Oops! All tentacles! A tentacle fucking adventure [FMonster] [creampies] [tentacles] [fantasy] [restrained]
New writer workshopping different kinks! Enjoy this silly little tentacle monster scene I wrote 😄 Constructive feedback welcome! Hopefully more to come! (ha!)
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"Get a hold of yourself, Erin, the map says the treasure is this way." Willow shook the map out in front of her, adjusting the tilt of it to ensure they were heading the right direction. For a Paladin, Erin was incredibly squeamish of trouble despite the heavy armor he wore as they went forward.
"Willow, no. If we go that way, it's certain death." Erin gripped his sword at the hilt with both hands, the tip pointed towards the ground as he squeezed in nervously. The rest of the party was still behind a few paces, taking their time catching up.
"Listen, you said that about every single branch in the road up until this point. I'm going this way." Willow pointed towards the dark fork in the caverns, vines hanging like stalactites off of the damp ceiling. The other route looked drier, empty. Treasure was never somewhere safe.
Her steps echoed at she pivoted into the darkness. Her staff added a third uneven beat to the steps and she summoned a quick orb of light to accompany her as she was swallowed by the darkness. Erin called after her. "Wait! Wait!"
There was no other noise, just the quick whoosh of air as she fell. Erin calling frantically after her. "Willow! Willow!"
The cave seemed to swallow her whole and before she knew it, her body was crashing into wall after wall of narrow chute until she was let out onto a soft bed of moss, or what felt like moss. The bottom of the cave was squishy and plant-like, moist, and… moving? She jumped as the floor seemed to shudder under her sudden weight, gripping at her staff harder. How she'd managed not to drop the thing in the surprise, she wasn't sure. "Erin!" She called. "Erin!" The depths swallowed the sound of her voice and she couldn't hear Erin's timid voice or the deep timbre of their dwarven barbarian. It was just her and an oddly silent, nearly pitch black cave with a floor that moved.
She sucked in a breath and then blew the air out until her lungs were completely deflated. What was she supposed to do now?
Her elbows pressed into the soft undulating ground beneath her, pushing herself into a seated position. The little orb of light, thankfully, had followed her into the depths. It must have been a sight to see her and her light suddenly wink out when she fell with not even enough time for a scream. Her hand stretched out in front of her, bending each joint, testing. Well… at least she wasn't hurt.
Willow tried to stand but each time her foot found purchase on the undulating ground, it moved, tripping her and halting her progress. She groaned each time until finally, it moved once more and she fell on her back with her limbs splayed like a marrionette. Her staff fell out of her hands and rolled away. She'd have to crawl to fetch it. "Great. How am I supposed to get out, if I can't even stand. Good going, Willow." The floor moved again, this time not as one whole mass but a singular tentacle popping from the sea of movement.
It seemed curious, tilting the tip back and forth as though sniffing out the new thing that landed on top of it. The limb stretched until it was caressing her arm, moving further in until it was touching the bare skin of her chest where her robe ribbed in the fall. "Hey, that's unnecessary." She said, slapping the thing away as though it were a wasp. It shook off her attack easily and dove back in to continue its exploration. It didn't stop at her chest, instead it slithered its way across her stomach, finding the hem of her skirt and hitching it up to find more pale skin beneath. It seemed to like what it found because another tentacle sprung up to join, then another.
She batted them away like flies, desperately trying to keep them away from her naked skin but it was no use, they were stronger than she was, and determined. "What the- Hey, stop that!"
More tentacles sprouted from the writhing mass and captured her pesky hands, holding them away from her, keeping her from being able to fight them off. She screamed in alarm. What was it doing? Her hips twisted, trying to get out of its grasp and her feet kicked. Two more thick tentacles sprang forward, wrapping around her ankles until her legs too were restrained.
This was the point when Willow truely started to panic. Sweat beaded like dew across the back of her neck and forehead, plastering a few dark curls to her forehead. Her pupils dilated until her green eyes were eclipsed and her heart galloped away. A handful of stray tears escaped the corners of her eyes as she struggled and imagined an awful, painful end. She didn't want to die. She was too young to die. Of all the stupid, risky plans, this was how she would go?
A new tentacle emerged with a new type of appendage, something that looked floral with the way the tip split into five equal pink petals. It looked botanical but each petal seemed to retain the ability to move independantly, like fingers or perhaps an elephant's trunk. It zeroed in on her face, attaching itself over her nose and mouth. For a moment she thought this was it, this would be her end, stuck in the darkest monster's pit, restrained until it would finally consume her. In her panic, she took several gasping breaths.
The air from the flower smelled sweet, almost like spun sugar or caramel. The hairs on the inside of her nose tickled and just as the flower released from her face, she sneezed. A cloud of spores floated lightly through the soft beam of light from her magic orb and she realized it had been pollen that she breathed in. But why?
Then, her body relaxed. Her heart slowed from a gallop to a cantor while her breathing calmed into something normal. The racing thoughts of impending doom slowed too, replaced by thoughts of comfort and, oh, that actually felt quite nice. The tentacles didn't release her arms or legs but seemed to ease off on her restraints now that she wasn't fighting quite so much. Another thick vine probed at the remnants of her robes, ripping them further along where they'd already been torn. The other tentacles joined in, gripping and pulling on the fabric. She could almost hear each woven strand snap as the monster pulled away the only layer of clothing that covered her, revealing her ample chest, flared hips, and petal pink areolas.
It didn't seem to have eyes but the vines all seemed to pull away for a moment to admire her unmarred skin and the galaxy of freckles that dusted over her chest and cheeks. They dove back in a moment later though, content now that she was completely free of that limiting fabric. The flexible tip of one tentacle caressed the line of her jaw, down her neck to the base of her shoulder until it found her pulse point and latched on with suction she didn't even realize it was capable of. A spear of panic shot through her system but was tamped down by whatever pollen it had her inhale earlier. She whined into the touch, as though it was a lover there and not some unknown monster. Her eyes widened as the fog of her mind lifted for a moment and she tried to pull away.
A thick vine wrapped around her middle now, picking her up as though she weighed nothing, and hoisted her up into the air, her limbs spread like a new sapling in the spring sun. Beads of sweat glimmered in her magic light like jewels and she tried to squirm, though whatever she'd been given made her move slower. Why did she even want to get away?
The tendrils held her firmly and explored her tenderly. There were several now, all across different parts of her body. Two swept across the curves of her legs, over the soft pillowy thighs and seashell curve of her calves. Another swirled around the swell of her chest, testing the weight of the mounds of flesh before probing at the small firm peaks, pinching and rolling curiously.
The motion drew a moan out beside herself. The noise surprised her and she squirmed again. Her body felt suddenly warm, as though she'd taken a shot of strong whiskey at the pub and a familiar slickness emerged between her thighs. The scent of arousal piqued the monsters interest and two more tentacles went to investigate the new substance secreting from its prey. Prey? Captive? Experiment? She didn't know. All she knew was fear but also… pleasure? Her body seemed to react on its own, separate from her mind- and even that seemed to be sluggish.
The tips of the vines were soft but firm against her flesh while it probed through the creases where her thighs met her torso and across the soft fluff just at the apex of her thighs. It caressed the backs of her knees which made her flinch. "Ah. That tickles." She complained, though a trail of arousal slipped down her leg, betraying the creature to the direction of the smell and it slithered up towards the source. Her pussy was soaked already and the arousal dripped down her thighs in thick rivulets. She tried to squeeze her legs shut to prevent the creature from going there, but it held her ankles apart firmly. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and for a moment, she wondered what would happen if she just surrendered? It wasn't hurting her. It was just playing.
The tentacles poked at her mound, testing, and then slithered along her slit, bathing in her. She twisted her hips but slowly stilled as it worked, finding the sensation not horrifying but pleasurable. She sighed as it explored, now dipping within the puffy lips, seemingly content that it indeed found the source of her scent.
The vine that had been working on her breast split into two, each sprouting two of those floral like ends. They swirled around her nipples as they searched for her reactions. It seemed to like it when she squirmed or gasped or moaned. Her breaths came in stacatto gasps as they played, pinching, rolling, then finally sucking as they attached to the apex of both breasts. Her chest heaved and jiggled as she tried to shake them off but gods, it felt good. Her nipples were sensitive in a way she didn't realize her own body could feel. They were warm and heavy on her chest and with the suction? Her core throbbed on air and she moaned. She simply couldn't help it.
The two tentacles at her entrance were taking their time exploring her folds, lingering up one side of her entrance, then diving across the other. It tested the little mound of nerves at the top of her opening and she couldn't keep them back, her hips bucked against it. She gasped. The tentacle came out to watch the reaction, then went back in to test again. It circled her clit again and again, observing as she bucked and squirmed in pleasure. More arousal dripped from between her lips, falling onto the writhing floor below. The creature seemed to like that, tentacles sucked up what fell, and more slithered up her legs to get a taste. Each one left a trail of suction marks across her thigh, cleaning up the little trail she'd produced.
The more time passed, the more she forgot why she'd struggled in the first place. Her chest was being suckled, her jaw caressed, her ass squeezed, and it all felt incredible. It was as though each neuron in her body was firing at once and the warmth that had bloomed in her belly was stoked with each and every stroke of a vine, or suck of a petaled end. Her party was long forgotten. Why had they been exploring this cave system in the first place? Did it matter when she could feel like this?
Her parted legs were pulled further apart as the curious vines delved further into her. One found her entrance, tentatively poking in, just the tip before it realized what it had found. The head of that tentacle unsheathed what lay beneath, dripping a thick blue slime from the end. It gave her no warning and plunged itself into her easily as wet as she already was. It began to writhe and pull out and she thought it might be done. "No, no, don't." She said weakly, through ragged breaths. It dove back in with vigor, enjoying the sensation of her warm soft walls. The smooth expanse of her stomach bulged with each thrust of the thick appendage. "Oh." She said finally as the feeling of the intrusion adjusted and whatever trepidation she felt was replaced with bliss.
The vines at her breasts sucked relentlessly and two more had emerged to wrap around the heavy mounds to knead them like dough. Had they gotten heavier? The fog of her mind parted only for a moment to register that they had once felt a certain way and now they felt twice as heavy. It didn't make any sense. There wasn't any magic to do that, or at least none that she knew of. The creature didn't seem to mind the pause in her thoughts, it only suckled and kneaded away until her nipples let out a creamy white fluid that the flowers lapped up happily.
This delighted the creature and it only worked her breasts harder, kneading them until they were pink from the abuse. The feeling was euphoric and she shouted in pleasure as it worked, heaving in breaths. "Oh, oh, yes." She shouted, finally giving into the creature. Willow's muscles relaxed as she let the creature hold her body weight completely, only focusing on the sensations that it was more than happy to give her.
Frankly, it was too much. Her body was completely overwhelmed. And just when she thought there was nowhere else for this creature to find, a single probing vine that had been busy kneading her ass found another entrance. Two vines helped it by parting her thick cheeks, jiggling as the vine in her pussy pumped in and out. This vine followed the same process as the one currently inside of her, unsheathing it's tip until the revealed slit was dripping electric blue goo down her ass and legs. It probed and she flinched, though with everything else attatched to her, inside of her, there was no more fight left. She was flooded with pleasure from every direction, so when the vine finally slithered its way in, lubricating itself with the electric blue substance that secreted from its tip, she could only moan.
The vine traveled deep inside of her, bulging her stomach from a different direction, and began to pump in and out, off time from the other. Willow had never been so full in her entire life. There was an overlap in time when once vine entered and the other pulled out and those moments when her interior walls pressed into each other were heaven. Perhaps this was the afterlife after all. Maybe she'd fallen to her death and now she was rewarded with an eternity of pleasure. The monster suckled at her breasts and nipped and kneaded along her pulse points. All thoughts evaporated again.
She was completely overwhelmed by too many tentacles to count, all touching and caressing and pumping and sucking. A rubber band tightened across her lower belly the more the creature worked and her hips bucked forward. A smaller vine sprouted from the large one working her pussy and with one of those flower like structures, suctioned itself to her clit. It pulsed air back and forth across the sensitive bud. Her whole body tensed as that rubberband stretched to its limit. Each hole was stuffed fuller than she knew she could take and the assault on her clit left her panting.
That was it. Willow convulsed and screamed into the cavern, the walls of her pussy contracting around both vines and a watery fluid squirted around the beast at her entrance, dripping down and mixing with whatever blue mess it created. Her pleasure came in waves and the monster only rode them forward, not letting up for a moment. It seemed to enjoy the way her pussy pulsed around its vines and only slowed to let her catch her breath for a moment before it began its attack again. This time, two more tentacles came from below, both unsheathing and leaking goo, to probe the same holes where the other two were thrusting.
For a moment they both pulled out, leaving her gaping and empty. She groaned, her pussy throbbing around air again. But then two tentacles entered her in each hole, thrusting in and out of her harder now, with more vigor. The tentacles at her breasts sucked and kneaded aggressively. She leaked from both of her nipples while her pussy dripped onto the onslaught of vines, every drop lapped up by a roving sucker. The floor writhed happily and sprouted floral heads of every color, all curious to try a taste of her.
Her mind was a complete haze. There was no memory of who she was or where she'd come from. She didn't remember why she'd been so afraid, though she remembered she had been. Every neuron was alight, every cell bathed in pleasure, and as her climax subsided, it only started to build again.
The creature realized late that there was one more entrance to explore and it sent another thick tendril up towards her mouth, unsheathing and leaking like the others. It poked at her mouth slowly, testing her lips, smearing the flourescent blue across her face. Eventually she realized it wanted her to open her mouth and it plunged in. Whatever was leaking from the monster, she realized, tasted good- sweet, a little vegetal like grass in summer, but also citrusy. The sensation was so strange it pulled her attention from the assault on the rest of her body just long enough for her to suck for more. Her lips pulled taught around the appendage and it thrust into her cheek, seeking the same warm tension the others felt inside of her.
It chased her through orgasm after orgasm, never letting up or letting go. She was a trembling mess and even if the beast had let her go, she would not have been able to support herself with her own muscles. It thrusted, she bucked into the air, her back arching. Her chest swelled larger than she thought possible, a side affect of the flower surely, and her nipples leaked so much that the vines could not suck it all and it leaked out of the sides onto the vines across the floor. She was incoherent, her gasps led into moans, which led into cries. Sweat plastered hair across her forehead and dripped down her neck and back.
Suddenly the creature stopped, pausing just long enough that she thought it was done, then renewed its assault with a passion. It thrusted into her, bulging her stomach from both angles, invading her mouth. It worked like this for a long minute and then jerked frantically and spewed a sapphire blue substance out from every orifice. The substance was warm and filled her from the inside out, stuffed like a cream horn. It filled the small bulge in her stomach and the rest leaked out around their connection, dripping down her thighs, down the length of the tentacle, and across the floor. The vine at her mouth came at the same time, spewing the darker blue liquid into her mouth until it too was spilling out across her cheeks and chin. She swallowed as much as she could, finding she loved the taste, but it was too much and it fell across her chest, dripping until it mixed with the cream from her breasts.
It released the substance for what felt like an eternity, pumping her with load after load of gooey monster seed. A veritable pond was left below them when it finally subsided, gallons of the stuff left all around them. The vines slowly pulled out of her, each with a pop. The one at her mouth fell out and the flowers at her nipples gave one last suck before also peeling away. The assault at her clit ceased and each vine that had been kneading or sucking on skin retreated slowly, caressing her naked skin as it left.
Content, the monster cleared a small patch on the floor and set her down, boneless and sated on the cave bottom. A vine caressed her face once more and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before retreating from the area entirely leaving her for her friends to find. There, Willow sat in a puddle of fluids and blue cum. Her limbs were limp and her breathing slow.
It took some time, but a rope dangled from the ceiling eventually. Erin dropped down from above, sword at the ready, but by the time he arrived, the creature had gone elsewhere. The cave was blessedly empty and there was only the sound of his boots as he jumped off the rope end. He looked around briefly before identifying the naked pile that was his friend, covered in fluids, crumpled like a spent tissue on the ground.
"Willow! Willow, are you okay? We're here." He knealed beside her, looking for signs of life or death and exhaled when her chest moved slowly. Sleeping. She was sleeping.
"Oh thank the gods." He muttered, scooping her in his arms, "I've got you. I've got you. Gods, you scared me there for a moment." He looked down at her, hair wet and crusted in sweat, body dripping and sticky. "What happened to you?" He wondered aloud, then brought her securely into his chest and wrapped his cloak around her.
"You're safe now. Let's get home."