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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Descendants_(Disney_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Mal/Uma_(Disney)
  Character:
      Mal_(Disney), Uma_(Disney)
  Additional Tags:
      Tentacles, Breathplay, Biting, Bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-24 Words: 1498
****** Revenge Ever After ******
by StormyDaze
Summary
     Uma's done playing around. It's time for her to have her revenge.
Notes
     This was supposed to be a Chocolate Box treat, but real life
     prevented me from finishing it on time. Anyway, hope it was worth the
     wait! Love you, dearest. <3
Mal's head throbs. She opens her eyes, blinking a few times until everything
comes into focus. She doesn't recognize her surroundings. She seems to be in a
cave of some kind, dark walls all around her, the only light coming from
glowing crystals embedded in them. In front of her is a large pool of water,
black as ink. Underneath her is rough sand, mostly sharp shell fragments that
dig into her bare skin.
That's the other thing. She's completely naked, and there's no sign of her
clothes anywhere. She pulls her knees up to her chest for a bit of cover. She's
not shy about nudity, usually; modesty isn’t a virtue for kids on the Isle. But
in a strange place with no idea how she got here and no idea who took her
clothes, she can't help but feel a little vulnerable.
She's just about gotten herself together enough to start searching for exits
when bubbles begin to rise from the depths of the pool. Just a few at first,
and then more and more, until the water is churning violently. Mal scoots
backwards in the sand, away from the water's edge.
Uma's head breaks through the surface of the pool. She tosses it back, braids
whipping through the air and settling neatly behind her. She opens her eyes and
smirks at Mal.
"Looks like Sleeping Beauty's awake," Uma says. "And I didn't even have to kiss
you." She swims toward the shore, tentacles breaking the surface every now and
again.
"What the hell!" Mal shouts, going from confused to furious in a split second.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Uma laughs. "I told you this wasn't the end of the story," she says, like that
makes any sense. "Did you think I’d just give up after you humiliated me
again?"  Anger flashes in her eyes for a second before disappearing, replaced
by that cool smirk.
"Whatever you're planning, you'll regret it," Mal says, voice only shaking a
little. It starts to dawn on her that things are very, very wrong. On the Isle,
and even in Auradon, they were fighting on familiar ground. Mal suspects the
rules have changed now. "Ben will never give you another chance after something
like this. He’ll throw you in the darkest dungeon he can find.”
"Oh, I don't want Ben's second chances," Uma says. "I want revenge. I want
you."
Whatever Mal is planning on saying to that vanishes from her mind as Uma rises
up onto the beach. Shrimpy's grown up a lot since Mal knew her on the Isle, and
she’s no longer hiding under pirate garb. She's wearing nothing but her
mother's necklace dangling between her breasts, and her abdomen is thick with
muscle. Farther down, her smooth brown skin blends seamlessly into the blue of
her tentacles. She catches Mal staring and raises her eyebrows.
"See something you like?" she asks.
"Hardly," Mal scoffs, but a tremble in her voice betrays her.
"Shame," Uma says, pretending to be concerned. "Maybe you’d enjoy this more if
you did."
Without warning, a tentacle shoots out and curls tightly around Mal's ankle.
Mal jerks backwards, but her foot stays stuck fast, and now she’s straightened
her legs and lost the shield of her knees. Another tentacle wraps around her
other foot and pulls them apart, spreading her legs and putting her pussy on
display. Uma hauls herself out of the water, paying no mind to Mal's flailing.
More tentacles wrap around Mal's body, tying her hands together and pinning
them above her head, caressing her torso, sliding over her thighs. Uma pauses,
watching Mal squirm on the coarse sand. She leans forward, trailing her fingers
up Mal's ribcage and swirling them across Mal's breasts.
Mal freezes, except for a shiver that runs up her spine. “No,” she breaths.
Uma lowers her mouth to Mal's chest and takes one of Mal's nipples between her
lips, her tongue swirling just as dextrously as one of her tentacles. Mal can't
entirely suppress a gasp.
"Don't," Mal says, her voice weaker than she'd like. "Uma, please, stop- "
Uma's tongue doesn’t falter, but another tentacle shoots up and wraps itself
around Mal's throat. Mal begins to thrash, struggling for breath, but the thick
tentacle might as well be an iron chain.
At the same time, the tentacles on her thighs begin to explore inward, teasing
around the outside of her folds. Uma moves her mouth to the other nipple,
scraping it just a little too hard with her teeth. The sensation strikes Mal
straight to her core, not really painful or pleasurable but  intense.  Mal
bucks, spots dancing in front of her eyes.
Just before she blacks out, the tentacle around her throat relaxes just the
tiniest bit, allowing her a gasp of air. Her head spins, and then the tentacle
tightens again. Mal can’t focus on anything outside her body, on anything but
the burning in her lungs and the wet tentacles sliding between her legs and
Uma’s mouth as she worries one sensitive nipple between her teeth.
The tentacles between her legs have found her clit, and now it's not just
discomfort that's making Mal thrash. A tendril of heat curls in her belly,
throbbing in time with the rhythmic massaging of the tentacles on her clit. The
tentacle around her neck loosens again, and a moan escapes before she sucks in
air.
At this, Uma looks up. Her lips are pink and turned up in a grin that makes
Mal's stomach swoop, though from fear or something else is to be determined.
"I knew you'd enjoy this," Uma says, "Does Ben know what you got up to on the
Isle? Or does he think you're still as pure as an Auradon dove?"
Mal doesn't want to think about Ben. Her face flushes with shame at the thought
of him seeing her like this. The tip of a tentacle curls around her clit and
gives it a vicious tweak, and she yelps even as a shock of heat rolls through
her.
Uma begins licking her way up Mal's neck. A tentacle flicks Mal's clit, while
another presses into her pussy. Mal gasps and lets out another moan. The
tentacle slides in quickly, the tip curling around itself to make room for the
thicker base. Mal’s never had anything so big inside her. It fills her, the
cool slime soothing the burning as it stretches her to her limit. And then it
begins to twist, writhing inside her, sliding out a little only to thrust back
in, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her core.
Meanwhile, the tentacle now draped loosely over her throat crawls up her chin
and slips between her parted lips. Mal automatically begins to suck on it as it
explores her mouth, sliding over her tongue, and is rewarded by a small gasp
from Uma, who otherwise doesn’t falter in her ministrations.
Uma speeds up. The tentacle in Mal's pussy pistons in and out, while another
twists and pinches her clit. The tentacle in her mouth plunges down her throat
and Mal gags ineffectively. It retreats a little and then shoves back in,
fucking her mouth with the same rhythm as its mate fucks her pussy. Mal manages
to draw shallow breath through her nose, but only just. Uma's licks become
nibbles, which become bites, sharp stabs of pain that cut through the heat and
ache and pleasure cascading over Mal from head to toe.
It's too much. Mal can't think, the sensations in her pussy and throat and clit
and neck are drowning her in wave after wave of pain and ecstasy as blackness
eats at her vision.
Uma bites down hard, probably enough to draw blood, and Mal explodes, orgasm
rocking her body. She clenches hard around the tentacle in her pussy, sinking
her teeth into the rubbery tentacle in her mouth. It withdraws, letting her
gasp oxygen as the aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her. Her head feels
like it’s floating far above her body, detached from the millions of nerves
firing in her core. Her eyes roll back in her head.
When she comes back to herself, Uma is withdrawing, tentacles relaxing and
retracting. She slinks back into the water, watching Mal catch her breath.
Mal knows she’s a wreck. Her pussy is dripping, drool dribbles from the corner
of her mouth, and she has sand in her hair and every crevice of her body. She
pushes herself up into a sitting position and sees red marks on her arms and
legs from the tentacle restraints, and she has tiny bruises all over her chest.
She looks thoroughly debauched.
"If only Ben could see his girl now," Uma taunts. "But as much fun as that
would be, I don't think I'm quite ready to give you up just yet. It's okay
though, we have all the time in the world." She laughs and sinks back into the
pool, disappearing from sight.
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