There was a warmth flowing through her ass or was that her pussy? The two tentacles proceeded into her. One fast the other slow. The one in her back door felt odd … it took a moment for Daphnee to register the bulge traveling along it's length as if cum was built up and about to fire into her depths. No, not cum … an egg? Was she going to be inserted with one? No two! Three! But none of them injected into her. Each felt solid like beads dispersed along that tentacle evenly adding to the tentacle's girth in places.

“AHHH! UHHH! OHHH!”

Daphnee found herself caught up between the two. Her tits massaged by those bony protrusions that took care not to cut her. She shivered as her nipples were attacked. Her head tossed back as she was caught up in another moan as the pair came at her.

Tentacles made their way down to her hands and Daphnee seized them taking to her instruction. She embraced them. Her thumbs rubbing against them even as her palms moved up and down. It would have been easier with some form of lubrication but she knew that it wasn't always needed.

Skilled hands traced along those tentacles. Had she not heard the admiral's voice she would have had no idea who they belonged to at this stage.

Muscles continued to constrict around the pair as best as she could manage. Her mind swimming against the current she had been immersed in. Elated, Daphnee's wet eyes open. “MY GAWD!” Again her body blooms as she reaches her peak yet again. Somehow she remains coherent enough to continue. While her hips don't move caught up between the pair her hands still move a bit quicker now. Nor do those muscles stop as she rides out her latest release.

Her climax infuses her powerful muscles with a sudden strength that causes the tentacle monster to groan in a disturbing mixture of pleasure and pain as her body aggressively milks the massive tentacle that has prodded her cervix open with its wild upthrusts. She feels the fleshy length inside her get squeezed hard by her pussy's intensely powerful muscles - hard enough to distend it. Despite this, the tentacles coiling around her forearms and ankles don't yield. Instead, they stiffen up their grip on her as they similarly fuck her hard as they drive themselves into a similar orgasm, using her body to get off and clearly enjoying themselves.

"Gooohhhiing!" the tentacle monster stiffens up as his own thundering orgasm hits home, pushing the large tentacle so deep insider her that the wriggling tip manages to tease her cervix open. The small lengths wriggling on the top of this large cock wander into her womb for a few moments before the flood of semen from the massive length utterly inundates her womb, filling it up again in a single go. The tentacle monster's second orgasm follows immediately as her cervix pushes his shaft back, causing it to crumple as it desperately resists her body's powerful massage. Unable to bear the immense pressures her fanny was inflicting on its body, it spews inside her again, letting her body draw up the hot cum that feels like she's taken a cuntload of tiny vibrators, judging by how this thick fluid seemed to throb with pleasure as it was packed inside her.

"Look at you shouting like a virgin." the mayor chuckles darkly as he calmly gets dressed while staring at the baron. "See why I came early? This. This is why."

The tentacle monster is in no condition to give a snarky reply as he climaxes again, pushing his distended shaft inside her as deep as it'll go - finishing off with a third ejaculation that causes the meaty tentacle to get pushed out of her packed nethers due to the volume of cum he's spewed inside her. Her powerful muscles close her vaginal lips shut with ease as the baron draws out of her, falling to her side, the rush of air clearly audible over what sounded like gills to her. As the tentacle monster collapses, the sucker-tipped tentacles cling desperately to her nipples for a few more seconds before sliding off her.

That was when the haze of numbing pleasure started to clear slightly from her nethers - revealing that admiral below her had began to fuck her ass gently - the pace so slow and relaxing in comparison to the reckless hardcore fucking she had received from the tentacle cock. Clinging onto her waist from behind, the admiral worked Daphnee's rear in smooth, delightful strokes, letting her body massage the gelatinous orbs in this oddly smooth shaft. Unlike the thick tentacle cock, the admiral's dick (or was it?) was a smooth, narrow affair that her body eagerly took up. The bone-tipped tentacles, seeming to wait for the baron to fall back, then began to gently stroke her still-erect nipples slowly, softly with those dangerous-looking tips.

"Mmmh... you feel so good." the admiral croons out.

The rush of those thrusts come at her. Again and again, the noble goes deep. Pain bloated out by the pleasure Daphnee receives. Numerous tendrils extend from that large member further opening her as they massage and rub against slick walls. Her own delight swam over her. Daphnee wasn't even aware that she was had been a vice in that moment causing that tentacle to compress a little.

Tat thrill that slammed into her ripped out her latest orgasm. Feeling that flood of juices injected within her felt surreal causing her to cum yet again as that volume filled her. Her chest inflating even more to the point her vision gets blocked. When she can hold no more that discharge works against itself. The stream rushes inside her then rebounds pressing back on that tentacle and forcing it out using the strength of his orgasm against him.

As he dislodges plenty of cum follows suit leaving quit the mess beneath her. Even with all that cum emptying from her Daphnee is still bloated. Surprisingly her lips close after being stretched so fully. Whatever that augmentation springing back into place.

Often left a mess and panting she feels a measure of pride at sating not one but two beings. They are still conscious and may have taken a breather. Then she spots the mayor getting dressed as tentacles slid off her well used breasts indicating that the mayor at least is finished with her for now.

Only once those tentacles are removed those bony ones turn their attention to her nipples. They press over the tips swirling them in circles.

“AHHhhh,” she cues. The slow movement inside her swirls about reminding her of a jump rope in motion. Her ass rubs back and forth freely now that the concern of that large member taring her up have subsided. There was no telling if it would have hurt or been more of a discomfort. Daphnee still felt full with that load inside her but there was only a tingle surrounding her labia.

“Y-You do too GAWD.” She takes in a sharp breath feeling a spike in delight. As she moves so does that liquid smashing against her insides and stimulating her all the while. It feels intense, the feeling always there causing her to swiftly build to another orgasm. Not as strong but just as pleasant as she gets to savior the feelings longer as they simmer within her.

As her powerful sphincters continues to service the orbs, then the fleshy flaps with equal aplomb, more of those razor-tipped tentacles slowly caress her tingling abdomen. The fact that those cruel-looking things were able to gently pleasure her erect nipples was testament to the incredible levels of control the admiral had over each narrow tentacle that now caressed her body in a series of synchronized patterns - working across the sensitive skin with delightful ease, letting her savor the small 'break' she now received.

"Ah shit, did I break her?" the baron staggers up to 'look' at her. Aside from the fact that his entire body was a mass of living tentacles that still looked pretty drained from his tryst with her, she had no idea how he was tracking her motions. A small, familiar tentacle slides into her well-lubricated, still rather tight snatch as the vortex - her master floats up to take a closer look. One of the black tendrils drip what looks like an eye onto her mons, and it slides into her for a moment. The marble-sized intruder easily slides into her as her body opens up to her owner's touch as the admiral speaks to the vortex in a different tongue - one that sounds like distant, muffled buzzing of a summertime insect as the orb was withdrawn from her cum-packed nethers.

"Hmmm... Judging by the damages, I'll have to bill you..." the vortex finally floated back upwards, causing the admiral to visibly shudder in fear. "0 extra credits."

"Whhh?"

"Aren't you glad? That slight modification that I did to her made her perfect for a sizeable fellow like you." the vortex leers down at the baron with a knowing, smug glance. "Were you thinking that I wouldn't care for the welfare of my slaves?"

"N-no, sir." the tentacle monster stands stiff as he looks up to the vortex. "Your attention to detail is impeccable as always!"

At this, the admiral and the mayor smile to each other.

"Thank you." the vortex floats back to its 'chair' and the baron slowly walks across the table, his painfully-distended shaft slowly deflating - still bearing the marks of her powerful muscles that had roughly milked his cum out. For a moment, he makes do by just watching her tits bounce as the thing in her ass continues to rut with her. The smooth length of the shaft in her ass makes for a relaxing penetration, while the rubbery orbs give her a lot of direction - letting her change the intensity of his fucking by moving up and down the rings.

That's when Daphnee feels the crinkly, rough fingertips of the mayor run across her breasts.

Those bony protrusions were quit sharp. Daphnee's own movements may have caused her to wound herself if they were not so controlled. Instead of piercing her sink they alter to her movements almost as if predicting them ahead of time. She had not known it then but looking back at it she would chalk it up to how the admiral saw. Since she didn't possess eyes there had to have been something else at work.

“AHHH!!!” Again she cries out feeling her well lubricated body penetrated. A thinner tentacle presses into her competing with the one in her ass for attention.

The beads knock against her walls. Even as she swirls her hips. A few times she's scrapped by the bony protrusions but not often. Hardly aware of the banter around her Daphnee realizes that she's the object of it. Had someone asked her a question that she missed? A moment later her Master had been inspecting her. Something else had been inserted into her. It felt like a marble attached to a thin rope.

At the same time it felt that other tentacle inside her was retreating as if giving the new comer the space to work. “OH FUCK!” She gasped. Processing the feeling. It felt cold, not freezing, nor did it pump away at her core.

Daphnee felt it move a bit as it rolled against her. He looked inside her then extracted that tool or appendage. With her stomach so swollen at the moment she really couldn't see. More banter followed and she caught more of it. The tentacle thing in her ass pulled her away from thinking on it for long.

Hands enveloped her breasts and the mayor had returned. So far he had yet to interfere with those protrusions. Even with the few incidental scraps she wasn't too worried about them as they pleased her. Nipples stung with sheer bliss. She didn't believe the throes of passion she was feeling with that slower pace.

“Back for seconds?” She asked of the mayor then winced in delight. Her sphincter closing about it's guest. Folding around those beads.

“So good mmm,” she purred at the continued attention she was receiving. Still not recovered from earlier Daphnee is feels those after effects. Her release continues not having yet come to a complete stop.

“Back for seconds?” She asked of the mayor.

"'Fraid so." he nods, his richly-textured fingers grazing her erect nipples as the bone-tipped tentacle shares her nubs with these newcomers. "Can't let her have all the fun."

"Not that you can do to much." the admiral grins. "I mean, look at you. Even I can tell how well she worked you over."

"Well, I suppose I'll have to make do." the mayor admits, before leaning in close, opening his mouth over hers for a moment as he locks his thin, desiccated 'lips' with hers, tilting his gaunt head lightly as he lets his tongues slither into her mouth. His saliva feels like a richly carbonated drink, fizzing up on contact with hers, leaving a rich, earthy taste on her tongue as it is made to duel several wormlike lengths as they eagerly wriggle inside her. A few pass across her tongue, exploring her depths for a moment, letting her throat massage them as his left hand held her in place while he groped her breast.

Those thin fingers couldn't possibly exert any force, and yet they did - moving without the muscle twitches to give away their motion, as if guided by something invisible in the air. Thankfully, he does finally draw back his tongues from her, lifting off her to let her breathe.

That's when the rocky monster below pinches both her nipples and tugs on them.

"You're so wonderful, I believe you've earned the right to have a special gift from me..." the admiral seems to shiver in delight as the strange organ bottoms out inside her ass. That's when the orbs shift up, squeezing past the tubular organ that had held them as powerful muscles sent them up and outwards. As the gelatinous orbs, one after another was deposited inside her, her anal muscles squeezed down on them instinctively, drawing the orbs deeper into herself. Anticipating any panic, the small tendrils embrace her. "Shh. Just listen to it go... wait for it, you're going to love what's coming next..." the admiral crooned again, gently stroking her.

With what felt like prescience on its part, the rubbery orbs continued to float into her depths, marking a trail of dull pleasure through her insides as they did. What she didn't expect was them suddenly blowing apart inside her - one after another, sending a vast wave of pleasure through her entire being. A few of the orbs, shaken by her convulsions, continued deeper...

“You make that sound as if it's a bad thing.” Daphnee grinned at the mayor. It sounded like he had lost a wager and had to pay up. As far as she knew he could have. Her focus had been elsewhere for a time.

He leaned towards her. Lips gave way to those tendrils. She had been out numbered as they swarmed her own tongue. Surrounding it as she attempted to use it to little end. There were just too many to get a good rhythm going and they did something to her. She felt each one spark something against her tongue.

It was almost like touching her tongue to a battery and getting a little jolt. Only that the jolt was replaced with pleasure. Not just that but each tendril only magnified the experience. “Mmm ...” She moaned out left breathless when their mouths parted.

Tender breasts felt his hand or was it a force applied to them while other tentacles continued to work over her panting form. The voice behind her caught her attention.

“Oh? What would that be?” Green eyes shot fully opened and Daphnee couldn't help but look back over her shoulder.

She came? No, this had felt different. She felt the beads or eggs or whatever they were fire into her as the tentacle injected them. One after another. The force of them entering her took the orbs deeper. Muscles aided them at first but ultimately their progress slowed as she clamped down around them. In their wake they left a trail of heat that stirred her to no end.

Each orb being about the same distance from one another too as whatever force used to expel them had been all at once rather than doing each slowly one after another.

She came between the pair. Not yet given a break from what she had experienced thus far it was easier to force those releases or even manipulate one of the smaller ones into a bigger one. The feeling inside her radiated from each orb in what was a never ending stream of bliss that she could not control or shut off. Nor squirm as she might could she have gotten away from it. With those bony protrusions however, Daphnee fought against movement.

How could she stop drop and roll when those flames incinerated her from within? “MY GAWD! W-What is this feeling?”

“MY GAWD! W-What is this feeling?” Daphnee gasped out, and in response, the alien creature gently teased her still-slick nethers with a set of tough tendrils.

"Yes, my cute little human." she continued. "How are you enjoying it? It's my very own-"

"Wait, are you trying to put your eggs in her?" the mayor's eyes widen as the second batch slides into her eager rear. "Hey, stop! You trying to get us all in hot water?!"

"Oh please. I can tell that you've been itching to try out your mental toys on her the moment you laid eyes on her." the admiral laughed as her tentacles shifted around, the razor-tipped tentacles bending away from her body to give Daphnee a little wriggle room. One of the spiked tendrils gently caressed her face as it raised her chin up to face him properly, "Besides, look at her face when those eggs hit her just right. Would you deny such a cute, well-behaved lady a proper reward?"

Despite the gaunt creature's opposition, it was clear that the ovipositor in her ass slowly pumping in egg after egg into her rear was causing him great arousal, judging by the way his eyes tracked the soft pulse of the muscular organ as it slowly pumped another gelatinous orb into her insides.

"But that's..." he grunted out.

Another egg slid through her, drawing a fresh new line of pleasure through her insides as it somehow seemed to know exactly where to go, even without the eager undulations of her muscles to guide it.

"Besides, you got to cum in her first." the admiral finishes. "Now why don't you go play with her again? She certainly seemed to enjoy that..."

Seemingly having nothing more to say, the mayor sighs as he gently gropes Daphnee's breasts again. Judging by how his cock twitches in his jumpsuit weakly, it seems he won't be able to use that thing again for a while...

"Hey now. Don't make that long face." the admiral giggled, an undertone of a resting bitch smirk in it as her victim let out another low moan in response to the egg suddenly imploding inside her, sending a fresh shockwave of pleasure and lust through her. "Besides, those eggs weren't fertilized. All she's getting right now is a jolt of pleasure as they break down inside her."

"Wait, you knew that and..." the desiccated face almost makes an annoyed expression. "Are you trying to mess with me?!"

"I know! You're just so easy to tease." the admiral lets out that sinister, girlish giggle again.

"Hmph." the mayor turns his head away, and instead, focuses on Daphnee again, lowering his head to kiss her again, letting her tongue play with his fleshy, prehensile lengths as he began to pleasure her again. This time, his tongues moved slower, letting her tongue flit from length to length as she tasted his nodule-lined flesh. His fingers, wrinkled and rough as they were, felt good as they slowly caressed her bosom, causing her nipples to twitch as they were roughly milked by the sucker-tipped tentacles that had latched onto her erect nubs.

A third, stronger rush hit as another egg broke down in her depths, releasing powerful pleasure chemicals inside Daphnee's body...

“EGGS!” Daphnee was alarmed. Her head swimming with various images. That was something that she would need to address when there was time to do so. She calculated that she had time to deal with them. From days to weeks.

Now that all those “beads” had been fired into her at once she felt the next. The swell of the tentacle until that egg was pressed along the gyrating length only to be deposited within her. She listened to the banter between the admiral and the mayor. She also judged that the mayors member had been at it's limit.

Bony protrusions continued to tease her. A wrinkled hand finding purchase on her chest as she felt one of the eggs bob like a bubble. At least that was the best way she could describe it. The egg actually imploded painting her with something wet. That eruption shook her wildly. A surge fired through her spiking the elation that she had felt.

“Ah!” The mayor cutting her off. He took her mouth again. Slower this time allowing her to switch between each in time. Her tongue was an explosion in that buzzing feeling. Daphnee twitched, rocked by another one of those implosions that set her off.

Her body reacted violently. Clamping down only to feel those eggs and that tentacle. Her pussy filled with jizz felt some of it sloshing around inside her. With a hand pressing to the table the other reached around the head of the mayor. Clasping him to her mouth even as she twitched from the countless jolts to her tongue of the implosions of those eggs.

At this rate she didn't have to worry about having them removed. The fact that they weren't fertilized placed her at ease though she had another wayward thought that the mayor might have picked up on. One or more could be left inside her to implode when she least expected it. Of course she would probably feel it back there but what if there were smaller eggs that lurked like time bombs?

Again that was something she wasn't going to dwell on. Instead she attempted to make contact with the mayor again. It was staggered given what was happening to her. Interspersed between moans she tried to focus when she could.

You can't use your powers on me. Have you thought about using them on yourself? Daphnee didn't know how complex his powers were. If they targeted regions of the brain perhaps he could get himself hard or promote recovery. In any case he would have to make some space within her stuffed body even if he managed.

Oh gawd, she was cumming again feeling yet another burst shoot through her backside and up her spine.

At Daphnee's clearly concerned response, the admiral continued to caress her body. "Yes. Still, I just wanted to mess with his head for a bit." she admits as another gelatinous orb slides through her, giving her anal sphincter something new to play with. "And no, the big guy over there would probably have my hide if I did shoot fertilized eggs into you. So, enjoy the reward... it'll soon pass."

At this, the mayor shoots her an annoyed grimace.

The admiral laughed as the mayor refused to even speak with her, his eyes closing up as he focused on pleasuring her with his tongues instead of letting him get drawn into the wily admiral's mind games. Regardless, it was clear that he found her to be quite arousing, as his beaten cock twitched slightly as he continued to explore her insides with his tentacle tongues. The way his hand groped her breast was slow - methodical, even. Compared to the frenzied sucking of those tentacles latched onto her nipples, his hand moved in slow circles that served to provide a smooth, lasting buzz of pleasure that smoothly layered with the powerful jolts of pleasure that each egg breaking down inside her gave.

Those prehensile tongues moved slowly in her mouth now, giving her time to experience what they had to offer as they explored her tongue and throat, slathering her insides with that odd, bubbly liquid that felt warm and almost minty as it worked its strange magic through her body. Her gag reflex had melted away, letting him explore her throat with those quivering, dripping tongues.

All through this, the admiral continued to tease the mayor, until he clearly has had enough. With an annoyed sigh, he straightens up and stares daggers at her.

"You only act like this when you really want something." the gaunt figure sighs. "So, what do you want?"

At this, the admiral does something unexpected. "Alright! Well, after this meeting, I want you to take me back to your quarters and really go wild with your mind-control on me."

"...if you insist." the mayor shrugs before he directs his attention back to Daphnee. His fingers feel warmer as the last egg inside her implodes. It is with an almost inaudible sigh of regret that he pulls back from her lips. Behind her, the admiral similarly withdraws her ovipositor from her ass, slowly drawing it out of her - the length a lot longer than she remembered it going in. The smooth organ gave her insides one last kiss before it withdrew from her.

"I take it all four of you are satisfied?" the vortex looks up from a series of floating documents written in a beautiful, cursive script. "Now then, if you are ready... we will continue our discussion."

-

The discussion continued after the beaten baron manages to get up several minutes later, and as the meeting continued, the vortex had graciously allowed Daphnee to be seated at one of the large chairs of this briefing room. The fabric felt superb against her skin as she sat with her back pressed to the turgid padding on the back of the extravagant chair. Whatever drugs that had been worked into her body worked to quickly regenerate her stamina - the comfortable upholstery was just a bonus.

A gentle tug on the leash draws her attention.

"Tell me, my human..." her owner spoke. "What do you know about mixing drinks?"

Daphnee relaxes visually knowing that the eggs aren't fertilized. Still with the haze affecting her she had not counted how many of those eggs had been injected in her. Nor had she kept track of how many had burst. Each one increasing the heat within her. Just as her body began to shimmer down another log was added to the fire.

“OH!” Her throat taken. Whatever liquid those tendrils produced suppressed her gag reflex. They pressed in both deep and slow. Daphnee's body ached. Hands and tentacles on her breasts had been the very contrast between hot and cold. Fast movements of those suckers played with her nipples while a slower touch caressed the rest of her breast.

That orb rolling in his grasp. Her features flushed as she battled that waging war. Another egg imploded, her thoughts either not reaching the mayor or the conversation was distracting between he and the admiral.

Was that the last egg that imploded within her? Her body danced in harmony. Her backside pleased by the rush of fluid that sprayed out from that egg. Her tongue blazed and tingled as did her throat and breasts. The pair left her there on the floor writhing in her most recent release.

With her mouth fee her moans only grew in volume. She laid back on the table panting for breath. The drugs recovering her stamina quicker than she would have believed. When she had the energy she pushed down on her stomach pressing some of the cum out of her. Not much escaped and what had felt like something was moving within her, withdrawing itself.

“Gawd!” She gasped. Trembling as a surge of bliss embraced her. Her head tipped back, her body locked up, Daphnee concluded that there wasn't much more she could push out of herself yet. And even if she could she would feel that euphoric wave. If even getting that little amount out of her caused her to orgasm then the rest would bombard her very being.

Coaxed into a seat she was reminded of how comfortable it felt. How attuned she was. Talks continued on which she barely followed. She recovered even more, mental fatigue washing away. Her Mistress had been into business, she skimmed some of the titles she had on her bookshelf but never got into it herself.

A tug on her leash brought her into the conversation however. “Drinks Master?” Her role as a Prefect had been setting an example so she never bothered with such contraband. Even before going to the island being neglected and an outcast she had never found herself in such situations.

She had been studying culinary arts. Some recipes used alcohol not that she had prepared them herself yet but she had learned a few of them.

“Not much I am afraid. But I am capable of learning the craft. It's never come up before.” It couldn't hurt to learn. In fact at parties or some galactic bars it could be worth while. She assumed there would be a lot to learn. Tolerances and tastes of so many species but like any new skill Daphnee would take to learning it if possible. There was no telling what would be useful in the future and the more she knew the better.

“Not much I am afraid. But I am capable of learning the craft. It's never come up before.” she responded. While she didn't say anything further, it was her eyes that betrayed her intentions to him. Eagerness - she was, after all, a good student. And her eagerness and being willing to learn was what her owner seemed to be most pleased with.

"Hmm... well, alright, I suppose - as your owner, I should make this easy for you." the swirling vortex seemed to approach - or grow larger. Her eyes still had trouble peering into the twisting masses as it appeared to stand up, and when he guided her away from the table, and towards a small minibar built into the side of the briefing room. Opening the resonating door, she found a small tray with a rack of glasses and a variety of drink with holographic labels in a strange, runic language, waiting to be poured out.

"Ah, one moment..." the vortex leaned forward, tapping a floating control panel for a few minutes and the projectors shifted, translating the labels into english. Now that she could read the labels, she found that this bar was home to quite a variety of drinks both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. The measuring cup and the hand-mixer that was placed onto the tray by a sleek servo was graded in human-readable characters as he let her stand in front of the bar. Turning away from her, he spoke to his guests.

"Drinks will be served by Daphnee. Any requests?" he spoke.

"Oh! Um... a crimson martini on the rocks will be fine." the tentacle monster raises one of his locomotive tentacle into the air.

"Wild Hurricane for me." the admiral's rocky armor opened up to reveal that mass of wormlike tentacles waiting inside as she took in the view of her perky behind from where she sat.

"I'll have some cranberry juice." the admiral, still appearing rather drained from his session with her.

Their requests appear on the panel screen, the neat font both easy on her eyes and easy to read, much to her convenience as the vortex speaks as he peels away the lone tentacle away from her collar, leaving her unbound. "Just making sure you won't trip. You may begin now. If you have questions, feel free to ask."

Her back ached even with that little movement. Was this what it felt like when one was in the later stages of pregnancy? Daphnee's belly was still quit large. The volume of cum packed inside her was enormous. Some still leaked out down her thighs as she was guided to various bottles and gadgets that she was sort of familiar with.

She understood that this was a mini bar. Her eyes hurt a little first by peering into that vortex then by straining at those labels in an effort to understand them, which didn't help until they shifted into English. She assumed that whatever tech did that hadn't scanned her mind. Rather it must have been something that was set using English as a default. Had it probed her mind the readout would have likely been German. As neglected as she was it was the language spoken at home. The first books she received had been in German.

With no friends you would have thought that she would have developed an accent but her parents really didn't interact much with her so she picked up a tone while at school adapting with much practice. Drinks appeared on a screen. One she heard of, one she had no clue about and the other, well that was the easy one she couldn't mess up. Not unless she couldn't read the labels suddenly.

Still she familiarized herself. Martinis had olives right? And what made it crimson?

The tentacle retracted from her collar. She was stable enough to walk albeit slowly with this bundle of cum within her. The ache to her eyes bled away but her lower back still ached a little.

She blushed looking away then back. “Yes I have questions.” She had thought about just doing her best but that would reflect on him. Still if it came to it she'd make the drinks in the wrong way as she thought they might be made. A hurricane was a storm and would probably be made out of combining strong drinks in some ratio. It would be Daphnee's Wild Hurricane. But which drinks were stronger? A martini seemed to be a mellow drink so something relaxing maybe?

“I have no idea how to make the majority of those,” she whispered. Unless that list also included what went into what she hadn't seen that feature at a glance. Maybe that was why the mayor just wanted juice, something she couldn't mess up.

“I have no idea how to make the majority of those,” she whispered.

"That's quite alright." the swirling mass whispered back to her behind her seemed to press onto her bare back lightly as the inky tentacles operated the screen, bringing up context menus and translating them on the fly. With his large body obscuring the view, the guests were blocked off for a few moments as he drew up additional menus before deftly dropping runic text boxes that shifted before translating again to quite well-written english. Instructions on mixing the Crimson Martini and the Wild Hurricane were displayed, with correct ratios described in terms she could understand. "This will be our little secret." he finished as he pressed a thick tentacle on her slightly swollen womb before withdrawing, returning to the seat.

It had been a deft motion, but she saw how he picked out a small bottle and a pair of shotglasses from the tray below her before he left her side.

As the four alien creatures behind her continued to discuss something behind her back, he had clearly left her in charge of serving the drinks and the text boxes guided her through the steps. The Crimson Martini was a simple matter - brimstone gin and vermouth, served with a lime garnish. The Wild Hurricane was a bigger beast - rum, scotch, and a dash of whisky topped by crushed ice. Cranberry juice already came premade, and one of the eyes on the constantly swirling vortex fixed onto her as she poured the drinks into the glasses the servos handed out to her. The cranberry juice was an easy matter. Almost as simple as pouring out a glass from a vending machine after the ordeal that was preparing Wild Hurricane.

"Very impressive." her owner speaks as she finishes pouring the three glasses.

"Yeah. Humans really can do anything, huh?" the mayor nodded.

Shown how to bring up further details on the drinks Daphnee watched the text shift. It took little effort to expand those details and she saw what went into each drink beneath it along with the proper ratios. She assumed that the units of measurement had been translated into those she used.

She let out a little squeak. Feeling a tentacle drape out of that swirling black mass it made contact with her. A little pressure exerted on her belly shifting the voluminous contents that had been sealed within her. She quaked feeling those contents stirring those sensitive regions within her.

“Ah!” Her chest heaved then settled as he pulled away.

“T-Thank you Master.” She fiddled with the drinks first reading through the instructions of each then getting out everything she needed putting it all back once she had been done with each. It took her a few moments to familiarize herself with the mixer but not long.

Once done she had all three drinks on a tray serving each guessed in turn. It still ached a little as she moved about. Each step sloshed those steamy contents with her too creating shivers of pleasure. Somehow she managed to keep it all together serving the trio.

“I wouldn't say that humans can do anything. We are a weak species but a versatile one. It makes us strive to accomplish more. We just have to be more creative to make up for this deficiency. Master, do you wish for anything to drink?”

She looked towards the mass of eyes. Did he even drink she wondered.