r/consentacles

Kemo was feeling quite nervous. As she walked down the red stone halls towards Terrance's room she still thought about turning back. Between everything that had happened lately as well as a lot of frustrations she wanted this. A suggestion that Catherine had made a while back. A suggestion she made a lot in the past. She had been toying with the idea for a while now, but something just felt right tonight. She was not going to invite Catherine, as she doubted the vampire would be able to control herself. For this time, if it happened, she wanted it to just be the two of them.

She could hear her hoof steps echo in the halls. She twitched a little, hopefully nobody else was up and about lest they see what she was doing. They would be curious as she was wearing a long coat that covered her from chin to her hooves. If they could see what was under the coat she would probably die of embarrassment. Kemo had decided that if they were going to do this, she was going to wear something special. Stopping at a mirror in the hall she checked herself. Her chestnut brown hair was long currently up in a pony tail to keep it out of the way, Her brown cow ears wiggled a little, betraying her excitement. She looked into her own emerald eyes showing a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She swallowed, it wasn't too late. She could just go back to her room.

"Out for a midnight stroll?" Star called as the 'cat' waltzed up to her.

Kemo could feel her whole body seize up as she looked down at the tuxedo markings of the 'cat'. In all the time here, Hatter had yet to actually say what Star was.  She took the form of a common black and white house cat. Star stressed that she was anything but. "Yes, yes, I just felt like getting some air" Kemo stammered.

Star looked her up and down, peering at her like she knew exactly what she was doing "Little warm for such a coat, don't you think?"

Truthfully, she was roasting inside and could feel sweat forming. There was a cool breeze coming up into the coat, cooling her bottom and tail. She could feel something else warm and fluid as well. "I, well I. I..."

Star blinked a few times at her "You and Catherine up to something, private?"

Kemo quickly went with that, nodding vigorously.

Star gave a sly smile and turned around "Well don't let me interrupt your 'fun'. Have a good night Kemo" she purred as she turned.

Kemo groaned, Star was walking in the direction of Terrance's room. Quickly debating whether to turn back or commit and go. She could feel a little of her resolve run away at the indecision. She made up her mind and strode forward to her goal. As they approached the room an idea struck her as she stopped at Terrance's door. If Star asked she would say that she forgot something with Terrance and was stopping to get it. With bated breath, she watched the 'cat' continue to walk. Would she notice she stopped? Would she ask? Star turned down another hallway without another word. Kemo released the breath she was holding and softly knocked on Terrance's door.

It took Terrance what felt like the longest seconds of her life, as she contemplated all of this. There was a small voice suggesting she run back to their room, not go down this road. A different part of her leaned in, beckoning her forward. She had seen some of what Terrance and Catherine did. Not intentionally, but whenever she makes physical contact she can see into their mind. Catherine never said anything, but that night while they cuddled in their sleep she watched Terrance work in a memory Catherine was idly revisiting. That spark had been growing into a passionate fire now for several days.

The door finally opened after what felt like an eternity as the tentacle monster looked at her, confused. She had never come late at night before. She whispered, fearful of attracting Star's attention, "Evening, uh, Terrance can I come in?" The tentacle monster's giant Teal eye blinked as it stepped back opening the door.

She rushed in feeling the door shut behind her. A feeling as though there was no turning back now. Terrance could not speak, so he carried a chalkboard. He erased an earlier message and wrote, "Surprise visit?"

Kemo licked her dry lips as her other lips grew wetter, "Yes, it's um...AH!" she stammered. She could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. She took a deep breath and said, "I was having trouble sleeping and thought a massage would help. Since I didn't get one from you before I was wondering...?"

Terrance's eyeball was very expressive showing amusement. His main body of greenish flesh bobbed as he wrote "Sure. I'll pull a table out ." as he turned to a corner of the room. Over there under sheets were a lot of 'love' furniture that Catherine and Terrance would make use of. He grew out additional tentacles, massive ones, to pull back a sheet on a massage table and lift it into the air bringing it around. He set it down near the roaring fireplace as he wrote "Catherine likes my massage outfit? should I wear"

Kemo tried to control her breaths as excitement was building inside her. She could feel her body telling her that she was ready and to take the plunge. She smiled "Yes, if it would make you more comfortable" she said softly as she started to undo the buttons on her coat.

He turned to his wardrobe and pulled out a headband he wore when they had attempted to do a group massage with Catherine and the Hatter. That night had gone sideways in the worst ways. Hopefully not tonight.

She undid the last button before he turned around. She held the coat closed waiting for him to turn around. When he did she shook off the coat and let it fall to the ground. Normally she dressed rather relaxed, not tonight. Tonight she would be bold. As bold as Catherine ever was. She wore a spaghetti strap nightie with a brown and white cow print in silk. The cloth was thin enough that her erect nipples could be seen poking through. The little red bow between her breasts hung above a curtain of billowing cloth on either side of her exposed stomach. The underwear was a small triangle of cloth with lace around the sides. It did not end in a point as the top of her clit and moist lips were exposed to the air. She shivered in anticipation as Terrance's eye got big. She bit her lip and said "So, Catherine has been suggesting that we...mate...so that someday we can all mate together"

Terrance blinked a lot. Kemo's breath froze in her throat fearful of a rejection. Terrance broke into a grin and wrote "OK" as he moved forward slowly.

Jitters got the better of her, "Hang on." He paused his step as she continued, "I'm still a little nervous about this. So we take this slow, OK?" Terrance's body bobbed up and down as he took another step towards her.

A tendril reached out across the room, taking her hand. She could feel his mind as he said, "I can do slow. How do you want it? Do you want me to lead or should you?"

With a coy smile she said, "You lead, show me how you would be tender to me."

Terrance closed the distance, scooping her up. His normal perch was a chandelier that he would hang from when not talking with someone. She could feel his tentacles wrap around her ankles and wrists lifting her up in the air. Catherine had told her that his tentacles could turn into other things as one of them changed to form into human lips. A long tongue went in and out, like a snake testing the air. Terrance pulled the tongue back in and kissed her with these lips. She had been kissed before but this was different. Terrance had such control pushing just the right amount. She could feel air that she could breathe as the tongue touched hers gently. After a while her head was getting light and the lips eased and pulled back slightly.

Two new tentacles came forth with little suckers on them. Another tentacle adjusted her top, exposing her breasts. When the suction tentacles made contact, she could feel them push and pull, stimulating her, making her toes curl and flex. Her breath was coming out in gasps as her body heated up. She could feel herself oozing from both pairs of lips.

Terrance's voice came in her head, "More?"

She arched her back as a tentacle wrapped around her mid section. With a very breathy, "Yes..." she could feel more latch on to her small butt making her moan.

A large, phallic tendril appeared beside her face. A translucent white slime on its tip. The shaft was only 6 or so inches long but at its base was a large bulbous mass of glowing green light. It gently pushed on her cheek. She understood and gave a quick kiss, then a lick, and then a sucking of her own. He tasted clean, like a man's body wash of bourbon and cedar. The phallic tendril adjusted to her mouth filling perfectly gently moving back and forth.

She felt something she had never felt before, a strange sensation from her pussy. Her whole body suddenly convulsed as she could feel a spray coming from her vagina. In her head, "Oh? You squirt too?" He mused.  The tentacle pulled out of her mouth as he let her rest.

She took a moment to get her eyes back into focus "I didn't know I did that" she said with a laugh.

Terrance smiled softly and brought the mouth tentacle back to hers. The kissing felt electric now making her body ache for more. She watched as the phallic tentacle moved down and rubbed against her slick folds. Up and down mixing all of the different fluids together. He gently thrust into her, a gasp catching in her throat, as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her. The feeling of the shaft and the tip inside was amazing. It quickly shaped to match her body as it rhythmically pushed against her. The bulbous mass pressing against her opening, threatening to continue through. He sensed her apprehension and soothingly added, "in the moment, we will cum together. You will see, trust."

She wanted to keep kissing, keep going. She pulled away, moaning "trust, I trust"

The tendril moved quicker, harder. She stopped kissing him as it took everything to breathe and not get lost in the pleasure again. She could feel everything building up. It pushed deeper and deeper. Each time she could feel more and more of him enter. With one strong push she felt all of him enter. The stretch was slightly painful but nothing compared to the ocean of pleasure. She shivered as she could feel a very warm fluid entering into her body. The involuntary spasms as her body lost control were addictive. The lip tentacle came back making gentle sweet kisses as Terrance told her "I am happy I make you happy."

At first her body didn't want to let it go. Then with a pop it pulled out as something ran out of her body. She could hear the wet sound as it hit the floor. Looking down she could see they had made quite the mess of fluids below. He gently lowered her down onto the massage table as the tentacles cuddled her. She could feel a coy smile as Terrance said in her mind "More?"

Her body was tired but curiosity stirred "There's more?" she asked

Terrance chirped with a smile and said "There's always more, I show you after you catch breath" he brought forth the lip tentacle as he added "Kiss and we continue."

She looked at the soft lips back to his teal eye. The night was feeling so full, but she suddenly really did want more. She took hold of the tentacle and brought it to her lips.

She was not sure how he knew, but he seemed to know exactly how to touch her, how to get the most out of every touch. His tendrils reposition themselves down with her as he brought her knees up to her chest. They coiled around them binding them together. Other tendrils moved her arms above her head holding them there. The phallic tendril inserted itself again and slowly rhythmically pushed against her. A new sensation followed, something prodding lower as if tapping on a door. This was something she had never done before. The wet touch felt wonderful on that exit. It became an entrance as something small pressed in. New sensations never felt before as mixture of confusion, surprise, and excitement rose up. There was no pain as the two pistons alternated and then would move at the same time. The opening stretched more and more slowly feeling like it was two fingers wide, then three. Next it felt like a whole phallic tentacle was in each hole. Terrance cooed as he said "yes, they both are in, now, would you like to try something very special?" Kemo's mind raced trying to guess at what it could be. She cried out "YES!" The strangest sensation of something traveling quickly up her whole body, shifting sizes to fit until she felt something familiar coming up her throat. Disbelief washed over her a phallic tentacle popped out of her mouth. It rocked back and forth, her whole body alight with the deep touch as she felt the orgasm build. She didn't notice the bulbous end entering this time, it felt like welcoming an old friend into its home. A power spray of translucent white slime came out of the tentacle in her mouth. Gravity brought it back down all over her face warm and sweet. The other in her pussy deposited another load inside. The tentacle inside her mouth shrank and pulled back making her body shiver as it stopped at the exit. A second blast of slime filled her bottom making her body visibly shake.

She laid there on the table dazed and lost. Her body felt like she had run a marathon. Time had lost all meaning, just existing in this moment. Terrance hugged her gently. He put away his tools and just held her for a long while. 

He tapped her shoulder. Showing her his board, "You need sleep, no bed here, I carry to your room?" She nodded weakly too tired to use her voice. 

Terrance's eye twitched as he looked at her and then at the coat.  On his board, "I cover and carry, OK?" A spike of fear shot through her, but at this point, what did it matter? Terrance scooped her up and then covered her with the coat. His tentacles wrapped around her as he moved to the door. As he reached for the door she tugged at him in her mind with a grin, "Can you do one more, as you carry me to bed?"

After a long walk around the fort, Terrance brought Kemo to her room. He gave her a sweet kiss as he left. He needed to go clean some floors, as towards the end, they had been leaving a white trail behind them as they moved. He also needed to go find her coat, and her nightie. The panties had been used as an improvised hand restraint. She was too tired to use her magic to undo them right now and just slept naked. A voice in her mind asked "What would tomorrow be like." She shrugged, "I'll worry about that then."

Tina was breathing heavily after the last floor. Her boast that she didn't need the team and could solo this abandoned temple was a bit foolhardy. Theoretically there should be a temple room ahead. That should have an escape hatch somewhere leading directly to the surface. Assuming that the map was correct.

She took stock of herself. Her armor had been shredded by the skeleton's blades. This left her wearing just leather trousers with a loose undershirt. The cloak was damaged, with some burning here and a hole there. Her sword had gotten stuck stopping a ceiling trap. Down to just holding her backup dagger as a weapon. Her pack was lacking potions, rope, thieves' tools, and scrolls. All that was in there was gold, a generous portion, but at this point she would rather goods.

Looking around the landing, she could see more of the ancient glowing lights that illuminated the rooms. This one seemed to be a meeting hall or reception with doors off to the left and right. Ahead she could see what looked like the remains of an old elf temple. She paused as she passed graffiti on the wall beside her. Someone had written a message "Good girls get tentacled". She huffed at that. It was strange, as several of the rooms had similar messages. A lot of them included some rather suggestive drawings. Not something she ever gave a lot of thought to as she was too busy studying the blade, or magic, or anything else. Maybe that's why everyone told her she was so cold.

Looking around in the next room for a secret passage, she did find a pressure plate. Hesitant to just spring it, she looked around for a safer way. She found a long pole that she used to trigger it. No trap activated, but a wall panel slid open to reveal a treasure chest. She rolled her eyes at it. Not what she wanted, but still, loot is loot. She took a step towards it and stopped. Was it moving?

She studied it a bit more and decided that it had to be a mimic. The chest was rather small, just a 1x2 with steel reinforcements on it but every once in a while she could see it move. Someone had drawn a little top hat on the top of it. She pulled out her dagger and slowly backed away from it. Maybe with some luck it would not sense her.

She cursed out loud as the top opened and large slimy tentacles came slithering out. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed too late that the door had slammed shut when she triggered the plate. Looking back towards her foe, she paused. It was moving very slowly, tentatively. One tentacle was holding a note. It stopped a few feet before her, placing the note on the ground. Job done, the tentacles moved back into the chest as the lid partially closed.

Checking around the room and not seeing any other dangers, she picked up the note. It read "Hi! I know you've been through a lot but I thank you for releasing me. My master left me here. I think it's been a long while now. I am not a monster, but rather a lover. I'm really good at massage and other pleasures."

She cocked an eyebrow at the chest and said "What is this?" while looking around for some kind of trap she just could not find.

Another tentacle came over with a note leaving it a little further from her. Having to step towards the mimic, she picked up the note "No trick, no trap. The 'guards' and 'invaders', orcs I think, don't like me. Said I'm useless. I would really like to leave here if you could take me?"

Tina bit her lip, "Uh, I don't know about that... What I need is a way up, like an escape hatch."

Another note came out of the chest, again leaving it further from her. This time she was not having it, "Uh-uh no, bring it closer".

The tentacle came back and hesitated at the note. Another note came up from the chest in big bold print "Please no stab" as the first one picked it up and slowly brought it up to her.

She took the note directly from it, this time the tentacle did not leave. On the note "I do know where the exit is, but I will only show you if you promise to take me with you. I need protection from the big ball of fire in the sky."

She shrugged. It was small, mimics were very threatening if they were more than 6 feet large. She put her dagger away and held out her hand to the tentacle "OK truce for now, show me the way out and I'll think about taking you with me." Like a dog's nose, the tentacle got close to her hand and 'sniffed' it a lot. Finally it laid itself in her palm and gently shook her hand. It was quite slimy. Sniffing her hand it smelled of some flower that she knew was an aphrodisiac. She could feel herself warm and tingle from the touch.

Pulling her hand back sharply, she yelled "What did you do, poison?" She reached for her dagger.

The tentacle stayed there as another one brought another note. It handed it to her "Sorry! My master made a lot of adjustments to me to be her pleasure machine. My traditional poisons have been replaced with this oil. It makes people very happy. I thought you would like that. My master liked it a lot and would request I place it inside them."

Whatever it was was potent as she felt hot and itchy. Her nipples felt like they were being shocked with every breath. She could feel her clit rubbing against her underwear. Her asshole was begging for attention. Panting, trying to resist her urges, she called "Do you...haaa... have an antidote?"

This time two tentacles came out, one of them phallic. The other held a note saying "Yes, however it needs to be stimulated. I can place some in your hand and you can place inside"

She was drooling slightly now. The phallic tentacle was looking rather tempting. Images of letting it go into her body were quite appealing. "Haaa....Damn it all....Ooohhh....Fuck....Just squirt it ...mmhhh...if you can." as she cupped her hands together.

The one tentacle dropped the note and wrapped around the phallic one. It coiled around and proceeded to rub the fleshy monster. Quickly it stiffened as the tip got bigger. It moved faster and faster, as more impure thoughts ran through her head on how much she wanted to do that. At last, after several minutes it sprayed a white translucent slime into her hands. It was warm yet cooling. Not thinking, she slurped some of it up finding it to be quite tasty. Mentally kicking herself for just doing that. Relief came quickly as the slime did counter her arousal, mostly. Her nipples had calmed down but now her vulva and asshole were begging for a direct injection.

Able to take a calming breath she said, "Thank you, erm...do you have a name?" As the phallic tentacle shook back and forth no. She looked back to the pool of...cum.  Shuddering she couldn't believe she just did that.  Pangs from her vulva and ass demanded attention.  Dignity no longer having any bearing and her itch needing relief, she practically ripped her pants off. Rubbing the slime directly on her raw holes. It felt like pure bliss like stepping into a salt bath. Idly her fingers pushed the slime in, making the nerves calm down. Her own body however was reacting to the stimulation and just felt good.  She squeaked as the touch was awaking something within her.

She kept going, forgetting what had been going on as it just felt too strong. Her other hand alternated between her nipple and her anus. Hearing her own labored breathing was egging her on. The wet sloppy sounds coming from her fluid filled fingers was making her giggle. A tentacle held up a note trying to get her attention "Um...I think it should be fine now? Are you OK?"

Tina blushed at this remembering that she was fingering herself, not to mention her asshole, in front of a mimic. She froze up and cleaned up as she pulled herself back together. "that...that was ... uh ..." She looked at the chest again. "You could have killed me, why not?" she asked.

The note came to her close, making sure not to touch the tentacle directly. "I feed on, essence, my stores are actually quite low. If you had not come along I may have lasted another decade maybe, but now, I can replenish. Maybe later you could let me. More importantly I can escape with you. Please?"

Tina walked up to the chest saying "OK, a few rules for now. When I hold you all tentacles stay inside, no coming out of the chest. No tricks or I will kill you. "

A note came up but not out of the chest "Deal."

With the mimic direction she was able to unseal the door and then in the next room over was able to open a secret door that led to a ladder. She smiled at the chest as she looked at the ladder. Her pack would just barely hold the chest but she would have to empty it. She put the mimic down "Hey, can you hold the stuff in my pack while I carry you?"

The chest opened wide and a note came up with a "yes". Tina took a moment to look inside. The chest was much bigger on the inside as she could see several tentacles, some phallic, other with a long line of thick bumps on them, and others still that looked like they were for suction. Her imagination was filling her head on what they could be doing. Giving herself a shake she refocused on the moment as they were not safe yet. She dumped her pack into the chest. Once it was all inside she put the mimic inside her pack.

As she climbed up she had two thoughts. One was this was still a trap and at some point it was going to try and kill her. The other thought was all those phallic tentacles and what they could do. She tried to put both thoughts from her mind as she climbed up.

At the top she recognized the room she had started in. The sun had not gone down completely but was nearly gone. Without thinking about it she opened her pack. The last rays of sunlight hit the chest making it smoke and she could hear it whimper. "OH Shit, Sorry!" she quickly closed the pack up. Looking around she found a place away from the light. Opening it slightly she could see the mimic flinch but this time no burn. Gently pulling it out she said, "The sun is almost gone. I'm truly sorry. I'm going to leave you here while I get some wood together for a fire and we can talk a bit about the future OK?"

The chest bounced up and down giving a little motion. She stifled a small laugh as she found it quite cute. She reminded herself that other adventures had kept 'pets' and that they tended to bite the hand that feeds. Something about this one felt different.

Rummaging around she found the remains of some tables and chairs, enough to burn for warmth and light. She brought the wood back to the dark corner where the mimic sat. Getting a fire started she turned to the mimic nearby. Beside it was a rather lengthy note. "New Master, thank you again for bringing me out of the ruin of my former master. I am very sensitive to light and fire so please protect me. I can bring all of the items from your pack to you as necessary, I did find what you called 'ration' and it seems it got bathed in my oils. I did kill a squirrel that you could eat instead" she looked over to see a large dead squirrel beside it as well as a pile of gold and her other gear. Going back to the note "I do not consume flesh. I NEED essence obtained from the ritual of orgasm. This is a lot to ask as I understand that you humanoids are quite private, about it and have a lot of hangup on it. I would need to rub inside your pleasure holes to prep and extract the energy. At most this may tire you but my previous master said the experience was enjoyable and would perform the ritual sometimes twice or more a day."

Looking at the note and then at the two food options she looked back at the chest. It didn't have 'eyes' but she could feel a questioning look. Belly gurgling as she thought about her two options. One disgusting, the other with a known poison...well, oil's effect that would need to be remedied. That remedy would feed the mimic. The thought of doing, that, was well a very complicated mixed bag of emotions.  When was the last time she had had sex?  The memory of touching herself earlier was...hot.  Something whispered to her that the mimic would be even better.  She looked around the room, most adventures would come during the early day and they should be alone for quite some time. Besides if it was all a trap she had enough magic to blast it.  She was still in control.

She placed a hand on the top of the chest opening it up. "Let me eat and then we can feed you" she said, picking up her ration. The travel bread had the scent of the oil on it and smelled, enticing? Just a few nibbles in she could feel the effects kick in.  Ready this time, she rode the high as it prepped her body.  Shedding the remainder of her clothes, she called to the chest she said, "I don't do great with the cold" now panting "can we do this...ahhh...by the...oohhh...fire?"

A tentacle with a note came up "I could pull you inside, as long as I leave the lid open you could be warm and have plenty of air?" it countered with.

She shivered as she looked inside. Going in would put her at its mercy. She had maybe enough energy for a small fireball.  At that point it would just consume her. It was getting harder to think straight as her holes cried out for the relief and action. "Please....I...ungh...Start out here...then maybe...inside?"

Several long tentacles came up and wrapped around her. They felt warm as phallic ones came up prodding her labia. Sliding up and down her slit she could feel their touch making her toes curl. Other tentacles touched the tips of her nipples gently moving them in circles. Panting from the touches as it went about. Other tentacles were actually rubbing her back, relaxing her muscles. Her hips, deciding they wanted something, pushed against the probing tentacle. Fireworks went off in her brain as she could feel it slide back and forth inside her. Falling to her knees she rocked back and forth vigorously. She could feel the tentacle push, hitting the back of her pussy. Her breath came out in spurts as she let herself get lost in its touch.

A piece of paper hit her face as there was another phallic tentacle nearby "You probably should suck this to clear the oil from your mouth". 

Her first reaction was no. She was no whore. Looking at the phallus, however, she licked her lips.  She grabbed the tentacle guiding it to her. The double stimulation now making her shake with pleasure. She could feel the tentacles inside getting slightly larger. She was ready and doubled her efforts moving like a wild animal.

She felt her orgasm match the mimic's as sweet translucent white slime flowed into her in large spurts. She started to fall down as the tentacles caught her. Others got underneath her and made a soft squishy landing. The phallic tentacles pulled back as she swallowed down the slime feeling it counter the oils. She could feel her pussy gaping and oozing the slime.

Another note came up "Thank you for that, I feel much stronger now. I'll get your bedroll ready"

The tentacles were so warm. Looking over to the bedroll and its itchy fibers she looked at the fire. "Do you want more?" she asked tired but aroused.

The tentacle with the note tilted, then came back with a new note "I don't need more"

With a tender hand she touched the tentacle. "You've done me like no other man has ever been able to. You're so kind and ..." she trailed off and then pulled herself up "I want more!" she said in a breathy whisper, "take me inside."

The tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs pulling her towards the chest. Large red flags were flying, warning that this could be the end of her. The tingles were gone but somehow she wanted them again. As the tentacles pulled her inside she looked at the moon and wondered if that would be the last time she would ever see it. A scary thought indeed.

Once inside she was in a room that was maybe 20 feet square. In one corner was a heavy wooden desk covered in parchment. She marveled at this as a tentacle was sitting behind it writing. Another tentacle brought it to her face "So, tell me how you want it?"

A random thought occurred to her "How did you master like it?". The tentacle at the desk got very busy. She found it quite warm inside as the tentacles writhed about. As it scribbled away she looked around seeing two different kinds of fluid sacks, one filled with the oil, the other with the slime. Here and there were a few gold coins covered in the oils and stuck between tentacles. She moved to get up and the tentacles let go allowing her to move about. She looked up to see that she could still see out the hole at the top.

She walked over to the desk and blushed. The tentacle had drawn an elf woman with a series of bumps running in and out of her asshole. It had gone out of its way to show a smaller tentacle pushing past her cervix and deep into her womb. Other tentacles held her up tightly in the air with her head held with an ahegao expression.

"you've got to be kidding me, you're telling me that she did that?" she said as she gave thought to things she had never given thought to. She giggled as her imagination put images to what that might be like.

The tentacle at the desk nodded and pushed aside the paper "The sweetest essence comes from those holes" it wrote.

She touched her clit thoughtfully. Experimentally she ran a finger down touching her hole and rubbed it. She could feel the mimic watching her touch herself as she contemplated this new possibility. "Ahh...never...thought...that" she stopped and said "If I say no, will you stop?"

The tentacle wrote quickly "of course, I'm here to serve you in pleasure."

"Slowly and gently then" she said very nervously.

The oily tendrils came slowly wrapping around her arms and legs lifting her off the ground. One of the oily tendrils came up her back side rubbing a generous amount of oil on her back hole. The familiar intoxicating effects made her swoon. As it did so the tentacles with suckers came up and latched on her breast and butt cheeks pulling them this way and that. She watched mesmerized as she felt the tendril push into her bottom. The bumpy tentacle pressed against her pucker, the thick ridges catching and tugging at her rim before sliding in with a wet pop.  Each knot stretched her wider, sending shivers up her spine. In her mind she could see the progress it made.  The thickest part pushed once, then twice, and then with loud pop made its way in.  She let out a triumphant cry feeling herself cum.

A very small phallus came up to her face, slightly smaller but its purpose was obvious. It traced a line of oil from her cheek down her chest, over her pubic mound and played with her clit for a while. Stroking at her exposed bean, it played her like an instrument. She sang out in moans and wild yells of pleasure. It moved in rubbing the outside of her pussy. It pushed inside, filling up inside her, going cross-eyed as she felt the tip touch her cervix. Slowly but surely it pushed until she felt the pop of entry. She was drooling, making noises of pleasure she had only heard in wild tales. The phallus pushed around inside her.  She could see it lift up her skin. A fist-sized tentacle in her ass joyfully pumping back and forth. The phallus exploring her womb pumped in rhythm with it. Tina could sense her orgasm coming, one that would take her to the brink. Time held no meaning anymore as she just let everything go.  The blast of slime inside capped off an amazing experience. She watched in enthralled rapture as she slowly filled in spurts.  The mimic let her hand move to explore her full womb from the outside.  Her giggles built into a full manic orgasm.  As it pulled out of her the spurts coming out of her felt just as good as it went in.  The pool forming under her was massive. It took several minutes before she read the note in front of her.  It simply said "more?"

Some time must have passed as she came awake shivering. Daylight was rising and something had covered her with a blanket from her pack. She was lying on her bedroll with the blanket.  She could feel her well-used holes ache slightly, having done things she never dreamed of. Flashes of everything they did made her press her legs together in bliss.  She looked over to the chest. It too had been covered by a blanket, more likely to protect itself from the rising sun. A note nearby read "Mistress, I'm glad I pleased you. I couldn't get back into your bag so I borrowed this blanket to protect myself. I would like to stay with you, if you'll have me."

Smiling at the chest, she moved it back to a dark corner away from the light "I want you with me, I have a place to keep you safe and we can play" as she stroked the chest.