My _entertainment_ for the night comes down from his orgasm, panting heavily with his still half erect cock lodged in my throat. I’m laying on the bed, saliva and other fluids from the rough face fucking spilling from my open mouth, dripping up my inverted head and dampening my hair. My back is pressed into the mattress, his hands firmly pushing me down throughout his climax, squeezing at my exposed breasts. One of my legs arches up, foot buried in a tangle of blankets, the other spreads across the bed dangling off the other side. The panties still covering my aching pussy are soaked, one of my hands beneath the silk material, two fingers buried inside the warmth. My other hand hangs loosely at the huffing man’s side, not really reaching out for anything in particular.
He releases a breast from his strong grip and traces his fingers through the fleshy trenches of my abs. His fingers circles my pierced navel, then scratches roughly up my naked midriff as he pulls his spent cock from its sloppy enclosure. With a pinch to my nipple he allows my other breast to roll free, red pressure marks from his hands visible on both of them. My head hangs from the side of the bed, completely limp as a mixture of semen and spittle drains from my open mouth. Wide open eyes stare blankly ahead, the inner light they once held fading away.
The naked man stands for a moment, surprised. He suddenly realizes what has happened, the throat fucking was _just a little_ too deep, for _just a little_ too long. The woman whose face he delved into over and over is now laying dead on his bed, his hand prints and DNA all over and in her. He panics, throws on some clothes and calls for help.
“No, it’s _fine_. Don’t try to _resuscitate me_!” I yell. Hey, check it out. I’m a spirit! Afterlife, here I come!
“__Most people have a different attitude to facing their own demise__,” a voice echoes out. I turn, coming face to face (disembodied though we may be) with a robed, shadowy figure.
“Oh, wa-who, what are you?” I stammer, the situation suddenly becoming more real.
“___That’s___ __more like it__,” the creature says. I’m filled with dread as it continues, “__I am a reaper. Here to harvest. You.__”
“So, I’m _actually_ dead? It’s over? I’m so young, so much _life_ ahead of me!” My pleas and reasoning are met with bored laughter from this reaper.
“__I’ve heard this all before. But no second chances. Only the next part.__”
It reaches a smoky tendril outward, pressing in around me. Everything goes dark. My last conscious thought, “_So much for walking into the light…_”
I regain cognizance with a __thud__. My body jolts and I sit upright in bed. _Bed? Didn’t I just die?_ I run my hands along my body, taking a kind of inventory. Curly hair atop my shaky head, smooth skin on my confused face, perky c-cup breasts rising and falling on my heaving chest. I squeeze at them softly, aware of the familiar itch beneath the sheets. Even after springing awake in a panic after a nightmare, I still find a way to be horny. One hand glides along the rest of my frame, down my soft stomach, grazing my bellybutton as it sinks under the blanket. My fingers stop at my dripping opening, resting on my readied clit as it hits me.
The fingers still at my tit pinch the nipple, searching in the darkness. My already wet fingers probe around the soaking mess between my legs. With growing worry my fingers search and search, but confirm the missing studs and piercings that I thought my hand must have just missed in my navel. But nothing decorating my nipples or pussy either?! My breath and heartbeat quicken, panic growing again as my eyes search the empty darkness.
If I had just woken from a nightmare, I should still be at _what’s-his-cock’s_ place, right? Why’s it so unnaturally dark? My hand glides across the bed around me apprehensively, the smooth sheets pleasant to the touch, but absence of anyone else increases my sense of dread.
“_Sorry_,” a rather pleasant voice calls out from somewhere in the darkness. “_No foreign bodies are allowed on synthesized corporeal forms. It’s tricky enough reconstructing just_ ___this___ _form, let alone all the other little bits you had artificially punched in there. But don’t worry_,” the darkness lifted somewhat, and I could see around me, unfortunately. The creature stepped forward as it-_she_ continued, “_you’ll be penetrated with more things than imaginable before you know it_!” She giggled, an awful, yet delightful sing-song laugh as she reached the end of the bed.
In the dim lights (emanating from somewhere) I could see she stood about _seven_ feet tall. She had horns emerging from the crest of her forehead, curving back along her head and then rolling down with her hair, _if you could call it that_. Her hair was like dreadlocked tentacles, wiggling almost imperceptibly. Her face seemed kind, inviting with a seductive touch. Large, crystal blue eyes, a beautiful smile framed by plump lips, small button nose, and shimmering light green skin stretching down her neck, darkening softly over the rest of her body. Her arms looked strong, veiny muscles flexing with her movements. The green darkened around every groove of the muscle, highlighting their appearance. Swaying on her chest were two massive breasts, the green shades of her body darkening suddenly at the areolas of their nipples. Her abs were covered in rough muscle, and as she placed a knee on the bed, climbing up with me, I could see her legs were _rippling_ in muscles as well.
My brow arched, and I bit my lower lip with subconscious arousal at this powerful woman joining me in this strange room. The wetness between my legs grew with every inch closed between us, and her arms suddenly reached out to either side of me. They made a half circle motion on the sheets, tracing over my spread legs. A slight shiver rippled through me, and her smile widened – a bit _sinister_.
Something slithered against my naked flesh under the sheets. It wrapped around my left leg, rolling from my ankle up the knee and along my inner thigh. The thing tangled itself tight around the leg and pulled as another mimicked its action along my right leg. They pulled me down the bed towards the demon woman and spread my legs apart. The sheet shielding my nakedness from her flung itself away, swallowed up by the remaining darkness. I could feel more slithering tendrils under my back as I was dragged, worried noises escaping my mouth and growing in volume. Tentacles wrapped around my arms, firmly holding them to the bed. I struggled against them uselessly, my flailing body writhing against more tentacles rising over my sides.
As the woman lowered herself between my legs, closing in on my exposed pussy, her hand already resting on my pelvis, she seductively said, “_Oh, I almost forgot. Welcome to Hell_.”
I screamed as her thumb slipped across my clit, a tongue expertly gliding all around the juicy pink entrance, up and down my lips while applying _just_ enough pressure to make me squirm against the tendrils at my back. The tentacles themselves had arched over my body, exploring every inch of exposed flesh. They curved up, slipped down, twirled around, and found every delicious nerve ending on my skin. From my erect nipples to the supple breasts upon which they stood, the tender curve of my stomach, the bumps of my abs, one even probed itself into my belly button. I was their plaything, free to use and torment with ecstatic pleasure as the woman sent her tongue through the tight barrier of my pussy. Straight in it went, forcefully delving deep in one sudden thrust which took the breath out of me. So deep I could swear it was _in my stomach_. It wiggled around gently, savoring my flavor as though it were lapping at the lubricant of my inner walls. She moans against my thighs, pressing her face harder into me as her tongue surges even deeper. It slithers warmly into me, her mouth suckling at the juices oozing out around the wet probe. Her thumb dances on my throbbing clit faster and faster as my orgasm approaches, and I moan hard despite my terror.
My back arches, head leaning back into the tendrils pressing against me. A thick tentacle forces its way into my open mouth, cutting my cry of pleasure short. It slides effortlessly into my throat, reminding me of my last moments of life. The probe stops its descent as it becomes too thick to fall any further. The tip wiggles inside me, trying to push even deeper, but to no avail. I try to reach a hand up to pull the intruder out, but the tentacles restraining me hold firm, keeping me bound to the bed. The woman’s tongue swirls inside me suddenly, and I moan deeply around the probing shaft at the penetrating stimulation.
I tense up, on the verge of what feels like an _epic_ climax. I’m so _desperate_ for release I don’t even resist when I feel another intruder rubbing against the tight entrance between the round cheeks of my ass. It aligns itself with the puckered hole and presses hard, gaining slow but steady access into my body. The woman feasting on my pussy giggles and moans into me as the tentacle presses onward into my ass, penetrating me deeply from its nest within the mattress. My mind goes blank, the orgasm so close that it’s all I can do to pull my legs, humping the lady’s face and encouraging more violation. It works its way deeper and deeper into my bowels, much further than _anything_ I’ve ever taken before.
The tentacle in my throat begins thrusting in and out, another one wrapping around my face and neck to hold me steady against its movement. I scream against it, pleasure and agony searing through me at the excruciating stimulation. Tentacles around the rest of my body have twisted around my breasts, groping and squeezing blindly. Their tips flick my nipples while shorter tendrils graze across my shaking flesh. Sweat accumulates across my flesh, beading up and rolling down my body as the assault rages on, countless tendrils smearing their fluid across me as they tease.
I began to feel the slippery tongue retreat from my writhing body, wiggling and twirling as she pulled it back into her mouth. Her lips still locked around my steaming pussy, aching for ultimate release, suck and slurp at the juice escaping with her tongue, not allowing a single drop to spill from our connection. She rises up from between my spread legs, still firmly restrained by thick tentacles, the last few devious inches of her tongue buried inside me. Her wet muscle extends from her mouth all the way down her chest and into me as she leans over my body.
_”How’d she get all of that in there?!”_ I think in a growing panic, _”and just how much of this other thing is buried in my ass?!”_ The rest of her tongue slips out of me, flicks along my aching clit, and licks a wet trail all the way up my body as it retracts into her mouth. She licks her lips, and leans in, straddling my body as the tentacles continue fucking me from both ends. She kisses my neck, and nibbles my earlobe.
Her mouth rests inches from my ear as she whispers in an all too seductive tone, “_You’re probably wondering what exactly is going on with your body_.” She moans into my ear, warm breath against my face sending shivers down my spine. “_Here in your own_ ___personalized___ _Hell, your new body has all the delightful nerves as your old one, and more. These new friends can crop up at any time to have their way with you. You don’t require air, because what are you gonna do?_ ___Die again?___” She laughs musically at her own morbid joke, the tentacle in my mouth surging deep into my throat and staying there while she continues. “_So anyone or anything fucking you can make good use of your throat, or put you under water, or in a situation where you otherwise wouldn’t be able to breathe for any amount of time. It’ll be_ ___uncomfortable___, _but that will just help the pleasure_.” She caresses my bulging neck, her fingers running along my straining veins. “_Mmmm, your struggles are turning me on_.”
Another tentacle has found its way between my legs during her explanation. It rubs at my warm wetness, making my toes curl with increased excitement. With one sudden movement it surges in, sending what must be at least two feet of its length into my dripping pussy. My long moan around the throat tentacle alerts the demon to more activity, and she turns her attention down to the new intruder.
“_Oh, yes. That’s new for you, too_.”
She moves and with a flick of the wrist the one in my throat pulls away, retreating from my mouth and back into the mattress below. I gasp for air, finally able to breathe again, but find that I really didn’t need it. Just reflexively gasping, but it’s caught in my chest when I see the bulge in my stomach rise and fall with the thrusting of the tentacle forcing itself into my gaping pussy. I can feel each of its bumps, my grip on this strange reality slipping away with each successive push and pull as they press against my straining lips, and grind against my well lubricated walls. But apart from the groping, flicking, teasing tentacles all along my breasts and body, it’s the bump in my abdomen protruding further and further as it presses more and more of itself into me, as well as the lumps sliding around from the tentacle still sliding deeper into my ass draw the biggest scream.
The woman turns on me, her mouth on mine in a devilish kiss, drinking my horror in. Her snake of a tongue glides along mine and enters my throat, silencing me. She fondles the distension at my belly, rubbing the top of it as it rises and falls as if she were toying with the head of a penis. I convulse lightly into her, my orgasm painfully close as the should-be body destroying assault rages on.
She pulls away, my features stuck in an ‘O-face’ as she continues, “_Your body can handle far more than it would have in the mortal realm. There’s not really any limit to what you can take, though you may feel discomfort or pain. This_ ___is___ _Hell after all. For your first experience, we thought we’d break you in with a good, long, hard tentacle fuck. I just couldn’t resist having a little taste. I mean, you’re my_ ___hero___, _a_ ___legend___ _among succubi! You were only 23, but had fucked your way through almost_ ___4,000___ _different sex partners?! Even for us, that’s impressive. Especially for just nine_-___ish___ _years of sexual activity_.”
Her legs wrap around me, straddling me once again. “_You don’t mind if I ride this one out with you, right? Oh, don’t answer that_.”
Strong hands push me back onto the bed, where I come face to _tip_ with the tentacle fresh from my throat. It’s still slick with my own saliva as it slips back into my mouth, and glides all the way down again. The (succubus?) grips my throat in both hands as her hips push down on the bulge in my belly. My stretching naval feels a growing warmth and wetness as the succubus on top of me moans, the tentacle between my legs pressing deeper into my pussy.
“_Oh_!” she exclaims, “_can you feel that? It’s fucking us both_!”
Her face is contorted in pleasure as the tentacle enters her through me, spreading her wide around my stretched skin. She presses herself into my battered naval, allowing the tentacle to penetrate us both deeper. Her moans filled the room as she came, her hands squeezing tight around my stuffed neck. My legs strained against the tentacles holding them open, more tendrils reaching up to slither between my curling toes.
As the succubus climaxed the three tentacles penetrating me began pulsating, growing a little thicker as some warm liquid spurted from their ends. The tentacle in my ass pumped again and again, more of the goopy liquid surging up its length as the motion stopped. My eyes widened when the tentacle in my throat pulsed hot jets of the stuff down my throat, struggling to push it past the succubus’ tight grip. Each throb brought me even closer to my frustrating orgasm, if only I could reach my clit and rub it out! The thick tentacle buried in my pussy pushed deeper before it came, filling my body like a condom inside the succubus on me. She moaned and screamed, crying out in blissful agony, almost mocking me as she held my throat in one hand, the other letting go to rub her grotesquely penetrated pussy in the other. Her juices ran across my body, scaldingly hot. My eyes rolled in their sockets as the viscous fluid from the tentacle pumped me full, my orgasm so fucking close but never arriving as the succubus rode her orgasmic wave on top of me. Her tits shook, and she laughed as she finally came down.
She sighed, releasing the grip on my throat. The tentacles retreated from my holes, my sore pussy the first to feel the emptiness. Warmth drizzled out and around the penetration in my ass, while the throat tentacle sprang loose. I coughed and spat out the blackened goop, tasting its sweetness as it ran from my mouth, coating my tongue and lips.
The succubus chided me, “_Oh, don’t you know? Good girls swallow_!” She laughed at her own joke.
“Guess that’s why I’m here,” I said weakly, trying to show defiance.
She reached back, plunging her fingers into my still oozing pussy as she straddled me. “_And what fun we’ll have_!” she said with a sinister grin.
I groaned, falling back onto the mattress, only to find sheets. No tendrils to tease my flesh, no tentacles to start again? The tentacle in my tightest hole finished retreating with a sickening, wet ‘pop’, more warmth soaking the sheets under me in its wake. The succubus got off me, pulled her fingers from my desperate pussy, and stood next to the bed. With a wave of her hand the blanket returned over me, covering my naked body, and a comfortable pillow appeared under my head. She leaned in, and tenderly kissed me on the head, running her hand down the length of the blanket, maybe a bit too sexually.
“_Thanks for the fun first night. I’ll be back after I recoup a bit. Maybe I’ll even return your ability to orgasm someday_,” she said, tucking me in.
With that the all consuming darkness returned, and I was alone again. _Or was I? Did she actually leave? Are the tentacles still in the bed? Do I get to sleep here?_ ___Why can’t I cum?!___
I sent my hands under the sheets, my legs parting as they descended on me. My breasts heaved on my chest with my labored breathing, two trusty fingers on my right hand sinking wetly into my pussy. To my surprise there was no tenderness or gape after the recent pounding, my other hand curled around my curvy butt, propped up slightly by a leg. Fingers probed at the hole gingerly, only to find it closed tight as if no fucking had just taken place. No goopy residue from the tentacles remained either. I pushed my curiosity aside, desperate to rub, massage, scratch, or claw at least one fucking orgasm out of my stubborn pussy. How is this possible?! I almost always cum during sex sometimes just from initial penetration! Sometimes just from giving head! Sometimes just from thinking about sex… So how after all that did I not have a __single__ orgasm?
“_Because that’s_ ___her___ _curse on you_,” a voice answers from the dark.
I jump, my fingers almost slipping out of my tightness in surprise.
“___She___ _won’t let your body experience release_,” the agonizingly beautiful voice continues as light once again returns to the room.
A blue succubus stands next to the bed, gentle tints decorating her face. Her horns rise from her head, curve back gracefully then turn up sharply through her tentacle-like hair. They poke out about three inches higher than the crown of her head. The blue grows gradually darker the further down her body my eyes wander, similar to the green one. She stood at least seven feet tall as well, but her muscles weren’t quite as pronounced. Not to say she didn’t look strong, she probably could have pulled me from the bed with one arm, pinned me against a wall, and done any number of unspeakable things to me. My eyes traced down her figure as my fingers absent-mindedly worked at my dripping entrance, still searching for release. Her breasts were smaller than the green one, but still quite large. Like a pair of blue cantaloupes decorating her strong chest. Sexy abs split out beneath her ribs, leading down to her groin, positioned right at eye level. My busy hand stopped as my eyes widened at the sight of her _massive_ penis. The head of it was no more than a foot from my face, shining faintly in the dim light. It was the size of a large apple, sitting atop a long, thick shaft rippling with throbbing veins. The girthy member was easily three inches wide, and extended a painfully erect two feet from her body.
“_Yes_,” she says, closing the gap between us, her abnormally giant cock stiffly extended over my face as I lay on the bed. “_I can give you the release you’re so_ ___desperate___ _to achieve_.” Her hand waves over me, sending the blanket flying away again by unseen forces, revealing my nakedness and activity to her. She looks at my hand between my legs, fingers still buried within my hungry pussy and smirks. “_We’ll do so much better than that…_”
In one fluid motion she hoists me up, flipping me over onto my belly and positions herself behind me on the bed. I’m guided onto all fours on the mattress, feeling her weight pressing in next to my knees as her legs move in around me with her large frame squatting low behind. She places a large hand on my round ass, pulling at the cheek, spreading and revealing my holes to her.
“_You have a_ ___marvelous___ _peach_,” she says, admiring me from her perch, “_but I know you’ve heard that many times before_.”
Her thumb dips in-between my thighs and glides from my throbbing clit, all the way along my aching pussy, and slides against my puckered ass. Electrical surges of need course through me as my body arches with pleasure. Pressure builds at my tiny hole, her massive head lining up at my ass.
“No,” I protested, reaching a hand back, “you’re _too_ big, that’s the wrong __hOLE__!!?”
She ignores my plea, forcing her massive meat all the way in with one mighty surge. My orgasm slams into me like a tsunami, body tensing in the sudden penetration, sexual frustration finally released. She pulled out all the way to the head quickly, with no time allowed for my body to acclimate to the size of her, then slammed it home again. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, my body spasming with each thrust. Liquid gushes from my unattended pussy, running along my trembling legs and raining down on the mattress below.
“_Looks like someone feels left out_,” the horrible woman said in the most wonderful way.
She slapped my ass and traced some symbol on the sheet next to me. A slit opened in the bed beneath my convulsing body, from between my knees all the way up to under my face. My hands reached up to grab the headboard, trying to keep my head from being swallowed by the mouth that had just appeared. _Is that what I was laying on before??_
Tendrils rose up, searching me out. Larger tentacles sprang forth, poking and prodding again. The thickness in my ass continued working in and out roughly, forcing my orgasm to extremes with each push, and every hard spank. The gaping mattress spread wider causing my legs to open around the chasm, my body dipping closer to the reaching tendrils. The tentacles arched up over me, wrapping around my shaky arms, swinging over my back, and twisting their way up each trembling thigh. They pulled at my convulsing form, drawing me in, my swaying breasts coming into contact with the teasing extensions of the bed. I struggle to pull myself away, my rubbery arms straining against the weight of my own body in the midst of a powerful orgasm, combined with the weight and dragging force of the tentacles. The succubus driving her mass into me pushes all the way in and remains buried to the hilt, then leans forward, pressing her strong hands into my trembling back.
More tendrils trace across my body as I dip into the gaping maw of the mattress. The countless, slimy things slide up and down, back and forth, like hundreds of long tongues licking at my shaking flesh. The tentacles at my back hold me firmly, allowing the tendrils to continue lapping at me hungrily, moving across my breasts, circling around my hard nipples, pleasure rising with each flick like electricity making my body jerk wildly. More slip along my shaking abs, tasting the skin around the bumps at my ribs. Not a single inch of flesh is left unattended by the infinite licking and prodding, my climax never ceasing – only shooting to new levels. My moans turn to blissful screams as the demon woman returns to thrusting in and out with the full length of her shaft again, a hand striking the tender flesh of my round ass loudly.
“_Shhhhhh_,” she says soothingly, a tentacle approaching my face as she continues talking. “_We don’t want to alert_ ___’her’___ _to what we’re doing_.” With that the tentacle lunged forward and slid along my tongue as it forced its way down my throat.
My screams became muffled moans around the slender probe, thinner than the last throat fucker. It paused with each push, more length building up in front of my face as it fed into me. Every time my body jerked forward with the force from the woman behind, it pushed itself deeper, several inches at a time. With no increased girthiness, there was no telling how deep it could go, this one could find its way _into my stomach_!!
The thought made my near unbearable orgasm peak, my pussy throbbed painfully, stars sparking in my vision again. My hands slipped from the headboard, and if not for the spit-roast I would have plunged into the tendrils beneath me as they painted me with their own juices. A squeal erupted from the mattress as my liquid sprayed onto the wriggling tendrils reaching desperately towards my gushing pussy. I looked down just in time to see three tentacles like the one in my throat twist together and approach my pulsing, pink opening. Nothing has touched it throughout this entire orgasm, and now something close to seven inches wide is taking aim? Renewed panic rises and I squirm even more against the tentacles and tendrils, my body mashing against a thousand swarming tongues happily licking every part of the front of my body. The tentacle in my throat sinks deeper, the woman pushes into me again, my orgasm increases even further, and my mind melts.
I come to moments later, the movements against my body paused in my momentary absence. My orgasm still rages, but has lessened somewhat. I’m thankful that it’s at least bearable, I can almost unclench my toes anyway. Then the succubitch pushes her half withdrawn cock back in, the tentacle in my face extends further into me, the tendrils beneath my body begin working every which way once more. Drool leaks out of my mouth around the tentacle, further encouraging the smaller counterparts below. That’s when I feel it. Like three fingers pushing the wet lips of my pussy apart, circling around at my opening. They slide up and down, glide against my hardened clit, poke and prod the tender flesh between my legs. The image of the three tentacles wrapped around each other returns to my mind, and I look back, just able to see part of the monstrosity where it curves from the opening in the bed, wraps up around my leg, and then disappears behind the demon and myself. I can feel its contact, but can’t see what it is doing, or when it’s planning on making the delicious entry.
“_Mmmm_,” the succubus moans, diving deep again. “_The tentacle is sinking deeper and deeper into you from the front. It’s long enough, I’ll bet it’ll be tickling my cock pretty soon_.”
She slaps my ass again forcing my impossible orgasm even higher, the triple tentacle choosing that instant to pierce my pink lips. My already intense climax peaks again, yet another new height as the tentacle trio seeks my deepest reaches. The three probes wriggle around each other as they push themselves deep inside me, the tentacle pushing into my mouth fighting through my screams.
She keeps talking as she fucks me, “_When we made your body here, we didn’t keep_ ___all___ _your bits, of course. You still have a womb, which your tentacle friends are currently stretching out, but no real reproductive purpose. You have a stomach and intestines, which the other tentacle is mostly through, I’m almost surprised it’s not touching me yet. Maybe we put too much length in there_?” She pushed as deep as she could and jiggled her hips into my ass, causing me to groan deeply.
Laughing as she continued her deep and steady thrusting, she continued, “_You also have lungs, but mostly for the fun of gaging and choking. You don’t have most other organs. The rest of you is a hollow husk, just to be used for fucking – Oh, ___there___ _it is_!” She pushed in, holding her cock inside while the tentacle slid slowly into my mouth a little deeper. She sighed contentedly, “___Fuck___, _that’s good. It’s sliding into my cock, guess you could say it’s filling us both_?” She laughed wickedly, slapping both of my cheeks and pumped her cock softly into me, relishing the tentacle in her cock. She groaned loudly, gripping my ass hard in both hands, “_Oooh, it’s gonna make me_ ___cum___!!”
Her hips began bouncing into me, the tentacle pulling out of my mouth just a few inches. I felt the three in my belly separate and twirl, twist back together and thrust again, pushing my ever climbing climax to a dizzying new peak. I probably would have vomited, if that were a possibility, but with the probe all the way through my digestive tract, and nothing else in it, probably not happening. A sudden, strong pulsing in my ass, followed by a spreading warmth informed me of the succubus’ own orgasm.
_Were we finally done? Is it over at last?_ Throb after throb filled me with her hot cum, practically _burning_ my insides. The tentacle began retreating at the spread of the liquid as it continued pumping me full. The tentacle slides free from my mouth, my head dipping into the licking tendrils below as I gasp for air. Two slip into my open face, swirling around my tongue, others happily dance along the sides of my sweating face, adding their own wetness to my aching skin.
The tentacles ballooning my body stop, then position themselves side by side in a triangle formation still buried inside me. They piston in and out in succession, keeping my orgasm rising beyond mind numbing levels, to uncharted agony as the cock in my ass continues pumping its steaming load into me. I’m almost numb to what’s happening to my pussy, moaning absently with each excruciating pulse flowing between my cheeks, up my rectum, and into my bowels. I can feel the fluid sloshing warmly in my stomach, the cock still twitching as more enters. I hazard a glance down (or up?) at my body, and can see some details around and through the tendrils teasing and taunting my tortured body, such as the bump of the three tentacles pushing in and out present near my navel.
More shocking is the growing bulge at my stomach! She’s literally pumping me _full_ of cum! Some is dripping down my legs, could be hers, could be mine, probably both, I’m not sure. Even more fluid gushes out, my horrible orgasm increasing again at this revelation. Something rises in my throat as my body convulses more, violent spasms shaking all across me, _maybe I can puke after all,_ I think, as my upper half sinks into the mattress’ opening. The only thing keeping me from falling all the way into the hungry tendrils is the rough grip on my ass while the succubus continues pushing her massive, pulsing cock into me, more and more hot cum flowing from her body into mine. Thick, deep blue liquid bubbles out of my mouth as I dangle limply in her firm grip, the tentacles still triple teaming my pussy. The warm goop oozed out of my mouth, leaked up my face, and mixed into my hair. The tendrils, now surrounding my body, sprung forth licking at all parts of me. All I could do was tremble in terrible pleasure while my captor finished, however long that may be. The thick goo began to come out in globs, choking me as it poured from my mouth, the thrusting from behind me never. letting. up.
After what felt like gallons had been pumped into me she sheathed her full length inside, and pulled me from the pit. Her hands slid along my body, grasping my breasts, and lifted me from the thousands of licking tendrils chasing my dripping body as I was pulled from their reach. The triple tentacle had ceased its assault on my battered pussy, twirling together into one, girthy probe. Empty, hollow eyes watched the mattress close when the demon cleared me from it’s pit, leaving just satin sheets. She released her grip, letting me fall in a limp pile of trembling, wet flesh. Her cock sprang free slickly from my used, gaping hole, a trail of blue goop splattering over me at its sudden emergence. My body trembled and spasmed, slick with juices from my own sex, the demon’s cock, and whatever was covering all those tendrils.
“_Fuck, you look so good, I could start all over again_ ___right now___!” the demon exclaimed. “_Then again, I’m just surprised you lasted the entire experience. Not many can handle their first time with me. Succubi are right to idolize you_.”
With that she summoned my blanket with a graceful flick of her wrist, and tucked me in.
“_Now get some rest. Maybe next time I’ll bring some friends_!!” She excitedly stepped back, the mysterious light went down and I returned to absolute darkness.
Fucking hell. Gives new meaning to ‘careful what you wish for.’ At least now I get to rest for a bit… I roll over to sleep, my aching body protesting against every agonizing movement. A groan rattles from my chest, my climax still unnaturally heightened.
“_Did you miss me_?” the seductive voice of the green succubus calls out from the dark.
___Fuck___. It’s going to be a long eternity.
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