Home Beneath #4

Author's Note: Things are heating uppp...

Character sheet, circa level 3
- Var'veha 

[story] [futa/futa] [small dick/impotence] [divine(?) castration] [tentacles] [tentacle frot?] [anal/DAP/TAP] [bukkake] [tentacle bondage]

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“Hahhh... huhhhh...” you groan, dizzied for a moment as bright, gripping pangs of pleasure finally begin to fade, a thin trail of your spunk dripping from Maskki’s thin lips and down her chin as she struggles to swallow every drop. Despite having already reached the height of bliss, the pair of tentacles inside of you don’t seem to be letting up -- alternating their thrusts into your stretched, pale emerald asshole, one in, one out, back and forth, far too thick to be as rough with you as they’re being. Yet still, strangely, you find yourself unable to find a proper complaint. “Fuckkk....”

“Yummy,” Maskki coos, sliding her mouth back off of your cock and giving it a long lick, wincing as the tentacle in her own backside continues to firmly pump into her, faster and faster, growing more restless before unexpectedly drawing out of her completely. “Eee...?” she squeaks, orange eyes going suddenly wide as the slick red appendage chooses instead to wrap around her waist, lifting her up -- and bringing her straight over to you, joining in the tangle of writhing, thrusting tendrils that have been so aggressive with you. You wonder, if only for a moment, exactly how much control the priestess has over these things... but are quickly given something else to think about when Maskki is tilted in mid-air and slammed down into your lap. More coils of tentacles wrap around the two of you, binding you together, holding you close and forcing a position so that your cock, still achingly rigid and dripping with spunk and saliva, drives straight into the other goblin’s tight backside.

“Aahhh...! M-Maskk...” you groan out, biting your lip as you look up to the slimmer goblin, trembling as you feel her hips reflexively rocking back against you, her butt easing back and forth, up and down, along your throbbing girldick. With the way these two tendrils are rocketing in and out of your own ass, making you feel so intensely full and weak in the knees, you don’t think your cock could get soft if you wanted it to. Maskki certainly doesn’t seem to mind the new intrusion, taking to you quickly and even leaning forward to lock her mouth back against yours -- tongue swatting and tangling with yours in a clumsy, awkward goblin kiss, all passion and no finesse. You find yourself returning it greedily, your body trembling with pleasure but out of control, embrace by these ruby appendages and simply along for the ride.

“Mmnnph... mlllm... ahhhn~!” Maskki gasps into your mouth as she desperately kisses you, both mouths open and squashed against each other. You can feel the limp, inert flap of her own girldick rubbing weakly along your lower stomach, but suddenly her entire body seems to tense. “Ehhhn... w-wait... waitwaitwait--” You wonder what it is, at first, but you can feel it too -- something warm pressing up against the underside of your dick, sawing along your balls as it finds a way to drive into Maskki. It scouts the slick rear entrance for a moment, dodging around the slender pumps of the priestess’s petite butt down against you. Then, it finds its aim, and without hesitation it rams straight into Maskki alongside you, uncaring if there’s room for it or not. “Aaaeiiiihh!”

You can’t decide whether to giggle at the sound she makes or gasp out in pleasure as the tentacle slides up along your cock, shifting and rubbing back and forth along it as it drills Maskki’s asshole, already moving at a faster pace than you were, ramming the poor priestess. You let out a heated squawk of ectsasy against Maskki’s mouth as you double-penetrate her tight, squeezing ass with the tentacle, tongue coiling around hers, stealing her breath and her screams alike now that the two of you are on an even anal playing field.

At least, you were for a moment. Your eyes widen when you feel a sudden stretching sensation in your backside -- the two tendrils inside of you seeming to dig their fleshy muscles into the sides of your anus, pulling you apart to show off the gape they’ve made... and more importantly, providing a target for something new. Something far bigger than either of the squirming lengths already inside you. “Eeaaahhhh...!”

Like the one with Maskki -- or any others before it, for that matter -- this new threat wastes no time in forcing its way up your ass, devestating your tight little goblin butt as it crams its thick red girth into you, three tentacles now stuffed deep and pistoning into you. They take turns at first, moving in a strange rhythm, and you could almost get used to that (especially with the way each tentacle slams its tip into your prostate, as if blindly knowing its location and pleasuring you on purpose). Soon, though, that rhythm melts away into pure anal chaos, all three of them pummeling your ass at random, even all drilling into you at the same time, taking no prisoners.

Your kiss with Maskki becomes no more than an echoed chorus of shrieks, lips pressed together but sharing only blissful screams as tentacles slither and squeeze all around you, rocketing in and out of you again and again and again. Your thoughts fade for a moment, focusing on the feeling of Maskki’s slick hole spasming around your cock as the impotent priestess hits her own orgasm, drooling thin liquid out of her dick and onto your stomach, her back hole trembling as it’s abused by your shaft and a tentacle. What you feel, however, transcends mere pleasure as your ass is filled far beyond what you thought its limits were, your back arching as you howl out to the empty halls of the Ghostbite Warren. You feel blast after blast of your hot, sticky cum shoot into Maskki’s ass, pumping into her before squirting out, and only moments later you feel the same happening to you, raining down on you from busting tentacles from every direction. Coating your face, your tits, filling your ass, burbling in your stomach as you cum and cum and cum....

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You can’t be certain how long you were asleep, but by the time you awaken you feel the earth of the warren beneath you again. The tentacles are gone, but Maskki is cuddled tight to your side, nibbling your shoulder lovingly while her fingers tease and dance along your stiffened nipples, drawing little patterns in the tentacle-spunk coating your chest.

Outside, you can hear the sounds of goblins growing louder, possibly returning to the warren. You glance back to Maskki, though, pressing your forehead gently to hers. Exhausted, you find yourself wondering whether it’d be worth it to try to clean up before someone returned... or if you were content to be seen like this.