Troubles with Tentacles

The path ahead had long since dilapidated, the old road having been flooded, stones sunken into the mud, leaving only narrow paths between the murky water of the swamps. Most travelers would take the longer way around these parts of the swamplands, where all too often, brave tadventurers would set out, never to be seen again. Even the inhabitants of Thuxotor tended to avoid this area. And still, five intrepid travelers were making their way through the steamy clouds of the murky green depths of this wilderness. None of them aware of what lurked beneath the waters...
“Heh, I for one think it is nice to be back in the good old swamplands!” The young lizardman at the front of the procession was looking back at his companions with a toothy grin, particularly at the old wolf priest, who had been grumbling about the humid heat for quite some time now. Randall shot back an angry glare as he swiped away one of the man stinging insects that were flicking through the sweltering air of the swamps.
“It is this good forsaken place where everything is constantly rotting away that causes even the minds of the people to rot!” He huffed, his fur bristling. 
“I shall be glad once we have left these benighted lands behind us. The people at the coast may be errant in their devotion to the Only One, but at least they aren’t cannibals like you people of the swamps!”
Behind him, Nobregas, the young wolf prince, could not help a slightly annoyed sigh escaping his mouth. His ears flicked nervously as he saw Randall stop and stare at him with a reproachful look. He caught it and looked back at the older wolf, determined not to back down this time.
“Randall, I really do not think it will help if we repeat this discussion, if you can even call it that. I am sick of listening to you and Ikshar fight over the same issue over and over.”
Randall huffed, gesturing at the lizardman angrily.
“He is starting it! He is flaunting his wicked ways, his depravity, his…!”
“Maybe, but it is you who lets himself be riled up by even the most trivial of remarks, only to fly into a rage as if you were some rabid dog! You are making this into a fight for any reason you can find and it only ends with us bickering like children when we should learn to work together as a group! If we keep this up, I hardly think we will have any chance of prevailing against the dragon!”
Nobregas felt the fur on the back of his neck bristling as he locked eyes with Randall. Randall was older than him and held high office in the church, but on the other hand, Nobregas was the crown prince, even if he was still rather young and even if things with his father had been a little tense lately…
“Then maybe I should rather talk about you, my prince?!” Randall’s eyes were gleaming angrily, his teeth bared as he was snarling at him, apparently not willing to back down either.
“Do not think I have not noticed how you are fraternizing with those two godless heathens! I have seen you, seen you and those lizardmen rut like beasts! Do you think I don’t realize it when you sneak off to fornicate together! I saw you, my prince, bend over like a common whore, between those two!” He gestured at Ikshar and Gruk, the other lizardman in their party, who just grinned back at him, shrugging his shoulders with a wicked smirk on his face.
Nobregas felt heat rising to his face, his chaps quivering as he took a breath, trying not to let his ears fold down as he faced Randall’s glare.
And thus he did not notice the slight movement in the water close to where Ikshar was standing, nor did any of the others, all too busy watching the argument to notice the barely audible sloshing sound of something moving towards them...
“Ah, should have known the old perv would go and peep, guess we gave him quite a show the other night, wolfboy.” Ikshar’s retort did not even betray an iota of shame, instead he seemed rather pleased, which did not at all help the wolf prince’s embarrassment.
“Just admit it, gramps, you’re jealous that you didn’t get to suck on my cock yourself. Hehe, you just need to open your mouth like you’re doing right now and I’ll make sure to give you such a mouthful that you’re eyes will come popping out of your head. More than they’re doing already...” Randal face was indeed a wide eyed mask of sheer disbelief and indignation, his jaws almost seeming to drop to the floor as he was staring at Ikshar, seemingly unable to fathom the pure audacity of the necromancer.  He was gasping for breath, his face contorting into an angry grimace.
“You, you damn, insolent, you!” He snarled angrily, is mouth moving in a silent tirade of curses a man of the cloth would never dare to voice.
“If, if the prince wanted to lie with Wolfger, that would be one thing! As much as his ways may deviate from the holy teachings, he at least is a venerated hero of our kingdom, a champion to the faithful! But letting that, that vile death walker’s seed defile the body of royalty, even if blessed be the One no vile spawn shall ever stem from this benighted act of sin…!”
A large, looming figure stepped up from behind Randall, laying one paw on his shoulder and cutting of his angry rant.
“Enough, father Randall, you should listen to your prince.” 
Wolfger’s deep voice made everyone else stop in their tracks. The huge hybrid warrior did not need to shout to command respect and even Ikshar closed his mouth, swallowing down the stinging rebuke he had just been prepared to fling at the priest.
“We are in dangerous territory here and this is indeed no time to be quarreling. I need to have my ears open for any signs of danger, so no more shouting at each other. If you would rather have me bed your prince though, well, I do think that is something we can see to...” The muscular wolf-tiger grinned at Nobregas, making the young wolf feel a shiver of heat run down his spine.
Wolfger’s body, practically fully on display with what little armor he wore, was swelling with muscle and the exotic seeming strips of darker gray were not the only thing that had intrigued the prince from the moment he had first laid eyes on him. Thus, having the hero’s gaze locked on him, just like that, was rather…
“Oh, I think we can find some fun positions for four people instead of just three easily...”
Ikshar cut in, showing Randall a grin that was wicked enough to drag a whole congregation into sin.
“Of course we can always go up to five, if you ever want to man up and admit what seeing this sexy bod does to you...” He flexed his muscular form suggestively, reaching for his cock, which, as always, dangled freely and openly between his legs. Ikshar already sported a rather respectable length when flaccid, so just a few strokes were enough to give him ample to toy with, as he pushed back the foreskin with a lewd, slick sound, making the swelling head of his cock point at Randall like an obscene invitation.
“You...” The priest snarled, staring at Ikshar angrily, trying his best to look at the necromancer’s face and not at his shamelessly stiffening shaft.
Neither he nor any of the others noticed the tentacles, that just this moment began to snake up from the murky swamp water, no one noticed the hardly perceptible sounds, just as no one had paid attention before…
“Ikshar, what I said goes for you, too! I agreed to make peace and work with a death walker like you, especially after you brought me back to life for this quest, but that does not mean I will put up with this childish attitude.”
Wolfger was glaring at him, his ears flicking slightly, as his subconscious, his honed danger sense was picking up on the impending signs of danger.
Ikshar on the other hand was only all too oblivious, his attention solely focused on the towering, hunky hybrid, his muzzle twitching, unwilling to back down to the challenge.
“Oh, so what, gonna try disciplining me with that big rod of yours? Think that scares me?” He stroked his own cock, eager to get it to full hardness, showing off how big he was.
“Maybe you should try, then I can show you what I can do and you will bend over and take this big boy like a good little pussy wolf!”
He felt a surge of triumph as he saw Wolfger tense and more so at the expression of shock on Randall’s face. Did it take them that long to remember what he was capable of?
“Ikshar, damn you, you’re…!”
“Oh, I’m what now?!” He snorted, grinning at the priest, at the hybrid hero. He felt so pleased with their reaction that he barely paid attention to the tug of something having caught around his left foot, just twitching and jerking his leg distractedly, trying to shake off the vine or root he apparently must have gotten tangled up in.
“I’m gonna rape your hero and show you who is the most powerful here, that is what!” 
He barely paid attention to the startled sound coming from Nobregas, whose form was half obscured by Randall and Wolfger, he was way too busy to gloat at the priest, who was gesturing and staring at him.
“You damn fool, stop your vile...” But Randall’s voice was cut off when Wolfger finally shouted out.
“Shut up you two, we are under attack, now!” 
Ikshar was just about to reflexively quip back, just as he felt something grabbing his arm. Not only that, the “vine” he had thought he would just shake off seemed to have crept up his leg, now clinging way too tightly around it! One swift glance downwards showed him that the “vine” was joined by a third already, by another reddish brown tentacles that rapidly wound around him!
And Ikshar, now letting out a startled gasp, was not the only one, both Gruk and Nobregas had been caught, while Wolfger had already severed several with a quick sword strike, managing to protect himself and Randall from the initial assault.
“That is why I told you to quit making such a ruckus with all your bickering!” The hybrid hero snarled, dodging back as he saw a big, toothy maw rising from the swamp, round and protruding from a yet unseen body. The muddy waters were letting out bubbles of gas making wet, glurping sounds as the monstrous masses of tentacles and maws burst from their surface. Wolfger’s sword only managed a slight cut through the thick walls of the tooth ringed maw, but it was enough to make the create screech out and jerk back, its tentacles whipping at the warrior, only to have another one severed by the whirling blade.
“Randall, go help Ikshar, I will save the prince!”
Wolfger spared one look at the necromancer who was trying to focus on a spell, his staff still clutched in his hand, before he ran to where Nobregas and Gruk were struggling in the grip of the tentacles, just as more of the giant, toothy maws had emerged from the swamp, yawning wide, ready to accept their squirming prey.
“Ah, d, damn!”, Ikshar shouted as he felt one of the tentacles tentacle brush over his cock. It was not easy to cast spells while distracted and alas, he had done everything to get himself in the most distractable position!
One tentacle was now winding tight around his muscular abdomen, cutting off his breath, just as he tried to concentrate. The magic that had gathered around his staff fizzed off with a crackle of purple sparks, making Ikshar drop it with a pained yelp.
Randall had drawn his mace, but he was still busy whacking away attacking tentacles, only able to watch and listen as Ikshar was letting out a rather undignified yelp. The tentacles slung around him, grabbing him and dragging him right towards a waiting, toothy maw.
The necromancer stared at the yawning, hungry abyss now opening up in front of him. His heart skipped a beat as the realization hit him that he was maybe only moments away from being swallowed by this swamp monster. And it might just drag him down, sated with its prey, already deep beneath the waters of the swamp and busy digesting him before his comrades would even have a chance to save him…
“D, damn all gods and devils, I am not gonna end up monster fodder just yet!” He jerked and bucked with all his might, trying to break free from the grip of the tentacles.
And for one short moment, he thought he actually had succeeded, feeling the grip slackening a bit around his legs. Yes, he would get out, he would…
A slick, lewd sound made him gasp as something slimy and warm wrapped around his legs.
He looked into the open maw and now saw a slick, red tongue protruding from it, a tongue that had wound around his lower body brushing slick and sticky against his heavy balls.
“Oh shit!” He tried to struggle, but if anything, he was even more tightly wrapped up than before. The only good thing was that the beast apparently had decided its tongue was enough to deal with its prey, starting to let go of him with its tentacles, maybe already trying to capture its next meal. The slick tongue crept up on him like a groping hand, wrapping one coil around his hips, around the base of his still stiff cock, pulling him down in one fluid motion.
Ikshar just barely managed to hold on to the rim of its cylindrical maw, a thick, bulging lip just outside the ring of triangular teeth.
The muscles in his arms were already straining under the relentless pull of the tongue, the creature making weird, guttural sounds as it tried to drag him in with a series of quick jerks.
And alas, it did not at all help that Ikshar’s cock and balls were being relentlessly squeezed by the slimy tongue. His already hard shaft was throbbing with painful demand and Ikshar was having trouble to keep holding on, close as he already was to one messy and likely final orgasm...
“Hnnnh, haaah, no, no, no...”
He was sweating like mad, his muscles burning under the relentless strain, his mind flooded with the panicked realization that he was nearing his limit. What the heck were the others doing, he was only seconds away from, from…
“Aaah, damn, ooooh, you, grrrrghh, haaah!” Ikshar could not take any more of it. The tongue was squeezing him with almost painful pressure around his throbbing cock, his full balls, the slick grip making his body jerk helplessly, until he was spraying all of his salty juice over his heaving chest and abdomen.
Great, now he would at least go down well seasoned!
His arms where shaking like mad, his face contorted in the effort to hold on with any strength he had left...
A second spurt of hot cum sealed the deal on his hopeless efforts. Ikshar cried out, his arms flailing in the air as he felt the tongue pulling him down, right into the waiting maw...
“Damn, Ikshar!” Something, someone, suddenly grabbed him by the arms, making the lizardman’s cry turn into a startled yelp. Oh, god, damn, that hurt!
“Argh, aaaauh!” He threw his head back, suddenly looking at Randall’s face, upside down, the yellow eyes wide with terror. The monster let out a gurgling sound, sounding almost startled as it tried to convulse around its prey, seemingly not yet having realized that it had been stopped mid swallow.
“R, Randall, you, you are a bit late...” He panted, trying as best as he could to push his clawed feet against the walls of the monster’s maw and stop his descend, hard as it was with the tongue slung around them.
“Well, pardon me, but if you had not been so busy flaunting your cock, you wouldn’t even be in this  position to start with!” The wolf growled, his muscles straining as he pulled with all his might.
“...so quit complaining!”
But despite Randall’s best efforts, Ikshar was dragged ever deeper, his neck just about to pass through the hungry gate of the swampmonster’s mouth. His strength was being sapped and he saw how Randall, too, was dragged closer and closer to the hungry maw, already pushing himself off the toothed rim with his own feet. For an old guy, Ikshar had to admit, Randall was pretty buff, but…
“D, do something, I am almost all swallowed up!” He shouted, eyes wide as he felt the slick tongue creeping up his body even further.
“Randall!” The wolf’s face showed pure grim determination, even as he was dragged closer and closer to the waiting ring of teeth himself.
“I said, quit complaining!” A sudden slurping motion dragged Ikshar all the way into the dark abyss, Randall’s body, now pretty much hanging over the maw obstructing his last glimpse of the outside world. He thrashed in panic, feeling the tongue rubbing over his cock, his still proud and stiff cock! Damn, this was so embarrassing! But what should he do, the slick slime covering the organ made his skin tingle as if he was being electrified. And thus, his body reacted obediently, his throbbing cock pulsing, slick with the mixture of monster saliva and lizard man cum.
“God, nooo, please!” He cried out. “Randall!”
But the wolf did not answer. Instead, a sudden violent shudder went through the whole body of the monster. Ikshar at first could not believe it, but, the tongue went slack. And the thing, the damn tentacled beast shrieked out lout!
“Hnnnh, grrrmpf!” Randall’s muffled voice was barely audible between the violent shrieks. Ikshar was trying desperately to kick off the monster’s sticky tongue, using this chance to escape his certain doom. He was tossed around violently, but Randall was still holding on to him, preventing him from sliding down to the monster’s waiting stomach.
And then, with a sudden jerking motion, both of them were spat out, landing back on the mostly solid ground with a loud uff.
Ikshar hardly could believe it, he had already been certain that he would spend the rest of his existence as swamp fertilizer, after the beast would have finished with him!
But here he was lying on top of Randall, both of them gasping for breath, covered in a mix of slimy swamp water, monster saliva and Ikshar’s cum.
...and Ikshar could feel that his massive boner was rubbing against a matching arousal poking up at him from beneath Randall’s trousers…
The old wolf glared at him, his muzzle smeared with a greenish goo which he turned his head to the side to spit out with disgust.
“Bleh, that swamp monster tastes worse than you smell, necromancer...”
Ikshar blinked, for once stumped for a snappy retort. He could hear shouting and saw the shadow of a huge figure leaping over them, followed by the thwack of cold steel hitting the tough, rubbery flesh of the monster. But for the moment, he was still unable to do anything but stare at the wolf’s sullied muzzle.
“Umh, erh, Randall, how did...” The priest just huffed, cutting him off mid stammer.
“I bit the damn thing of course!” He spit out one more time, still looking disgusted.
“Damn thing was awfully tough, but, well, I guess it was worth it hearing you cry out for our lord in your greatest peril.” He was giving Ikshar a triumphant look.
“I, I did not!” The necromancer protested, only to be tossed off by the old priest, landing next to him on his back as the old wolf was getting up.
“Oh, you did. You cried out ‘God, no please!’” Randall was doing a rather insulting imitation of Ikshar’s screams, making the necromancer glare at him from where he was still lying in the dirt.
“That, that does not count!” He was still shaking, having a bit of trouble pulling himself up.
“Oh, it does, it does...” Randal was still grinning, offering him a hand, which the necromancer begrudgingly took.
The battle around them was still in full force. Wolfger having taken the chance to jump on top of the monster that had almost swallowed Ikshar, driving his great sword deep into its body and making a quick leap back to dry ground as it sank beneath the water with a pained screech.
Nobregas and Gruk were fighting back to back, hacking away at the tentacles lunging at them. But there were still more to come, the monsters unwilling to back down and let their prey esacpe.
Randall had picked up his Mace already while Ikshar reached out his hand, his staff jumping right into it with a rain of crackling sparks.
“Time for payback!”
Feeling his old confidence returning, he mutter a series of quick incantations, gathering a crackling bolt of bale fire around his staff which he launched at one of the creatures, burning a smoldering hole into its hide.
The angry screeches sounded loud through the swamps, just as Randall batted away another attacking tentacle.
Now that they all were fighting, the tide of battle started to turn quickly. Nobregas rammed the blade of his short sword right into a bulging vein that formed into a thick knot near the base of one monster’s tentacle arms, causing the abomination to screech in pain, convulsing violently as thick, greenish blood gushed from the wound. Gruk followed suit, felling a second monster until both lay twitching and dying in the shallows of the swamp, slowly starting to slide back as the mud dragged them down into its rotting embrace…
Ikshar was panting, still feeling drained from his ordeal, making it hard for him to draw on his magic. Nevertheless, he was determined to show no weakness, only stopping his volley of crackling death bolts once every last one of the monsters had either fallen under their attacks or fled back into the dark, muddy waters.
“I, I think that was all of them…” Nobregas’ voice was shaking, leaning against Wolfger, who tousled his short hair with a smile on his face.
“Yeah, you did rather well, young one...” The wolf just chuckled rather sheepishly in response, as Wolfger’s gaze turned to Randall.
“And I guess for a man of your age, you were quite the surprise as well, father Randall.” 
Wolfger was looking at the old priest with respect in his eyes, before finally resting his gaze on Ikshar.
“And I hope both of you will have learned your lesson. Promise me that you’ll cut back on the quarreling while we are in dangerous territory. I don’t want to start making a habit out of losing people on the trail, understood?”
Ikshar looked over at Randall out of the corner of his eyes. While the old priest had apparently tried to conceal the fact, he was still definitely sporting a boner, well, as was Ikshar himself…
“Yeah, kay...” He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come next.
“And Randall...” The wolf turned around to glare at him suspiciously, apparently already preparing for another barb.
“Thanks...” Ikshar forced it out, feeling a bit of heat rising to his cheeks.
“...for saving me…” 
The expression on the wolf’s face seemed to soften a bit, even though Randall made a self-important huff in return.
“Well, you were paid part of your fee in advance, so I could hardly let the assets of the church, the kingdom go to waste...”
He cleared his throat, giving Ikshar a long look.
“You will have enough time to go get yourself killed and be sent to roast in the pits of hell after we are done with this benighted dragon! So don’t go dying on us yet!”
Gruk was walking over to give Randall a playful, comradely slap on his back.
“Heh, yeah, that is a good one, Ikshar nice and well done, bet he’d look good on a spit, being roasted by some demons down there!” Even Nobregas had to cough and cover his mouth to hide his chuckle, while Ikshar himself just gave a fierce grin.
“If that ever happens, I damn sure will see your butt roasting next to mine!”
Randall just shook his head, looking at the others now all breaking out into laughter.
“Well, if we are all done here, let’s make sure we get out of this place, before another bunch of those things comes for us.” He looked ahead, his eyes following the badly maintained trail that would eventually lead them to the coast of the Mare Udus.
“Fine with me, I think I had enough of this place for a good while!” Ikshar grinned, following right behind the priest.
“Oh, and Randall...” The old wolf looked back at him, staring right into the lizardman’s grinning face.
“As a little thank you, I’ll make sure that you get to enjoy an extra nice show tonight!”
He was stepping back with a giggle as Randall glared at him. 
For a moment, the wolf priest seemed ready to pick up another fight or even lunge at the lizardman, but instead, he just returned his gaze to the road, muttering to himself.
“Lizards…”
But Ikshar was pretty sure he had seen the hardly visible bulge in Randall’s trousers swell a little bit at what he had said...