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vines down to taste
at her thighs. The weird, mouth like ends felt like light suction
cups, like nimble lips by an experienced lover. Soft as rain, they
traced a pattern over her legs, across her hips and belly. The
treasure they sought was lower, though, and soon she was trembling
when she was all too aware of their presence near her lower lips.
Soft,
slick, the tentacles brushed on her inner thighs,before the first one
rolled along the length of her soaked slit. The simultaneous tugging
on her chest seemed to increase at this, like the monster was getting
excited. As if finding her essence was its goal all along.
“ Please...”
She gasped, her voice husky and for no ears but her own. “Don't
touch there, please...”
Uncaring,
or perhaps just motivated by carnal need beyond emotion, the creature
used its tendrils to gently spread her pinkness. The intimate motion
made the girl squeal, and more so when more tips began to trail along
the inner slick sides of her vulva. The suction was still there, like
several small mouths tasting her.
It
was erotic, and it was driving her mad.
Though
she couldn't get her legs free, and her arms were bound tight, she
realized she had been absently grinding her hips into the air. 'When
did I start doing that?' She wondered, ashamed at her wanton
behavior.
Her
attempt to halt, to reassess and pull herself back from the haze of
lust, failed completely when the slug drifted a tentacle to her
swollen clit. It pressed, circled, played her like an instrument, and
as she keened in pleasure, it wrapped itself around her button the
way the ones on her nipples were doing, imitating them in a perfect
rhythm.
In
seconds, the boiling heat in her belly twitched, and the Hunter
exploded, cumming hard and violently, the sensations wild and raw.
Her ears were deaf to her panting whimpers, and the tendrils seemed
to greedily suck up her juice. The amount of slickness, from her
nectar and the beast's secretions, was immense.
She
felt it sliding down her thighs, and became aware that the monster
wasn't slowing down. The rush of blood to her clit was making her
sensitive beyond comfort, and she began to whine and beg the slug to
stop; it had no compassion for her wants.
Her
brain was firing warning signals, and she was afraid she might go mad
from the ecstasy. Suddenly, a new appendage appeared, thicker than
the others. Abruptly, before she could even voice an argument, it
pushed easily, roughly, into her wet walls.
Like
fireworks, sparks of color shot into her mind, behind her eyes, and
she gaped in a long moan, shivering, squeezing as she felt another
orgasm ripple through her. Her muscles quivered over the length of
slimy rope, firm yet pliant, as she was held open by the smaller ones
that still pulsed on every part of her slit.
In,
out, the stroking rod drove into her with wild abandon, even though
the slug's face still showed nothing behind those empty onyx eyes.
Siena
was screaming, squealing, a twisting being of passion and desire.
Each time she thought it was too much, that things had gone too far,
the creature proved her wrong. It played with her rear entrance,
slim, gooey stalks slipping inside and seeming to vibrate gently.
She
lost track of how many times she had cum.
Eventually,
her mind blanking in and out of overwhelmed senses, she noticed the
slug seemed to be slowing down. The pumping was less fierce, though
the tentacle inside of her pussy seemed to be flexing, growing. In a
sobering moment, she feared it would split her in two.
Instead,
the strong burst of hot liquid inside announced the beast's own
climax. Pump after pump, she was stunned and wondered if it would
ever end. Glancing down, her dazed eyes saw the thick cream pouring
from around the tendrils inside of her. It was like honey, and she
felt filled to the brim. Afraid she might pass out, the girl held on
to her awareness, trying to focus on the eyes of the giant slug, the
only real thing nearby that wasn't gooey or
at her thighs. The weird, mouth like ends felt like light suction
cups, like nimble lips by an experienced lover. Soft as rain, they
traced a pattern over her legs, across her hips and belly. The
treasure they sought was lower, though, and soon she was trembling
when she was all too aware of their presence near her lower lips.
Soft,
slick, the tentacles brushed on her inner thighs,before the first one
rolled along the length of her soaked slit. The simultaneous tugging
on her chest seemed to increase at this, like the monster was getting
excited. As if finding her essence was its goal all along.
“ Please...”
She gasped, her voice husky and for no ears but her own. “Don't
touch there, please...”
Uncaring,
or perhaps just motivated by carnal need beyond emotion, the creature
used its tendrils to gently spread her pinkness. The intimate motion
made the girl squeal, and more so when more tips began to trail along
the inner slick sides of her vulva. The suction was still there, like
several small mouths tasting her.
It
was erotic, and it was driving her mad.
Though
she couldn't get her legs free, and her arms were bound tight, she
realized she had been absently grinding her hips into the air. 'When
did I start doing that?' She wondered, ashamed at her wanton
behavior.
Her
attempt to halt, to reassess and pull herself back from the haze of
lust, failed completely when the slug drifted a tentacle to her
swollen clit. It pressed, circled, played her like an instrument, and
as she keened in pleasure, it wrapped itself around her button the
way the ones on her nipples were doing, imitating them in a perfect
rhythm.
In
seconds, the boiling heat in her belly twitched, and the Hunter
exploded, cumming hard and violently, the sensations wild and raw.
Her ears were deaf to her panting whimpers, and the tendrils seemed
to greedily suck up her juice. The amount of slickness, from her
nectar and the beast's secretions, was immense.
She
felt it sliding down her thighs, and became aware that the monster
wasn't slowing down. The rush of blood to her clit was making her
sensitive beyond comfort, and she began to whine and beg the slug to
stop; it had no compassion for her wants.
Her
brain was firing warning signals, and she was afraid she might go mad
from the ecstasy. Suddenly, a new appendage appeared, thicker than
the others. Abruptly, before she could even voice an argument, it
pushed easily, roughly, into her wet walls.
Like
fireworks, sparks of color shot into her mind, behind her eyes, and
she gaped in a long moan, shivering, squeezing as she felt another
orgasm ripple through her. Her muscles quivered over the length of
slimy rope, firm yet pliant, as she was held open by the smaller ones
that still pulsed on every part of her slit.
In,
out, the stroking rod drove into her with wild abandon, even though
the slug's face still showed nothing behind those empty onyx eyes.
Siena
was screaming, squealing, a twisting being of passion and desire.
Each time she thought it was too much, that things had gone too far,
the creature proved her wrong. It played with her rear entrance,
slim, gooey stalks slipping inside and seeming to vibrate gently.
She
lost track of how many times she had cum.
Eventually,
her mind blanking in and out of overwhelmed senses, she noticed the
slug seemed to be slowing down. The pumping was less fierce, though
the tentacle inside of her pussy seemed to be flexing, growing. In a
sobering moment, she feared it would split her in two.
Instead,
the strong burst of hot liquid inside announced the beast's own
climax. Pump after pump, she was stunned and wondered if it would
ever end. Glancing down, her dazed eyes saw the thick cream pouring
from around the tendrils inside of her. It was like honey, and she
felt filled to the brim. Afraid she might pass out, the girl held on
to her awareness, trying to focus on the eyes of the giant slug, the
only real thing nearby that wasn't gooey or
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