Tentacle Spell [F/Tentacle][Magic][Mind Break]
I feel like the book left something out. The spell worked perfectly, at first. The sigil I inscribed on the floor before setting my naked ass in the center glowed, a portal opening after the incantation. The long, thick tentacles described rose through the illuminated circle, wrapping around my waist and legs, up my back and around my arms. Some started rubbing against my pussy, pink folds slick with horny anticipation. That’s when worry started setting in. Seemed like my lazy, lusty day might be taking a turn…
My butt sunk into the writhing mass of tentacles below. I don’t recall being lifted, so I could only assume they were pulling me down. Through the portal. Into an impossible mess of near infinite tentacles beyond. My concentration broke, as I knew it would. Some slimmer tentacles wrapped around my arms, coiling their way to my hands, and ripping the wand from my fingers. This was unexpected, and a smidge more alarming than the sensation of being pulled down. Despite the ceased concentration, wand disarming, and halting of any incantation falling from my lips, the portal didn’t close.
I felt them enter into my slippery tunnel, one thick one slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside while another closed in on my face. Yet another began prodding against my puckering asshole, pressure building as it wiggled between my cheeks. Slime began building along the length of each tentacle, the one at my face sliding easily into my mouth before filling my throat. The member swirling at my ass poked beyond the hole, inching deeper while the one in my pussy glanced into my deepest reach, sudden pain surging throughout my body. A purple glow grew in the corners of my eyes, panic building higher than arousal as my head sunk beneath the floor. They pulled me through my portal, and I found myself completely surrounded by hundreds, thousands, uncountable tentacles, all reaching out to me. Slippery slime coating my body as they wrapped around, caressing my full nakedness in their infinite embrace.
I looked up in growing horror through the increasing number of tentacles above me, obscuring my view of the room beyond the portal. The slimy tendrils ran along my body, putting me in any position they wanted as more prodded my already filled holes. At least the one in my pussy pulled back, swirling around within an inch of the pain trigger. The tentacles outside my body pulled and stretched, extending my arms and legs straight out from my body. Tendrils of all sizes wrapped around and squeezed into my flesh.
A few of them wrapped around my breasts, groping the firm mounds of flesh. My nipples were at the mercy of the thinner tendrils, some twisting around one, sliding across the areola of the other. I moaned around the one slithering down my throat, only slightly surprised at the lack of discomfort from my plugged airway. The tentacle stuffed its way further down my throat, inching nearer my stomach. It felt as though the one in my ass would tear me apart, filling me painfully as it dove into my colon.
My toes curled around the thin tendrils tangling themselves around my feet. The pleasure was intense, just as expected. Every tentacle seemed to know exactly how to quickly bring my climax, several teasing my exposed, hardened clit and the sensitive pink flesh around my stretched entry. Hundreds of slime-slicked tentacles teased every inch of my body, sliding through my hair and massaging my scalp. I could feel my orgasm building unbearably, but somehow held back.
The light was getting dim, darkness consuming me as the tentacles pulled me further from the portal. It flickered more completely out as they swarmed above, or below? They kept sending me end over end, until I couldn’t really tell which way was up. The fading portal was somewhere over my head, then under my feet, then falling away from my outstretched arm. They pulled me so far into their domain, the main source of light was provided by the slowly increasing glow along each tentacle. I couldn’t remember if they had been glowing before, or perhaps too dimly to be seen.
I was having difficulty remembering much of anything, come to think of it… My mind swirled, dizzy from my agonizingly close orgasm. The tentacles had stopped surging into my throat and ass, content with their depth. They jiggled and wriggled inside, grinding against every nerve sure to ignite my body. Other, thinner tendrils had slipped in between my legs, sliding along their thicker counterparts, pressing tight against my lubricated walls. My body bucked and convulsed against the restraining tentacles, effectively coating me as they pulled me along. I moaned and whimpered, my desperate sounds muffled by the tentacle forcing my mouth wider than ever. All conscious thought revolved around orgasm, crashing through that blissful climax no matter how unbearably powerful it might be.
They swirled, twisted, contorted, and even thrusted inside of me, my legs spasming with every motion. I could feel how tightly my toes had clenched, as though they’d be stuck like that forever. Every slick glide along my skin only served to increase the preorgasmic discomfort, my breasts were absolutely on fire from overstimulation. The light from the tentacles increased, like a slow trickle of illumination filling certain appendages. I watched in absent fascination as the one protruding from my mouth seemed to suddenly glow brighter, a renewed warmth flowing down my throat. The increased heat also built between my legs, filling my pussy and ass as the light grew.
Finally, mercifully, the climax consumed me. Wave after wave of the most intense orgasm surged through my body, powerful spasms rocking my entire frame. The tentacles held tight, keeping me from slipping from their grasp. The warmth inside built suddenly as my inner walls contracted rhythmically around the penetrating tentacles. My eyes flew open when I felt a quick jet of warm fluid spurt from each buried tentacle, the pulsing more noticeable in my mouth. The purple tentacle was emitting vibrant light, and I was able to actually see its width expand as pulse after pulse worked along the radiant shaft before slipping between my lips and flowing down my throat, before gushing into my stomach.
The one in my pussy seemed to twist that final inch in, tip gently brushing up to my quivering cervix. The next several spurts flooded my womb as my orgasm increased, slurping its fluid in. I felt the one in my ass pumping away, filling my intestines with whatever this delightful liquid is. My hips gyrated, slowly working the tentacles around inside myself as my climax milked each one for every last drop.
The slime coating my body seemed to heat up, electrifying every nerve as these creatures forced my orgasm to impossible, nearly horrible heights. I screamed around the gushing tentacle pumping my stomach full, now desperate for an end to this pleasure as it turned to pain. More tendrils had wired themselves to my face, sliding along my features as they searched out an entrance. They slithered into my nose, poked in through my ears, and a few thin probes worked into my head around the eyes. A near pain burned at my nipples as a couple of tendrils wriggled through, entering my swaying breasts. One even pressed at my navel, twisting and twirling until it somehow slipped inside. They searched out every hole, every orifice, any area they could enter until I was completely filled by the wriggling masses. Packed with tentacles, and the fluids they pumped into me.
The pulsing seemed to have stopped, my orgasm finally beginning to fade, but now I’m left with the feeling of slippery tentacles inside and out. The thicker ones slowly slipped out of my holes, almost instantly replaced by two or three looking to stuff themselves through in their absence. Only one pushed in through my mouth again, one in my ass as well. But the two that surged into my inner pink spread me enough to allow several thin tendrils in, dozens wiggling into my depths along the dim glow of the other two. I don’t think any of the deposited fluid came out, and I can’t see my body under the amassed tentacles, but I can’t help but wonder.
If the tendrils were coating me in slime, what are they doing inside my head, breasts, and beyond my bellybutton?
…How much more of the orgasm intensifying juices can they pulse into …me?
…How much …further …are they going?
…To take me?
Where am… who…
I can’t think. Another climax is painfully close. Desperately close. The only light comes from the tentacles. My tentacles? And it’s getting brighter again.
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