tentacles drew her deeper into a vortex of pleasure, she began to eagerly service that lateral length with her tits, the combination of her sweat and his lubrication forming a smooth passage for her to work her cute jugs on the richly-textured shaft. Rewarding her eagerness, the suckers tugged and bit her nipples - sending powerful waves of pleasure crashing through her mind. When she bit down on the thing eagerly fucking her throat, it halted, shifting slightly to let her tongue have fresh droplets of that salty-sweet liquid that was lubricating her throat.

The thing in her ass twitched, pushing upwards deeper into her with force that it ejected the two, smaller tendrils that had been inside her. They seemed to look around confusedly before they split ways - one going to tease her sensitive rim, the other seeking out her clit. Another shudder rippled through the tentacle in her ass before it began to spew an oily, warm liquid into her depths which felt... surprisingly pleasant as it seemed to quiver with her movements, sending waves of relaxing warmth through her body. Ejaculating inside her, the thing in her ass slowed down to a stop, either exhausted or just content letting her powerful, tight sphincters massage its sensitive spots.

The spiral-tipped cock inside her didn't stop - if anything, the first tentacle's climax seemed to have given it fresh impetus as it began to fuck her hard, rather than the methodical slow-sweep that picked at her pleasure spots before. Noticeable signs of excitement worked through the tentacles that swept across her body as the heads slowly frayed, becoming three distinct ends that pushed into her depths, each thrust slowly bringing it closer towards her quivering cervix...

The tentacles inside her, moving in that opposing counter rythm, drove Tiffany toward her peak with startling speed and skill. Thrusting deep and hard into her ass while pulling out of her quivering sex... then reversing...

Into her ass... out of her cunt...

Into her cunt... out of her ass...

In and out...

Out and in...

Every thrust drove her closer and closer to orgasm. Every thrust made her want to cum... made her want to be fucked harder and deeper and faster, filled with the monster's inhuman flesh and hot, demonic seed...

Her hands squeezed the tendril between her tits tighter, working up and down faster as her head pushed forward harder, letting the one in her mouth slide deep against the back of her throat as she moaned around it in mindless encouragement of the creature's actions. All the while, she bounced and rocked on the twin cocks impaling her, riding those writhing lengths for all she was worth.

"OHH!
CUMMING!
He's... cumming inside me...
In my ass...
So good...
OH GOD!
I'm... cumming...
OH... FUCK!
I'm cumming..."

The massive orgasm that had been building within her crashed through Tiffany like a tidal wave as she felt the slick, smooth tentacle erupt deep inside her, filling her tight, previously virgin ass with the vile creature's warm, slippery seed. The force of her climax hit her like a freight train, making her body shudder and her hips buck and her back arch as her inner walls clenched and opened around him in chaotic spasms of helpless ecstasy... a torrent of hot, slippery love-nectar flooding over the monster's invading tendril.

She was cumming... even harder than last time... yet as the tentacle in her ass ground to a halt and the one in her gushing sex began to fuck her even harder, instead of fading out, the orgasm seemed to grow even stronger. Tiffany couldn't tell if she was having a second, overlapping orgasm or if it was all just one long, hard climax more intense than anything she had ever experienced before...

She was really getting into it. When she orgasmed, she didn't even stop - rather, she kept fucking the thing that had slid into her tight rear entrance. Even when it stopped, her hips moved to pleasure it, drawing croaks of delight from the gas exchange organs below. Her hands moved her eye-catching tits up and down, faster and faster as she seemed to draw out the full level of pleasure from having to titfuck the meaty length purring between her breasts. The nodules and ridges lining it seemed to swell slowly as she continued to service it - the low purring seeming to fill her chest with its vibrations as it nestled comfortably against her torso.

It actually felt rather comfortable - if it would matter while she was getting fucked two ways.

The suckers tugging at her nipples appeared to relent, slowing down gradually as she was pushed into the deepest reaches of pleasure, causing her to move her tits harder against the mass of flesh - almost as if she was calling out for more of them. Heeding her unspoken request, two more suckers pushed themselves onto her bosom, butting away the clearly exhausted suckers before they latched on, giving her a fresh 'bite' on her puffy, erect areola, staying still for a moment to let her get used to the sensation before they started up - working in opposing rhythms, much like how the... things... in her pussy and ass had done as they worked on her tits.

Meanwhile, the powerful cock rutting away in her nethers had finally reached her cervix. The tip seems to fray for a moment as it kisses her womb's opening, sending her head reeling with sensation before it sends forth a gushing torrent of warm cum shooting right into her womb, filling it out nicely before the frayed heads fire off a second volley of the liquid inside her pussy. For a few, drawn-out seconds, it seems like he's had enough - but then the third frayed head spews out more of that gelatinous, almost rubbery cum into her depths. It's not enough to really stretch her, but the unusual heat sends waves through her insides as the frayed tip keeps her cervix sealed.

Almost as if attempting to keep her on edge, the thing in her mouth dodges her gag reflex in the moment she is distracted and dives deep into her throat, the warm, oily fluids subduing the ensuing gag. Her teeth caresses tough, leathery skin and this seems to pleasure it even more as it picks up the pace, eagerly fucking her throat now...

Lost in the blissful throes of orgasm, Tiffany's mind no longer seemed capable of thought, her head filled instead with the blinding pleasure rippling through her in wave after wave. Her movements became spastic and uncoordinated, unable to control the convulsive tremors wracking her body.

The tendril inside her was like nothing she had ever felt before, pistoning in and out of her heated depths at a frantic pace now, fucking her so hard and fast and...

DEEP

It was SO deep inside her. Deeper than anything else had ever been... touching places that had never been touched before as it hammered into her like a machine. She could feel that weird, frayed head slamming into the hard little ring of muscle at her cervix... could feel one of those smaller strands press through it... uncomfortable, but not really painful... and then...

Tiffany felt her belly fill with warmth and pressure as the tentacle throbbed and pulsed within her, pumping it's hot, oily seed directly into her womb. The distant part of her mind that could still function screamed at her to stop him... to not let him do this, the sound heavily laced with the fear of being impregnated. But the sound of that scream was so far away and so muffled by her own gasps and moans of lust-drenched pleasure that she could barely hear it.

She was still cumming... moaning and writhing and grunting like an animal... the tendril's hard, rythmic pounding sustaining her climax far beyond anything Tiffany had ever experienced before. The seizure-like fit of raw, primal ecstasy seemed to go on and on, until she felt those other two frayed tips swell and pulse, spewing the creature's thick, hot, slippery cum deep inside her. The sensation caused every muscle in her body to tense, locking up for a brief moment before exploding into an awe-inspiring grand finale of pleasure so intense it was beyond comprehension.

Tiffany's knees buckled and she went limp in the grasp of the creature's tendrils except for a series of random, reflexive spasms as the electric pleasure jolted through her like a white-hot thunderbolt. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shuddered so violently with the force of her orgasm it seemed as though every inch of her body was vibrating as she spiraled down almost to the point of blacking out.

At some point, Tiffany realized that the tendril in her mouth had pushed it's way into her throat. It felt like she was choking on it, but she was too dazed to make any sort of protest at the moment...

As the warmth of his seed began to seep out of her womb, radiating out of her uterus and into her whole body - it felt really good. A massage, a sunny spot on a beautiful tropical beach, and a warm blanket were what the odd sensations reminded her of. Despite this, the intruder in her throat displayed a modicum of self-control as it timed its thrusts with her ragged breaths, letting her draw in much-needed breaths. The air, which should have been stale because of the fact that it was a small supply closet - felt like fresh air from the outdoors, oxygen-rich and free from the ugly scents of the old supplies. Instead, what saturated her sense of smell was the salty-sweet taste of his cum slowly dripping out of her pussy, and the odd, almost tangy droplets forming on the quivering thing she was getting titfucked with.

That's when her cervix twitched for a moment before it sealed shut - as if driven by an instinct alien to her body.

Seeming not to keep her waiting, the thing between her breasts finally yielded right as the suckers peeled off her nipples - firing streams of coppery, transparent liquid onto her bare skin followed by a relaxing, whitish mist into the air. The scent of what she felt was fresh-cut grass hit her nostrils - before the thing in her throat bottomed out inside her, spewing cum deep into her stomach. The tentacles held her in place until he had ejaculated twice, leaving her stomach almost full of the stuff. Deflating somewhat, the thing in her throat slowly slid out of her... before another offered itself to her, this one dripping with even more liquid as it brushed up against her lips.

The alien cum in her stomach began to warm her body up, the relaxing sensation reminding her the feeling of having taken a full, gourmet meal as the waves of warmth continued to emanate from her stomach as well. A distant chirp sounded as the tentacles slowly drew her slack body down, guiding her onto a bed of squirming, fleshy things to give her a bit of a breather. Although the tentacles had a tight grip on her ankles, her arms were mostly free, while smaller, denser lengths lounged around her tits, curiously exploring her bosom. Their feathery tips felt good as they lightly teased the her still-erect nipples.

Tiffany was having trouble gathering her thoughts...

Her will had been broken under the relentless pleasure the creature had forced on her body.

God! The things it had just done to her...

The way it had fucked her...

Made her cum... FUCK!

It had made her cum SO fucking HARD...

It felt SO good...

A dim, far away part of her was still worried about being pregnant or diseased now...

But it was SO hard to care at just this moment. The feathery tips of the smaller tendrils were still brushing lightly across her stiff, sensitive nipples. And all of those warm fluids... some thick and sticky, some slick and oily... filling her body... deep in her tight little ass... in her womb... even filling her belly... she felt so warm and full and... sleepy... she felt so sleepy...

The creature seemed to sense her need. It shifted beneath her again, lying her back onto a bed of warm, slick tendrils that writhed gently beneath her... almost like a massge. Even the smell of the thing's slippery fluids were not unpleasant. Tiffany could smell fresh-cut grass in the summer...

The monster still had a firm grip on her ankles, but it had more or less released its hold on the rest of her. Of course, Tiffany was no longer concerned about the creature devouring her. Wouldn't it have done so by now? And besides, could she get away from it in any case? Probably not.

So... at least for the moment... Tiffany allowed herself to relax into the creature's embrace. She let her eyes close. She stretched out her arms and wriggled her butt, almost affectionately, against the shifting mass of tendrils beneath her as she tried to get more comfortable. A soft sigh... almost a purr... escaped her lips as Tiffany snuggled herself deeper into the creature's grasp.

"MMMMMMmmmmmhhhhhhhhh....."

(OOC: Oh. I didn't realize you had posted. Now I feel silly haha.)

As she relaxed - physically this time, the tentacles responded to her almost immediately - looping around themselves to form fleshy 'cushions' for her exhausted body to rest on. The grip on her ankles loosened somewhat, but the fleshy blindfold remained. Some of the smaller tendrils explored her breasts and thighs, but the creature's attentions's were focused elsewhere - he had moved his eyes to 'look' at the lock that held the sturdy door sealed shut. He could leave, but then - what of her? She had given him such a fun time that it felt wrong to simply abandon her. Humans had smaller stomachs and there was nothing edible in here - what if she starved to death all alone in this unused supply closet?

Losing such a cute human girl would be doing a disservice to the universe.

"MMMMMMmmmmmhhhhhhhhh....." she moaned out as she snuggled against the fleshy cushions he had provided her with, shifting her delightful butt to press and tease against the mass of tentacles that had once restrained her. That drew his attention back to her.

Still awake? Perhaps I'll tend to that lock later. We've got all night, after all...

A spurt of warm, almost gooey liquid splashed onto her chest as the smaller tentacles continued to play with her breasts. The scent of these fluids pushed back the stale air of the unused clothing where she had rested in, giving her lungs a burst of relaxing air to take in, as the tendrils began to work on 'massaging' the stuff into her, leaving her skin warm and slick against the cool, dry air of the supply closet...

As the warm, post-orgasmic afterglow slowly subsided, reality began to pour back into Tiffany's mind. Her fears were trying to resurface... was she impregnated? Was she diseased? Was she wrong about the creature wanting to eat her? Maybe it had forced her to climax because it liked the way human endorphins tasted...

Despite her fear, Tiffany still felt warm and hazy... it was so hard to think like this. Even now, the creature dripped more of its slippery fluids onto her chest as its tentacles massaged her breasts. She wasn't sure if it was trying to keep her level of arousal elevated or if it was attempting ti put her to sleep. The effect it was having on her was somewhere in the middle... relaxing, but also... kind of HOT...

Normally, when she wasn't in fear for her life... or in the throes of a reality-bending orgasm, for that matter... she had a cool, intelligent and efficient mind. She was good at figuring things out usually. And right now, since she couldn't seem to find the physical strength to struggle... not that that had done her any good so far... she tried to figure out exactly what her situation was.

She COULD be wrong... this thing might still be planning on making her its dinner, but somehow, she didn't really believe that. But what could she actually tell about this thing from the position it had her in? When it first grabbed her and she tried to scream, it had covered her mouth. Even after it had reduced her to moaning helplessly with the unwanted pleasure it forced on her body, it had at least partially muffled her cries as it slipped one of its tendrils into her mouth.

"Oh my God... it... it didn't want anyone to hear me calling for help. It was protecting itself from being discovered. That means it's... intelligent... "

If the creature wasn't just a mindless beast, but was possessed of logical thought, did that mean she might be able to communicate with it?

Licking her lips and clearing her throat, Tiffany tried to speak to whatever this thing was that had hold of her.

"Can... can you understand me?"

Her voice sounded husky and thick, partly from the arousal that was still pulsing gently in every cell of her body and partly due to the effects of having had one of the creature's slimy, oozing tendrils sliding in and out of her throat.

Tiffany wriggled her ass against the swarming mass beneath her and arched her back a little, pushing her breasts upward, as if in offering to the snake-like appendages massaging her and toying with her stiff, erect nipples. She hoped by being docile and compliant, it might entice the creature to communicate with her if it had the means to do so...

"Can... can you understand me?" she asked.

More of those chirps, followed by the eerie creak of the floorboards and the ceiling panels as her captor turned his (its?) attention to her as she spoke. Of course, the strange, semi-solid liquid had ideas - judging by how it almost seemed to seep into microscopic cracks in her body, the waves of pleasant warmth now working through her core. For a split second, it moved to force her jaws shut as she spoke - to drive her teeth into the tough, unyielding flesh. They halted at the last second as it realized that she had no intention to scream and the thing trying to enter her gullet pulled back. The smaller lengths brushing up against her paused - then appeared to almost listen to her.

The sound of organs being moved against slick flesh rumbles from above her, followed closely by the sound of air being pushed out of a narrow series of tubes to form sound. A painful twitch passed through the creature's body as it tried to do something in response, but it was clear that it had failed. Gracefully recovering from the faux-pas, the creature then peeled back the tendrils fondling her breasts and began to tap on her stomach. There was a pattern of sorts - but what it was trying to convey wasn't obvious just yet...

Her cervix wrestled against the strange, trembling liquid (?) that had filled her womb and the creature shifted tactics - drawing a pair of bulbous, fleshy tips across her bare chest, the meaty tips toying with her adorable nubs which now stood at full attention. Splitting into five ends, they 'licked' at her nipples and felt up her tits, while a narrower, tougher tentacle languidly brushed up the drenched sex, pressing rubbery nodules against her which began to pulse - fresh blood being pumped into them as it began to twitch in a discordant rhythm that kept her on her proverbial toes.

The documentations left by the great ones seem to be on the mark so far. he thought to himself as he watched the blonde girl switch tactics. She wasn't trying to break free now. Despite the few tentacles still wrapped around her shapely waist, she could actually put up a fight now that her arms and legs were almost completely freed - instead her eye-catching hips gave away her intentions. When she offered up bosom, the five-tipped things playing with her nipples converged to work together, lightly 'tugging' on her nipples as they latched on. Still blindfolded, she had an up-close and personal experience, her sense of touch giving an intimate look at how these organs worked.

The last lengths holding her down eased off at her change, shifting to coil below her to provide some much needed cushions from the cold, hard floor, and a pair of tentacles that had been hovering over her neck pressed their knobbly, slick lengths into the palms of her hands...

Ah. I should really their language practice more. he thought as he prepared to try again.

Because the creature had slowed its pace somewhat, moving less urgently now, Tiffany had almost forgotten about the tendril that was lanquidly exploring her mouth until she realized her question had come out sounding like...

"Cam... cam oo umberstam ee?"

It took her a second to realize what was wrong with her voice.

"Christ... it's still in my mouth... how did I not realize that? God... I feel so weird... hard to think... hard to... to focus... just so... so warm and tingly... oh GOD... are all these slimy fluids dripping from it... toxic? What if its poisonous? What if it's eating me already? Maybe it doesn't chew up its food... maybe it covers them and fills them up with all this goo that feels good to its victims so they don't struggle...

Despite the garbled quality of her speech, for a minute, it seemed to her that it was trying to understand what she had said. She could hear strange noises coming from above her, and it had begun tapping lightly on her belly. Was it trying to communicate with her? Somehow, Tiffany didn't find this as comforting as she had imagined. Probably because touching her belly might suggest either eating or pregnancy... neither of which she found an attractive option

Fear began to creep back into Tiffany's mind, but it was tempered by the effects of all that slippery, tingling slime. She realized that she felt a little bit like she did after the first time she had tried smoking pot with one of her friends. Not exactly the same, but she was definitely feeling warm and relaxed and mellow... sort of numb almost... and more than a little aroused... when she should be feeling all out terror at the possibility that this might be her last experience on earth. She should be kicking and screaming and...

"OHH! Nnnnhhh... Ahh! Ahh!"

The tendrils had begun toying with her body again, dragging bulbous-tipped lengths across her breasts and stiff, sensitive nipples while another slim, knobby feeling appendage brushed up against her sex, where the nubs along its length began to throb and pulse against her in a chaotic, non-rythmic rythm. Tiffany couldn't help but feel a jolt of pleasure ripple down her spine, followed by building heat as the strange tentacle continued to vibrate between her legs.

Still hoping that her compliance might be rewarded with something other than a gruesome death... as well as feeling a little bit excited at the prospect despite herself... when the creature pressed a pair of its rubbery, serpentine tendrils into her palms, Tiffany began to rub and squeeze them, moving her hands in long, slow, steady strokes.

She could feel her arousal beginning to spike again, so before she completely lost all use of her mental faculties to whatever inescapable pleasure the creature might yet again force upon her, Tiffany tried to speak to it again. The tendril in her mouth had pulled back when she spoke the first time, and although it was still pressed against her lips and seemed to be trying to wriggle its way back inside her, her mouth was clear for the moment. Of course, this time, her ability to form a coherent sentence was affected by what the creature's tendrils were doing to her.

"W-wait... p-please... can... ooohhhh... g-god... that... that feels good... c-can you at least... aahhh... f--fuck... can you uncover my... my... oohhh... GOD.... uncover my eyes? Oohhhh... ffff-fuck..."

When she spoke, rather than screamed - the thing playing with her lips finally drew itself away, leaving a mass of gelatinious liquids in her mouth that seemed to seethe with a rich, earthy flavor that drew her jaws to chew on. And when her mouth closed, it began to drip a thin, tangy fluid down her throat that drew lines of simulation and taste inside her. The few tentacles that remained now explored her neck and shoulders, their fleshy tips and nodule-laden lengths exploring every inch of her nude body to see if they could find any further erogenous zones.

The duo of tentacles in her hands responded to her eager rubbing by shifting their fleshy ridges to give her something to explore. The single-filed jaws teased her fingertips while the swollen nodules massaged the palm of her hand as they continued to gout a slick lubricant with each upstroke she gave them. The tentacles casually looped around her wrists as she continued to work them to full attention with her hands. They began to vocalize - the tone of their subtle chirps and rumbling clearly expressing pleasure.

"W-wait... p-please... can... ooohhhh... g-god... that... that feels good... c-can you at least... aahhh... f--fuck... can you uncover my... my... oohhh... GOD.... uncover my eyes? Oohhhh... ffff-fuck..."

For a brief moment, the things paused - as if trying to figure out what she had just said - leaving an ugly void where all that pleasant sensations had been.

Wait, she says. Followed by that feels good. Yeah, human language is so weird.
Can you at least fuck? Hm, I could.
Can you uncover my eyes? I wonder how you'll react...

Time seemed to slow down for a brief moment as she was left hanging - but not for long. And just like that, they continued. Smaller, sucker-tipped tendrils latching onto her face and the back of her neck as the thing in between her thighs finally withdrew, only to be replaced with a longer, slightly girthy length slick with that lubricating liquid. It didn't force its way into her just yet, but as it bunched up against her thighs, it was clear that he wanted her to spread her legs. More tentacles began to wrap around her arms and ankles while the coiled lengths below pushed her hips up. Hairlike tendrils explored her shapely rear as the suckers on her nipples picked up the pace ever so slightly - giving her a taste of what was to come.

"Unnhhh... Unnhhh... Oh God..."

Tiffany couldn't help but moan as the suckers latched onto her chest begin to pull faster and harder at her stiff, sensitive nipples sending tiny but powerful jolts of pleasure cascading through her all over again. A swarm of slimmer lengths lashed and writhed against her bottom as the thing vibrating against her hot and aching slit was replaced by a heavier, thicker appendage, dripping with that warm, slick, tingly fluid.

"Omigod... it... it wants to fuck me again... Fuck... this new one feels so big... thick... I don't know if I can take that... "

While she tried to resist the urge to spread her legs for the fat tentacle bunching up between her thighs, Tiffany could hear the slippery tendrils in her hands making weird noises as she continued to slide her fists up and down their serpentine lengths in long, steady strokes.

"Those sounds it's making... is... is that... pleasure? It likes this..."

She had been so focused on the helpless arousal the creature had forced upon her, she hadn't considered the idea that the creature was enjoying the sensations it was feeling as well. The thought gave Tiffany an idea. Not a GREAT idea, but an idea that offered at least SOME hope of survival. Maybe... if she could satiate the creature's libido... satisfy its sexual needs... maybe it would let her go...

Of course, that would mean spreading her legs for that thick, fat monster that was currently writhing between her thighs...

Reluctantly, but seeing no other option (she assumed it would only force her if she resisted) Tiffany slowly spread her legs for him as her hands worked on the tendrils she was stroking. She squeezed the slippery alien appendages harder, trying to gage the pressure it liked most as her fists pistoned up and down faster and faster, feeling the ridges and nodes along those lengths sliding between her palms and fingers.

The relentless sucking on her nipples was driving her crazy, her arousal quickly building up to a mind-numbing level. But in spite of how good everything the creature had done to her so far had felt, Tiffany was still distracted and slightly tense as she nervously spread her legs for him, worried about the size of that thing he was clearly intending to fit inside her...

The girthy tentacle wriggled between her legs, pushing them apart before the oversized head toyed with her slick, still-drooling cunt. A gurgle (was that disappointment?) sounds from the mass above her as its efforts to push into her is foiled by physical impossibility of doing so. It doesn't pull away, however - rather it dives under her, the ridges toying with her beaten butthole as it slithers up her back before coiling around her neck. The grip isn't tight, and the throbbing of the large nodules lining its length provided a surprisingly pleasant massage to the back of her head and neck.

Unlike before, the things sucking on her nipples weren't so forward. Now that they had tasted her climax, they actually scaled back on their once-relentless motions. Biting and tugging gave way to fleshy ridges teasing her erect nipples as the sucker-tipped tentacles continued to pleasure her. When her fingers moved across the quivering ridges and nodules of the tentacles she was servicing, it was clear that it had a preference for sweeping motions rather than a particular spot. When her fingers found a particularly lumpy spot, the things let out another pleasure-tinged croak before ejaculating all over her chest, pausing for a brief moment before they coil lightly around her wrists, but not exactly as tight as they were when she was being restrained.

Of course, the other things playing with her body wasn't done yet...

Despite how good the fat head of the thick tendril had felt pressing and wriggling against her hot, wet pussy, Tiffany couldn't help but be relieved when it seemed to realize it would have to hurt her to make its way inside her and instead slithered beneath her and up her back to coil around her neck.

The things toying with her breasts had calmed down a little and now seemed intently focused on teasing her sensitive, erect nipples. The incessant squeezing and sucking and nibbling had felt good, but this less frantic stimulation, much more concentrated on her stiff and aching nubs was driving her absolutely insane. Her breasts had always been extremely responsive to sexual stimulation, especially her nipples. Every rub and flick and brush across those protruding rock-hard points of pink flesh made her gasp and moan and arch her back, sending new waves of intense pleasure crashing through her, making it hard for her to think straight as they rippled down her spine and straight into Tiffany's painfully swollen clit and hot, slippery wet sex.

"AAHHH! OHHH! HHUNNHHH!!"

The sound of her own lustful moans echoing in her ears made Tiffany realize she was rapidly losing control of herself again. All her fear and anger and shame were being swallowed in the rising tide of the fiendish pleasure and arousal that this creature seemed to be able to force so effortlessly on her body.

Tiffany tried to take stock of her situation while she was still capable of coherent thought. The tendrils in her hands had let out another one of those strange croaking noises that she interpreted as pleasure before suddenly erupting in her grasp, jets of the creature's slick, oily secretions splattering across her breasts. She moaned again at the feel of the monster "cumming" all over her tits, the sudden added lubrication intensifying the sensations of what the smaller appendages were doing to her aching nipples.

"OHHH! AAHHH!"

As the last drops of fluid were trickling to a halt from the tips of the tentacles she had just masturbated to climax, they paused for a moment and then wound loosely around her wrists, but nowhere near as tightly as when they had first sought to restrain her.

Is... is that it? Is he done? He's still playing with my nipples, though... Oh God... it feels SO fucking good... and he's still holding my hips up at an angle like when he was teasing me with that fat-headed monster... maybe I should try and disengage? Fuck... I'm not sure what to do...

Tiffany pondered her next move as she tried to keep her mind from plummeting into the dark abyss of hellish ecstasy the relentless stimulation of her painfully erect and hyper-sensitive nipples was driving her towards...