“Ow! Dammit!” The statuesque, tanned blonde swore as her high-heeled red sandal caught on a tree root, making her stumble and causing her breasts to jiggle delightfully. Anyone who saw her would think that she was an idiot for dressing the way she had to go hiking in the forest, and anyone who knew the school’s secret would think that she was tempting fate by doing so. Such thoughts would be quite understandable; in addition to the sandals, whose thin straps went halfway up her calves and would make it difficult for her to remove them quickly if she needed to run or just got tired of tripping over forest debris, she wore white fishnet stockings that miraculously didn’t seem to have got snagged on any underbrush, a short white leather skirt that barely covered the top of her thighs and gave brief flashes of her white lace panties with every step she took, and a low-cut leopard-print halter top that left her back bare and seemed to barely contain her huge tits.

In fact, the woman knew exactly how vulnerable and tempting the outfit made her look. That was the whole point, in fact; Luxuria was in the mood for an encounter with one of the other guests, and she didn’t care who—or what—they were. To her thinking, few if any could resist a student who looked like her and she didn’t care that most of them were more… direct… in their actions than she thought she was with her seductions.

It had been quite a successful expedition, no doubt. The flora sampling run had given him several new edibles to replenish his diet with. The planet's gravity was slightly lesser than he was used to - but he'd have to offset that by more exercise - and for that, he needed an expanded diet.

Unfortunately, he was unable to capture any humans to harvest today - but that almost seemed to fade in comparison to the fact that one of the students had left a computer terminal logged into what was an encyclopedia of knowledge. He had tapped in quickly while no one was looking. The cortex computer now held a copy all this data safely as he returned to the undersea base. He would have to look through it later... maybe he could find an updated starmap of this region? New colonies could be out there, ready to be found...

He caught himself drooling at the thought and quickly snapped back to attention. Fantasizing was fine, but there's a time and place for everything. And he was in no mood to get caught. Not after coming this far. At least the woods were quiet tonight... speaking of which.

The woods had always been an anomaly for him, all the way from day one. Rich - almost overgrown - in plant life yes, but almost no local animals. A few insects and such were all he managed to observe. No surprise, he thought - perhaps the humans were simply unable to save any local forest species when they had established this colony? Or what if they had all perished? These uncomfortable thoughts were broken by the sound of someone tripping over something. An annoyed voice followed - a human female, around 7 meters to his general left. Alone, by the sounds of her footsteps.

What could a human possibly be doing around here? The ones he had observed had been quite careful - no surprise if this was an extant human colony surviving against all odds. Communications seemed to be well controlled by the local authorities, and a tense atmosphere of determination and watchfulness seemed to be the watchword of the day. There were several close-calls, too - but a lone human to wander like this? Perhaps his luck had finally turned. He opened his sensory palps to take in her scent and began to carefully plot an ambush plan.

Making sure to stay downwind of his prey, he took in her form - her lithe, toned body, her fertile and curvy form, her ample breasts struggling to break free of the simple top she wore, the strange footwear that gave her so much trouble, the odd outfit... he smiled to himself as he recognized the design from space broadcasts called 'anime' - no doubt, this was a girl taking a short cut to avoid school authorities after an illegal party. Inching in closer, he noted just how she would stumble on the roots and uneven terrain of this forest - inadvertently making a lot of noise. Perhaps she was far too drunk to realize what she was doing. With a plan in mind, he moved on up on ahead, shifting his skin to fit in with the overgrown nature of the forest floor. In this gloom, he blended in well as he finished planning his angle of attack.

He visualized the attack point, and up ahead was a particularly rough, uneven patch of woods. Once she entered that area... the moment she tripped on something, that's when he would close in.

Luxuria had chosen this trail in part for ambush points like the one her unseen observer was thinking of. Not entirely, but they made it feel like a better choice for her purposes than other paths that were similarly rough enough not to be too popular but not so overgrown or out-of-the-way as to be almost entirely abandoned. She was starting to wonder if this idea might not have been as well thought out as she'd believed it to be when she started. Okay, I'll give it until I reach the stream from my clearing; if nothing's bit by then, I'll go find a playmate on campus, she thought. Maybe pay Shaiya a visit, or maybe try my luck elsewhere; it won't be that hard to find someone interested in what I… kyaa!

That mental shriek was matched by a physical one; distracted by her planning, she hadn't been paying enough attention when she entered the rough patch and had caught her foot on a protruding root. While she was able to catch herself enough to avoid falling on her face, she still landed on her hands and knees with her ass in the air, her short skirt giving more than a slight hint of what it was supposed to be covering. "Ouch, ow ow ow, ouch," she muttered as she used a little of her magic to deal with the minor scrapes and damage to her stockings that her little spill had caused. Well, if anything's going to attack here, now's their chance, she thought as she started to sit up. If uninterrupted, she'd take the time to brush off the dirt before standing.

Only silence met her as she stood up and looked around, no doubt concerned about if anyone heard her cute little shriek - unaware of what was waiting right next to her.

He watched up close as she stood up - she had fallen almost right next to him, but in such a way that she could struggle - perhaps let out a scream before he could silence her. It was quite the view from this close up as he looked up at her fantastic ass, getting a nice view of her panties as she stood up. He waited while she brushed off the dirt and stood up, and for the raspy breathing to hit the peak, her heaving chest giving him an impromptu show as she calmed down. She was a fine specimen, to be sure. And the way she had just healed her body... perhaps this was what the ancient broadcasts called 'magic'?

"The trick to catching humans is getting them to let their guard down, THEN going for the capture." he recalled the field instructor's insight. "They gain some level of strength when they have adrenaline flowing in their veins when they panic. Wait for them to calm down and relax before going for the capture. Hit'em while they're sure they're completely unaware. And more importantly - they bruise easily. If you're gonna rough'em up, make every effort to hit'em where they can't see the bruises. Apply some kind of numbing gel if you must afterwards if you suspect the target might notice 'em later."

As she stepped away, he began his attack. A single powerful tentacle, aimed for her unbalanced ankle bearing all her weight as she made the first step - struck with sufficient force to sweep her leg from under her, making her fall before she could properly breathe in - unable to draw in air for that scream before another set of tentacles swept in around her throat and mouth, forcing her jaw shut and pulling back her head to make sure she wouldn't bite her tongue as she fell backwards into the waiting 'pit'.

What would have been a scream instead came out as a muffled groan as more of his upper tentacles bound her arms and legs firmly, but without exerting pain. With that, he rolled over, burying his catch in a mass of writhing tentacles, and shifting his 'back' to mimic the forest floor. To anyone that walked by, it would seem that there was no one here. Hopefully, no one would interrupt, but just to be on the safe side, he kept some eyes open - well camouflaged eyes in the dark.

Tightening his grip on his catch, using his smaller tentacles like a series of shibari ropes to further tie down the girl and make sure she won't get away so easily, he began to run his sensory organs over her smooth skin, taking in her scent, her little twitches, her gasps as the smaller tentacles worked their way around her outfit...

Wha…!?

The attack took her completely by surprise, the creature having given no sign of its presence that would have let her brace herself as she let it pull her down. Nor did it give her a chance to cry out—a sound that would have been mixed with a bit of a giggle if she'd been able to make it—before using its tentacles to hold her mouth closed. She couldn't blame it for the precautions, as unnecessary as they were in this case, since she'd found most of the students didn't react all that well to even herself at first; it must be worse for something that didn't look even remotely human.

The creature rapidly had her bound with its tentacles and hidden under its body, a task made easier as she didn't have a chance to offer even the feigned resistance she'd planned on. As tentacles ran around her outfit, she gasped softly in pleasure and leaned into its touches as much as she could.

The more the thing played with her, the harder she found it to keep up her disguise. This might be a bit uncomfortable, she thought as she arched her back to give her wings and tail room to emerge. Fortunately, it didn't have any tentacles in places that would interfere with them or her horns and ears as she reverted to her true appearance.

It was so odd that the girl had shown such minimal resistance as his limbs wrapped around her splendid body - perhaps it was thanks to his perfect approach? She smelled so good, too. No doubt, the effects of the legendary 'sake' as seen on anime. Perhaps he could ease her into giving some prime s-

It was the cortex computer that had first sounded the alert that something was wrong with his catch, and he tried to read through. It couldn't have been oxygen deprivation - he had made sure to give her plenty of breathing room in the 'prison' of tentacles he now held her bound well in a series of twitching tendrils. A quick check showed no muscle breakage, blood loss or cracked bones. His panic was short-lived as his catch began to metamorphose, growing a set of wings from her back, and a tail folding out from her body.

Impressive. He had not expected this at all. Was this a counterattack? Perhaps these humans had mastered some basic biological engineering during the Silent Age much like his species had adapted to - he braced himself for a fight as her horns folded out... making sure to get a tighter grip on her limbs and neck.

But no fight ever came. In fact, as the girl's transformation completed, he noticed just how she was leaning into his investigative organs running across her smooth skin. The small sighs of delight as his knobbed tendrils swirled around her erogenous points, how she arched her back sighing and moaning in delight as the suckers found sensitive flesh to poke and nibble on.

Seconds, then a minute passed - but this girl wasn't resisting the way he expected them to. In fact, she seemed to be having a good time despite the fact she seemed to be going for a combat-based physical transformation. With that, he began to swap his larger tentacles gripping the girl by the neck in favor of the fourth pair of grasping tentacles with the more precise musculature now that he was sure certain she wouldn't resist. Besides, he had made a miscalculation - the larger tentacles could possibly injure her, while the smaller ones had a better set of suckers and sensory resolution to hang onto her flesh even if she decided to resist. This way, he could focus on giving her what she wanted and thus quash all notion of resistance from her.

With this plan in mind, he began to carefully slide his most precise set of tentacles into her clothes, shifting them around the hems as he carefully undid her top...

Her transformation seemed to concern him for a bit, as he seemed to tense up for a fight while his explorations slowed slightly. Before she could get too concerned that she might have to take matters into her own hands, however, he relaxed and became more aggressive as his tentacles traced her curves.

Maybe I should’ve been a bit more forward, she thought. That way, he’d’ve known my change wasn’t a threat. With that in mind, she used her hands to stroke the nearest tentacles as well as she could in her position. Her tail, unencumbered by any similar restraints, was reasonably free to trace along his tentacles and the underside of his body, although she was cautious with this, as she wasn’t sure how well she’d be able to read his reactions just yet.

As some of his tentacles slid inside her top, she let out a soft moan of delight. Their quest to unfasten the garment would be easily managed, as only a couple of tied straps, one at her waist and one behind her neck, held it in place. Once they were undone, it would be trivial to reveal her breasts, the pink nipples proudly erect atop those magnificent orbs.

There had been a moment of perceptible confusion as the dexterous tentacles rushed between her heavy tits like a swarm of hungry fingers only to find that this top of hers had no means to open them up up front. Quite a difference from the standard high school uniform design, in fact. It was only thanks to her leaning a little forwards to show the creature the tied straps on her neck and the small of her back connecting her tight garment together that the creature was able to grasp them, the tightening top revealing as much eye-catching curves on her body as it managed to conceal. After a few experimental attempts, it succeeds in unlatching her top and carefully peels it away from her to reveal her ample breasts to the eyes that now slid around in this 'hollow' to take in more of her voluptuous form.

The smaller tendrils binding her proceed to slowly tighten around her newly exposed tits, sliding between her impressive cleavage to form a series of 'ropes' against her sensitive flesh, that rubbed away at all her erogenous zone with each twitch and motion she managed to make, teasing her body as the main limbs held her spreadeagled, ensuring a balance between titillating bondage and physical safety. Two larger tentacles, laden with firm, spongy nodules rub across her erect nipples, applying a slick coating of a thick, warm, and very relaxing gel across her chest before snaking in close, and opening its 'jaw' up like to reveal a concentric set of powerful suckers adorned with what looked to her as needle-like teeth.... or not. Another glance confirms it - what she first thought were needles were actually long, hairlike fibers that seemed to move on their own along with the main body of the tentacle proper as they seemed to watch the hypnotic dance of her spectacular breasts.

The thought that this creature could actually be teasing her, an unspoken challenge to be more forward was suddenly wiped as she realized that her skirt and panties were being explored by two sets of tentacles. The larger ones with the suckers carefully inspecting her skirt, while the smaller tendrils snake in under her panties, sliding across her wet pussy while another coiled up against her pucker before beginning to slowly - with excruciating slowness, tease her anal opening. The tendrils binding her waist began to twirl along the tentacles now massaging her crotch - both these tendrils eventually forming a 'counterpart' to the bindings on her chest and after some time, they wrap around her hips to form a harness that seemed to shift this way and that along with her bodily motions, making her groan in delight at this new assault.

He tensed up as she used her tail to explore the creature's appendages and body, but after a few moments, he responded by curiously investigating this new appendage with a similarly prehensile, well-muscled and textured 'tentacle'. As it shifted around her tail curiously, seeming to suck at the flesh playfully every now and then, giving her the visualization that it was as a 'tail' of sorts. Or was it the 'head'? In the gloom of this pit, there was no way to tell. But the way it massaged, explored, and even nibbled on her tail and ass made her feel really, REALLY good. Finally, he rewards her patience by placing a pair of velvety tentacles that snuggle into the palms of her hand, then proceed to coil around her wrists. Tightly, but just right so as to feel good without hurting her.

The creature wasted no time after removing her top before starting to molest her tits in earnest. It seemed to have a good knowledge of exactly how to manipulate them for best effect, tentacles binding the orbs so that every movement produced pleasurable sensations and the larger ones causing her to moan in delight as they spread their gel across her mounds. She was briefly concerned about the apparent teeth in two of the tentacles’ ‘mouths’, but that was more due to her dislike of pain than any real worries about it doing any real harm to her; even if it was willing to risk getting banned from the island by deliberately doing permanent damage to a student, she was sure she could use her magic to get loose if necessary. All such thoughts quickly became moot as what looked like teeth at first soon revealed themselves to actually be some sort of thin tendrils. And what are you going to do with those, I wonder?

The thing would find her skirt more familiar than her top had been; while tighter and less flexible than the uniform ones, it still used a zipper and fastener to keep from falling off. The tentacles exploring her panties, meanwhile, would find her already slightly wet even before they started to tease her nether regions.

As one tentacle began to intertwine with her tail, she began to respond in kind, the two organs looping around each other in an erotic, snakelike dance unknowable to humans. As for the pair in her hands, she began to caress what she could of their lengths just a bit faster and more firmly. While the creature might have her constrained enough that it could control the pace for the most part, she was going to take what control she could. Almost without realizing it, she licked her lips at the thought of the inevitable result of her stroking them if these tentacles had the same function as most similar appendages that some of the guests here had.

Letting her stroke the two tentacles he had offered to her, he listened to her breathing as she slowly went from shocked at the sudden ambush to aroused at the multi-directional assault he was plying on her curvaceous, head-turning body. A small pair of tentacles eagerly rubbing away at her ass, a 'rope' of tentacles seeming to 'see-saw' away at her wet pussy, another set of tentacles forming a shibari-style harness binding her breasts and waist giving her a titillating stroking whenever she moved, her tail being caressed and nibbled upon by a particularly well-muscled, thick-textured 'tentacle'.

Because he had been giving her a series of massages like this, while seeming to ignore some of her erogenous points... it had made her even bolder, as she began to focus on pleasuring the thick rods placed into her hand. In order to give her a little more leeway, he slightly relaxed the powerful muscles holding her arms immobile, letting her extend her strokes while keeping a firm grip on her wrists. This had two purposes - one, to prevent her from doing any damage should she somehow decide to fight back, second to slightly numb her hands so she could have a good time rubbing and servicing the twin shafts he had let her touch. She was licking her lips in excitement as she felt the slack on her arms, and continued to eagerly service the throbbing tentacles that she was now grasping. Gently at first, but faster and faster, her focus was on the inevitable result... whatever it may have been.

She had shown a moment of doubt when the close manipulators showed themselves. Now that he recalled, they did look similar to terran serpent fangs... fortunately, she had the presence of mind not to panic at first impressions, and turned on as she was, she was able to realize that the 'fangs' weren't teeth at all, but large, hairlike feelers that swayed in the darkness as they gently began to tease and caress her sensitive tits.

Pleased with her performance, he shifted to wrap a large tentacle around her face, placing two warm, fleshy nodules over her eyes which then gently massaged her forehead and eyes - effectively blindfolding her as it found a solid grip. Robbed of her vision, this would ensure that she would focus on her other senses. With that, it was high time he rewarded her for being such a good girl.

A sudden backward yank at her wrists made her arch her back, making her tits jump. Right at that moment, the 'jaws' on the pair of tentacles waiting in front clamped shut on her erect nipples. She gasped as the feelers reached around to stroke her sensitive tits, and then form another harness around her back, keeping the powerful suckers latched right on her nipples. There was no pain, but an incredible sensation of pleasure as the fleshy suckers began to work on sucking her perfect nipples, making her let loose an unadulterated moan of delight. Was it the gel? Was it the force of several suckers all working in tandem to pleasure her? An effect of her bindings? Did it even matter anymore?

Slowly at first to help her get used to it, the tentacles began a slow, undulating set of motions and an ever-stronger suction that made her head swim in delight as the lower pseudopod set began to carefully unzip her skirt. Making sure not to damage her, he then peels away her cute panties with such a delicate and careful touch that a mere beast would be incapable of. Finally, he stripped her nude, the only 'cover' left on her the tendrils of the alien monster that had trussed her up completely. At the same time, the pair of lower tentacles, depositing her clothes somewhere out of sight, began to roughly rub themselves on both her dripping wet pussy and anus, coating their shafts in her slick juices...

"Mmmmm…" She wriggled sensuously against him as the creature moved beyond just teasing her. The tentacle over her eyes may have made it impossible for her to see what he was doing, but she could still feel his actions. Some of the students, lacking her experience or not as open to an encounter like this one, would have been overwhelmed by the expert manipulations of the thing's tentacles, but even with the suckers working her breasts and nipples, other tentacles rubbing her pussy and ass, and the complicated intertwinings of her tail and the tentacle it was playing with and being played with by, she still noticed when he finished stripping her. One of the more considerate guests, I see, she thought as it carefully removed not just her skirt and panties, but also her sandals and stockings; most guests would've either left those on or torn them away rather than take the time to deal with the fiddly buckles on the sandals. Hell, most of the guests would've ripped her top, skirt, and panties away without concern for whether she'd need them later. She half wondered whether he'd have been so considerate if he'd known that she could repair them easily enough if necessary or that she usually didn't bother with clothes anyway.

The steadily increasing assault on her body quickly washed away such speculations with waves of pleasure radiating out from all the places he was focussing his attention on. Her moans became more intense as the tentacles at her lower regions started to lube themselves up with her sexual juices. Oooh… Going for double penetration. are you? Or maybe triple? As she had that last thought, she opened her mouth a little wider, making things easier for him if that was what he intended.

'Blindfolded' as she was, she could feel the mass of writhing tendrils he moved over her head (or was it under? In this complete darkness, it was getting harder and harder to tell), a mass of even smaller - even more prehensile tentacles moving across her straight blond hair for a moment before the sensations vanished, followed closely by the sound of shuffling. What she could tell was that the trio of tentacles keeping her blindfolded had now curled around her horns, getting an even more firmer grip on her head and were now slowly pulling her head backwards to follow the arc of her back.

For a moment, he considered his options. Judging by the curvature of her throat, making her suck on it could possibly gag her - possibly knocking her out if she did gag too long. It wouldn't be as fun if he had to harvest from a knocked-out girl. Thinking to himself, he quickly picked out a bottle of creamy, thick liquid that could possibly work out as an impromptu lubricant. Dipping the tip in like a hypodermic needle, he drew most of the contents of the bottle into the upper tentacle before screwing it shut and slipping it back in his casing. He still had to analyze just WHAT this stuff was, after all.

Now, siphoning in the thick liquid through the internal tube, he brought the loaded tentacle adorned with rubbery rings and nodules just above her open mouth and began to slowly drip out the sweet liquid he had found while he was exploring. The humans seemed to particularly like drinking this thick substance, and he hoped that she'd like the taste too. But this wouldn't do. What if he missed? What if she choked on it? He adjusted his grip on her neck, while easing off her jaw to let her breathe through her mouth now that she was clearly aroused.

Reading the flush, her vitals and her massive level of arousal, he felt that she was ready to take both tentacles in her pussy and ass. Letting go of her tail to swap the more dexterous tentacle with a firmer, more textured appendage to further pleasure her, he uses the relatively unlubricated shaft that once serviced her graceful tail to press into her wet cunt, while the properly-lubricated and thicker length began to press in in a similarly, excruciatingly slow, purposefully teasing pace. At the same time, the jaws latched onto her nipples began to tug and suck even harder, getting a low moan out of his catch.

That's what he had been waiting for. With her head drawn back and her mouth now open wide, he carefully maneuvered the loaded tentacle to touch her lips, getting her to stick her tongue out at the intruder before slowly dripping the thick, rich liquid that the locals had called 'five-star deluxe chocolate drink'. Still quite fresh and warm, the aroma of sweet chocolate began to dominate the pit as the drops began to trickle for a few seconds, increasing with every moment that he slowly poured into her open mouth while the tentacles latched onto her neck 'listened' closely to see if she would gag. With that, the pair of tentacles began to penetrating her perfect pussy and cute, shapely butt, firmly wriggling in and plumbing her depths, her natural lubrication working to ease their passage while the tentacle unloading the cream into her mouth gave her tongue an experimental nudge as it slid into her mouth.

She let the creature manipulate her as she felt the tentacles slowly pressing into her ass and pussy. She thought that she felt another one hovering near her mouth, but it was hard to be sure in these close confines without being able to see. The question was soon answered as the waiting tentacle moved in to touch her lips as his attentions to her body drew another moan from her, this one clearer as he was no longer holding her mouth mostly closed. She tried to lick that intruder, but it wasn't in quite the right place. It did begin to drip something onto her tongue, a liquid with a taste she'd become familiar with in her interactions with humans and their creations. Ooh, sex and chocolate? Hmmm… There are rules against keeping students, but I don't think there are any about doing so with other guests.

Even if she'd been serious with that thought, she wouldn't have been able to do so with any ease. In any case, the tentacles penetrating her started to press all the way into her waiting depths, the sensation of them rubbing against each other with only a thin wall of muscle separating them quickly driving out all but the most primal thoughts. Her hips ground against those intruders as well as they could with how the creature had her bound, her tongue worked to make sure none of that delectable liquid escaped, and her hands continued to stroke the tentacles they were holding, gradually speeding up their efforts.

The suckers latched on to her neck had a specific purpose - to listen in on her vitals, to check for muscle spasms and even analyze her airflow to make sure she wouldn't suffocate. And so far, his catch seemed to be taking his actions quite well. Perhaps these humans were tougher than he had originally envisioned? Or could it be that she was actually too drunk? Regardless, he watched with interest as he continued to lubricate her mouth with the strange drink, which had caused her breathing and heartbeat to speed up, followed by an aggressive licking and sucking at his upper tentacle as he gently slid the knobbed, ribbed intruder into her mouth, still dripping that aromatic drink onto her tongue as she eagerly slurped and licked away, determined not to waste any.

What a good girl. If this wasn't a covert mission, I'd have taken her in permanently. Too bad, though... the humans in this colony are far too aware, and would notice if someone had gone missing.

With that thought in mind, he opened the suckers on the tentacle which now curled erotically around her tail, then began nibbling on her ass and the base of her tail, while firmly stroking what seemed was yet another erogenous area. At her next moan, he finished coating the inside of the girl's mouth with the creamy liquid chocolate, and began to slide in the large organ slowly into her throat, letting her suck away on it while making sure to let her breathe properly as she worked on pleasuring the pairs of tentacles in her hands, letting them rub against her palms like an affectionate terran housecat getting a good petting.

Next, he turned his attention to her tits being roughly sucked on by the central tentacles. Tightening the bindings using his smaller tendrils, he proceeded to let another set of suckers plant themselves on the sensitive flesh of her curvaceous breasts, biting in softly away to provide a new set of sensations. She'd have some weird hickeys by the time this was over, he thought to himself as he began to increase the power and vigor of his ministrations against her ample chest, sucking and tugging hard on her nipples.

Finally, he assessed the condition of his lower penetrators. Satisfied that she had quite helpfully lubricated both intruders with her own juices, he let her milk his powerful shafts for a bit before shifting the balance again. With a plan in mind, he slowly drew out the tentacle buried in her ass, making sure to rub roughly against her insides, followed by a similarly slow and excruciating draw of his 'special tentacle' from her drooling cunt, leaving her gasping for more.

Before she can even take in this new situation, he maneuvers one of his larger tentacles close to her groin, carefully retracting anything that could permanently damage her beforehand as he rubs the groin to lightly lubricate both her holes with a combination of her own juices and his bodily oils. Making sure to leave only the cartilage nodules up, he then begins to insert this length into her waiting asshole. A low moan of delight escapes her lips as the head slips in, followed by the series of ribs massaging her sphincter. He feels her twitch as he inserts the odd, three-headed tentacle into her waiting pussy, followed closely by the smaller tentacle that had been exploring her ass now rubbing and sucking away at her clit.

The three shafts sink into her body - well lubricated by her body's secretions, and he waits for a few moments to let her get used to her new position, before beginning to fuck her hard, each "thrust" eliciting a shudder of orgasmic delight from his catch.

The thing didn’t take that long to reveal its reasons for coating her mouth with chocolate, the tentacle using the lubrication it provided to slide further in and force her to deep throat it. While this wasn’t the way she’d have used it, she still approved of the results, sucking on the invader with wanton abandon.

She was surprised when the tentacles fucking her pussy and ass withdrew, a slow process clearly intended to keep her stimulated and quite successful at that goal. The abandonment was only temporary, as the tentacles rearranged themselves before penetrating her again. Her moans of ecstasy as these thicker appendages pressed into her and a third one started to play with her clit were reasonably clear despite being muffled by the one in her mouth.

He didn’t really get going right away, the new tentacles more teasing her than anything else. Just as she was getting used to the feel of their unusual forms, however, they started to thrust hard inside her. She needed a moment before she was able to match their rhythm, grinding her hips against them to increase the strength of each thrust. Her body needed no such moment of adjustment before her sex started getting wetter, though, making passage easier by the moment for her welcome violator. Whether he’d bring her to orgasm first and just how many she might be able to drive him to at once were still to be discovered, though.