Rose/Tentacles 2

The air was cool and misty, a purplish haze rolling outward in all directions. Rose's small, pink nipples stuck out in the cold. She hugged her naked body. There wasn't much point in bringing clothes here, they just got in the way. Well, save for her headband. They would be here shortly in any case.

 

No sooner than the thought crossed her mind did the soft sound of wet slithering come into earshot, drawing steadily nearer. From the impenetrable fog, soon one violet, writhing tentacle emerged. Then another, and another. Gradually, the thick mists were replaced by a mass of thick, undulating tendrils, surrounding Rose entirely, flailing and lashing in anticipation. She stood quietly, her breath shallow, awaiting their next move. A select few moved towards her, gently wrapping their slimy flesh around her naked legs, her arms and her torso. They felt clammy and cold on her body, tickling slightly as they squirmed around, slowly coating her with a thin veneer of a wet secretion which made her smooth, pale skin slick and shiny. They slid up and down her legs, wettening her firm calves and thighs, and ran along the outlines of her pelvis. As the tentacles slid past the outer lips of her vagina Rose gasped ever so slightly, feeling her heart beat faster. They moved on to her cute ass, pushing her small, tight, well-formed cheeks up and down, together and apart as the tentacles made them slippery and glistening. When they were done they gave it a light slap for good measure. "Hey!". Rose exclaimed as her ass jiggled and quivered for a split second. Meanwhile the tentacles around her torso were at work covering her stomach and back. Slowly, they made their way up her slender, girlish figure, tracing her hips and sliding inward as she thinned at the waist. As they approached her chest, Rose raised her arms above her head so they could reach her sides and armpits, cringing a little with a crooked smile when they tickled her. From there, they wrapped around her sides and began to fondle her small, budding breasts. The tentacles curled around them, pushing them up and around, squeezing them and teasing her nipples. Rose bit her lip at the sensation, it was hard to contain her arousal.

 

Finally, their work was complete and the tentacles retreated for a moment. Rose had been completely coated in a slick, wet substance and her skin glistened faintly in the dim light. She watched herself run her hands down around her breasts, across her stomach and between her thighs, before sliding them around and back up over her ass and hips. Slippery as soap. As she got down on her knees, she brought one finger to her mouth and slipped it between her plump, full lips. The dark gods had seen enough. The tendrils closed in on her again.

 

A single tentacle approached Rose's head and hovered in front of her face. Its outer skin tightened and slid back on itself, revealing a sensitive phallic head with a thin vertical slit right at the tip, oozing a clear, viscous fluid. Rose's lips curled into a smile. Taking one hand she grabbed it by the shaft, bringing it right in front of her mouth, before darting out her tongue and giving the head a sharp lick. The tentacock quivered violently in her hand. Rose brought it nearer, pressing it against her soft, sweet lips, wettening them with her tongue. In one swift motion, she pushed it between her lips, parting them to take its full girth, sliding it over her teeth and onto her tongue. With the skill of an adept she caressed every surface of the cock with her tongue, lapping at the slit on the tip, sliding around the gentle curves of the head and poking around where it met the shaft. All the while she sucked softly and slowly moved it against her mouth and lips by bobbing her head along its length. The tentacle was going crazy. It twitched and spasmed inside her mouth. Rose could sense it was close. She sped up as ancipation grew and with one violent tremor the tentacock climaxed. Hot, sticky cum shot from its tip and hit the back and roof of Rose's mouth, dripping down and pooling onto her tongue. Rose closed her eyes as a feeling of release washed over her. As the cock continued to shoot and dribble its thick load into her eager mouth she slowly pulled it out. As it left the inviting warmth of her tongue a long string of cum still on its head stretched out and hung suspended in the air, the other end stuck to Rose's lip. Reaching out with her fingers and plucking the end of the trail from the tip of the tentacle phallus, she raised it high above her head and slowly lowered the sticky cum onto her tongue and into her mouth. Opening wide, she swirled the warm, pearly white fluid around on her tongue, savouring the salty sweetness, before finally closing her mouth and swallowing it down in one gulp. Sexual excitement pulsed through her as she felt it trickle down her throat and settle in her stomach. She exhaled sharply with a satisfied sigh, sticking out her tongue once again, ready for more.

 

Rose waited patiently, hands resting on her thighs, the taste of cum still fresh in her mind. She didn't wait long. Without hesitation three more purple tentacle dicks darted out from the writhing mass that surrounded her, coming to a stop in front of her face and hovering expectantly. Immediately, Rose took one in each hand, before turning to face the center tentacle and opening her mouth wide in open invitation. It was happy to accept, quickly making itself comfortable between her lips. With all three accounted for, Rose began to suck, stroke and lick every square inch of her phallic charges. Periodically she'd switch around, taking another in her mouth to enjoy the full benefit of her soft lips and expert tongue. It wasn't long at all before they were all twitching as violently as the first. Pulling themselves free from her grip, the cocks honed in and hovered in front of her mouth. Rose got the message, tilted her head back and opened her mouth as wide as she could. The tentacle dicks circled around and took aim. All at once, they unleashed their thick loads directly into her waiting mouth, pumping shot after shot of warm semen into a quickly filling pool. In a few short seconds her entire mouth was brimming with the cloudy white liquid. Rose swished her tongue around in the veritable ocean of cum, causing it to lap and dribble over the edges of her mouth, running down her chin and cheeks. With great effort, she swallowed down the thick stuff, one gulp at a time. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. It took a good four swallows to get down the entire mouthful. When she was finally done she had to stop and catch her breath. The warmth filled her stomach as she licked up what little clung to the edges of her lips. Looking back up, the same tentacles still hung in front of her. They hadn't stopped twitching. There was more yet to come. Rose closed her eyes as they drew in closer. Instantly, long, thick ropes of cum sprayed powerfully from the oozing tips of the hovering dicks, covering Rose's gentle face in dripping patterns of sticky white lines. Across her cheeks and nose, over her lips and forehead, around her deep, violet eyes. It fell on her soft, blonde hair, sticking itself in the light golden strands. She had closed her mouth for the reception but her nose was no longer enough to maintain her breathing. Strings of jizz covering her lips stretched and fell into her mouth as she opened it. Drips ran down the sides of her face, collecting on her jawline and dripping from her chin, onto her chest. Rose managed to open her eyes, panting.

 

The smell of the hot cum covering her face was overwhelming. Intoxicating. Rose felt drunk with raw, sexual energy. Her body ached with the need for gratification. She slid one hand down between her legs. She was sopping wet. As she slipped a pair of fingers inside herself the powerful sensation made her double over and sent her falling forward onto the floor. Resting on the side of her face she attacked her vagina with her hand, using the other to cup and massage her breast. She moaned longingly. "More..." she whimpered. The dark gods obliged. A slick phallic tendril approached the oozing lips between her legs. As soon as she felt it lick at her with a quick flick, she withdrew her fingers and propped herself up on all fours. Strings of cum from the side of her face clung to the floor and left hanging trails as she lifted herself off the ground. Between the slick round curves of her smooth, white ass cheeks, the inviting folds of Rose's little hairless pussy dripped wetness, swaying gently from side to side as she rocked her hips enticingly. The cock inched forward, pressing its soft tip against the entrance to Rose's vagina, making itself wet with her juices. Her breath grew tighter and tighter at it pressed itself inward harder and harder, until her lips finally parted and the tentacle entered the tight, warm confines of her pussy.

 

Rose gasped, almost a squeal, with the sudden burst of pleasure and having finally filled her aching void. Deeper and deeper it squirmed, navigating her soft, pink flesh as it massaged and rubbed and squeezed every bump and vein of the throbbing dick. Rose's jaw hung loose, her tongue dangling limply as the passion consumed her. Every movement of the hard, pulsing cock twisting, turning and pumping its way through her pussy sent rocking waves of ecstasy coursing through her muscles. When it reached the end of her vagina and pressed its head hard against her cervix, her eyes rolled back up in her head. She'd never felt so utterly and perfectly filled. The cock started to pull outward. Rose felt a rushing sense of panic as her pussy emptied. She didn't want it to leave, though she knew full well what was to come. Before it had reached her outer lips, it stopped, paused and thrusted back in with furious vigor, compressing every intense thrill of its entry into a fraction of a second and ramming itself hard against the entrance to her womb. Rose cried out in unbridled euphoria. At last, this is what she had been waiting for. Rose surrendered to her primal, base desires as the tentacle settled into a steady, powerful rhythm, pumping in and out of her, expanding and contracting her vaginal walls with every thrust, pounding against her cervix, again and again and again and again, her pussy brimming with her sexual fluids. Instinct alone made her hips and thighs rock to squeeze and massage the throbbing beast inside her, having lost her mind to the mounting, overwhelming pleasure. It felt so good she couldn't think. As the great cock twitched more and more violently, its rhythm reached a crescendo, assaulting her pussy with such ferocity she was brought to the brink of orgasm in mere moments.

 

In a singular, glorious climax, the tentacle cock erupted, coating Rose's insides with hot, thick sperm, pouring into her womb and filling her up. Simultaneously, Rose came with an insane, demonic force, throwing wicked shockwaves of ecstasy throughout her shuddering body. Muscles buckled. Toes curled. Lungs ached under the strain of enraptured screams. As Rose lay prostrate on the ground, panting for air, beads of sweat dripping from every square inch of skin, the spent cock slowly withdrew itself from her raw, sensitive, aching, still throbbing pussy. She gasped inaudibly as it made the final pull, slipping itself out from between her lips, bringing with it a long string of cum which dangled elegantly between it and her vagina. The thick semen slowly seeped out from inside her, running out over her outer pussy lips, dripping onto the floor. She whined softly as she felt the warmth leave her. Before she could repiece her shattered mind, the tentacle cock had made its way around to where she rest her head as she tried to regain her breath. With a quiet, wet squirting noise, it sprayed out once more, covering Rose's already cum-coated face in a fresh layer of hot, erotic-smelling semen. Trembling and with immense effort, she slowly pushed herself onto her knees and lifted her head enough to look at the tangled forest of tentacles which still surrounded her. Nothing was happening. Surely that couldn't be it. Surely.

 

"I suppose you want me to say something", Rose said out loud. Cum ran down the sides of her face as she spoke, dripping from her jaw onto her thighs."I know you want this as much as I do.". She leaned on one hip and cupped her little breast in her hand. "What more do you need?". Still nothing. She began to feel the arousal slowly drain out of her. No, it couldn't end like this. "Please?", she asked. The tentacles remained at bay. Rose began to feel cold. "Please!" She begged. "Ravage me! Defile me! Fill me with your seed, I'll swallow every drop and plead for more! I am your canvas, paint my vulgar body! I need it, more than my next breath! FUCK ME!". At last the tentacles responded, darting out quickly from every direction. Rose fell onto her side, too fast to even need the tentacles to guide her as she raised her thigh, presenting her still oozing pussy to the swarming cocks. As a tentacle plunged inside her at diabolical speed, the relief made the explosion of sexual indulgence all the sweeter.

 

Rose didn't go without a cock for more than a moment after that. The tentacles fucked her from every angle imaginable, holding her in the air to screw her from above, below, the side, upside-down. As each big tentacle dick shot their thick, steaming loads inside her, it could not so much as leak before it was replaced by another. Her little pink pussy brimmed with cloudy white cum from more tentacles than she could count. She had lost track after a dozen or so. Her womb was filled to the point her belly ached and it churned inside her as each new tentacle pumped and thrust itself in and out of her, before adding their own viscous sperm to the concoction. Her mouth was constantly busy, draining every cock lucky enough to get inside. Cum was the only taste she could remember or even cared to. She couldn't even guess how much of it she had swallowed. Ounces. At least. Her stomach felt full of semen, the sticky fluid warming her insides and inebriating her with lust.

 

But for the hundreds more tentacles unaccounted for, most did not bother to wait. Tentacle dicks were perpetually firing sticky, strong-smelling ropes of cum over Rose's pale skin, bathing every inch of her body in warm white goo. It rolled lazily down and around the curves of her asscheeks and pooled between, before slipping down her tight thighs. Her tiny tits were covered in cloudy patches of white ooze, trails suspended in every direction and hanging gracefully from her perky pink nipples. Feet, calves, thighs, stomach, ass, hips, back, arms. Nowhere had been untouched, and not just once. Multiple times. Again and again. It hung from her in layers, fresh semen being added all the time, sliding and running and dripping across every part of her. The hot, heady, erotic aroma of each fresh, thick rope of cum that decorated her once clear and pretty face dozens of times pervaded her nostrils and obliterated all sense of dignity. Her light, golden neck-length hair had been utterly drenched. Cum upon cum upon cum had left it sodden and dripping, delicate strings hanging from the clumped strands. And all of it served only to turn her on even more. Rose herself had orgasmed more times than she could remember, every violent, shuddering frenzy just as powerful and incredible as the first. For the time, she was theirs completely. A perfect sex slave to use in any way they pleased. A gorgeous young body to fill and cover in as much sperm as they could muster. Rose Lalonde.

 

After what felt like days yet just minutes at the same time, the tentacles voracious use of Rose's body began to relent. The tentacle lodged in her pussy flopped itself out, drained of yet another load. Cum leaked from Rose's pussy like a tap, slapping against the floor in thick clumps with loud wet noises, but at last this did not upset her. As the tentacles lowered her down onto the ground, onto her knees and in the spreading pool of cum still oozing from her vagina, her muscles ached with a deeply satisfying pain. She barely managed to keep herself upright. The tentacles gathered around for one last call. Rose held her arms limply out at her sides from her elbows, cupping her hands, opening her mouth and sticking out her exhausted tongue. In a cacophony of wet squirting and slapping noises the cocks covered her, head-to-toe, in one final steaming layer of hot, thick cum. Long strands connected her skin to the floor and to dozens of tentacles around her. A cloudy white lake of it had filled between her tender thighs as it dripped from her covered breasts. Cum slid down the contours of her back, funneling between her cute buttcheeks and pooling onto the floor. Her face wore it like makeup, the sticky white ropes quickly melting into the dozens of other coatings clinging to her visage. She felt at least a pound heavier. Her entire body was just a hot, white mess, and Rose loved it. As she swallowed down the comparatively tiny amount of semen that landed in her mouth, letting it trickle down into her overfull stomach, the strong smell of the steaming cum made her feel faint. While the tentacles receded into the darkness, replacing it with the hazy fog it once was, Rose gently lowered her sticky, glistening body onto her side. A satisfied smile crossed her full, plump lips as she fell deep into blissful unconsciousness. She would have to bring Jade here some time.