Misadventure by Midnight - ch.2

 Author's Note: More misadventures! This time with more tentacles and pregnancy risk!

It's up on Hentai-Foundry now too, so find it here!

[futa/F] [futa/tentacles] [anal/DAP] [oral] [vaginal] [titfucking] [hotdogging] [preg risk]

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“We need you out in the field. There’s a... special job, that we think you’d be perfect for.” Valeera’s stern expression makes it hard to tell how much she’s actually enjoying this. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was completely genuine, but that can’t be true, can it? I just got access to the Underbelly and already they’ve been treating me like a second class citizen -- either it’s a suicide mission or some kind of joke, and to be honest, I’m really hoping it’s the latter.

I shift awkwardly from hoof to hoof, still a bit weary from the intense pirate gangbang (crewbang?) I was just blessedly in the center of. “Um... are you gonna tell me what it is?” I murmur, earning her burning green glare in return.

“We’re sending you to Val’sharah. There’s a druid there, one of the night elves -- she carries a staff of some considerable power. The Uncrowned wish to re-appropriate that staff, and you shall be our instrument in doing so.”

“Is now a good time to ask why I’m perfect for the job?”

“You’re no-- I mean,” Valeera pauses for an uncomfortably long moment, as if genuinely lost for an answer. Finally she opens her mouth, pausing again, groaning quietly, and then finally responding. “You have the element of surprise. She’ll never expect an incompetent draenei to try to steal something from her.”

That... actually makes sense, kind of. Like, I think it’s a made-up answer, but it kind of works. Like who would ever expect a tauren to steal your family jewels? Who would ever expect a gnome to shapeshift? Power of surprise. I like it.

Valeera seems to notice the look of dizzy contentment on my face, and scoffs quietly, turning to go. “The location is up north. You’ll have to find it on your own, and find the best way to get the staff. You’ll know it when you see it. Oh, and Jaeya,” she says, pausing as she turns to leave back for the main council room. “Nobody can know that the Uncrowned sent you. If I hear even the slightest whisper from outside our own ranks that a draenei works for us, you’re out.”

Oh cool. Nothing like being a totally deniable asset. That’s good. I’m good with that. I like that.

I don’t like that.

I sigh through my nostrils as she leaves with a flutter of her scarlet cloak, leaving me alone in the dank, dark canals of the Underbelly. The rest of the world seems to fade in around me, the sounds of other rogues and thieves trading secrets, maps, tricks, or boasts. This could have been such a wonderful place for me if I’d been born something other than draenei.

But I’ve got a job to do -- I’m being sent on some kind of crazy suicide mission but for the first time I have an idea, a strange glimmer of hope. Maybe the thing I’ve been struggling against all my life can be my greatest strength: the utter disbelief of everyone on Azeroth that a draenei can be a rogue. The element of surprise.

Returning to the overworld of Dalaran feels like being embraced by a brand new day, except that I’m completely encrusted in cum, something I’d totally forgotten until I started getting a lot of weird looks. Rushing first to the inn, I grab a quick bath and squeeze my body back into my snug, dark leather armor, tucking my twin daggers cross-wise into their sheathes on the back of my belt. Then it’s off to Krasus’ Landing to get the first available ride to Val’sharah, the moonlit home of the elves... and, y’know, the Emerald Nightmare or whatever. But I probably won’t have any trouble with that.

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Val’sharah is spectacular. I’ve been to elven cities before, like Darnassus or whatever, but this is... something else. The colors, the textures, everything is so much more complex, almost like the designers had twelve years to touch it up before anyone saw it. When I get off the gryphon I admittedly feel a little displaced and lost, quickly checking my map to see if I have any landmarks jotted down.

I quickly remember that I’ve never been here before, though, and as such the map is pretty much blank except for a few cities that the flight master refuses to take me anywhere near. That really doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, but nonetheless, it looks like I’ll have to be doing this thing on foot. And going, um... “north.” I’m totally going to get lost, aren’t I?

Yeah, it happens really fast, actually. As long as I stick to the roads and avoid the weird rascally bogart things, I seem to be fairly safe though... so much for all that Emerald Nightmare whatever. Y’know, if I had to guess, I’d say like forty other adventurers probably already dealt with that months ago, so I’m sure I’m fine. Actually it’s really nice. Just a nice walk.

The low forests start to get a little more hilly, the trees themselves getting even larger until they dominate the ecosystem in strange groves, creating barriers between different areas and forcing me to stick to the road... until the road vanishes, anyway. Well, either it vanished or I totally lost it once it started getting dark out. One of those two things. It’s still pretty though, with soft, alluring lights floating and sifting through the air, encouraging me onward into the deeper, mistier forest in search of I really have no clue what. Valeera said I’d know the staff when I saw it, but I’m getting more worried that I won’t ever see it.

Plus, looking for druids here is like looking for a needle in a stack of other needles that may or may not be the needle you’re looking for. I keep waiting to see one that stands out in some way -- like one that’s female, and holding a staff that I’ll know when I see, but so far she’s nowhere to be found. I blame not being far enough north.

Darkness descends further and the moon glows brighter, and as I keep walking onward (kicking myself for not bringing a mount from the stable like a damn amateur), I start to feel a stirring down below, signalling that midnight is approaching. It’s actually kind of convenient in places like this, where day and night feel so blurry, to have an internal clock... but I do really wish it wasn’t quite as intimate of a clock as it is. For whatever reason this curse or spell or whatever is on me, growing a dick for twelve hours out of every day can be very distracting.

With that cover of deeper darkness, though, the hazy green and white twinkles of Val’sharah begin to grow a bit more vibrant, more sinister, shimmering outlines of deep crimson starkly standing out against the black and deep, dark green of the rest of the forest. I have no idea where the road is at this point, and even the path I’d been following seems to have faded into a featureless, if crisp, forest floor.

I check my compass for a moment, making sure I’m still going in the right direction. North, for sure. Yeah. So I’m doing okay, I think? Unless I passed wherever I was supposed to be...

Sighing through my nostrils, I start to wonder if the Uncrowned sent me here specifically to get lost and never find my way back. If that was their intention then they’re sure doing a competent job of it. Good plan, guys. Ten out of ten. I’m lost.

A sound of slithering from behind and around me draws my attention, my hooves sinking into the loamy soil beneath as I pause to listen. Slithering or... like something extending, reaching out? I glance to the side, then turn a little more, and the culprit becomes very readily visible -- those strange red plants are now blooming, massive, piercing flowers opening up and then extending long vines, each of them heading towards me in a directly confrontational manner... and moving forward from all angles.

I turn, scrambling to get my footing, which isn’t easy in the forest when you have hooves (we draenei may be natural climbers, but things get trickier when you’re on a bed of leaves and soft soil). I stumble but catch myself a little, balancing myself with my tail and desperately moving in the direction I was already going, as it appears to be the only thing resembling a clear path.

It isn’t. The trees themselves seem to converge on me as if driven by some dark magic, branches moving to block my path as more of those huge flowers open, basking me in reddish light, vines coming at me from every angle. Unavoidable, inescapable.

I don’t quite have enough time to wonder what they want with me before they show me, immediately starting to coil around my ankles and wrists, one larger one starting to wrap itself, lash by lash, around my waist. I struggle against it, try to push back, but it’s proving to be of no use whatsoever -- they’re lean but they’re strong, and at this point they’re starting to lift me completely off of the ground, binding me, stealing any kind of point of leverage or vantage that I might have tried to seize.

Things get even more obvious, though, when the long, strange vines begin to pry at the dark leather uncasing me, stripping it away with astounding inefficiency as they peel away strips of armor, shredding pieces of it entirely and tossing them aside, baring my arms, legs, stomach, breasts... then finally tearing away the covering on my second half, exposing my backside and causing my midnight-special to pop out, half-hard of its own accord from the rough handling. I’ve seen enough of those pervy goblin cartoons to know exactly where this is going, and while the tendrils seem momentarily confused by my current downstairs “configuration,” they aren’t set back for long.

They’re strange, though, not really like vines -- instead of being hard and woody, their flesh is soft and textured, more like that of a young leaf, and pleasantly cool to the touch. They slide around my now naked body, sending shivers of violated excitement through me as they come from all angles, slithering between my boobs and then between my buttcheeks, more of the slick, fleshy tendrils wrapping snugly around my chest and hips to squish them together. As naughty as is may be, I can’t hold back a little moan of excitement. I never said I was a prude, after all, and while I’d prefer a choice in the matter my body doesn’t always care... the slim, strong tentacles binding around me, immobilizing, violating me is getting me pretty fucking hot.

I feel one press against my lips, gentle at first, then insistent until it slips into my mouth and immediately down my throat, causing me to gasp through my nose and splutter awkwardly. Fortunately it’s fairly slim and quite pliable, so taking it down isn’t even as difficult as sucking a normal dick might be. The other vines are getting insistent as well, sliding back and forth between my boobs and buttcheeks, though the later tentacles start getting a little more inquisitive. The tip tucks in a little bit on each push-through, grinding and dragging itself against my asshole with each shift upward, making me tremble with naughty pleasure. Not that I’m, um... into that, or anything. Though it does seem to little get more sensitive when Li’l Jaeya comes out to play at midnight.

Breathing in deeply through my nose, I let my eyes drift shut and just enjoy the feeling of being suspended, floating in midair as the tentacles hold me aloft, strangely ignoring my girlcock but starting to fuck my throat and tits more vigorously. The tendrils have an almost fruity taste, the strange, sticky moisture that coats them just a little bit sweet as I coil my tongue around the long appendage still drilling its way into my mouth. I’m at full stiffness now whether I asked for this or not, my quest in Val’sharah all but forgotten as I give myself in to the tentacles that are having their way with me... and getting a bit bolder, as well.

The one that had been grinding and thrusting itself against my anus seems to have figured itself out now, prodding more fully against my snug blue hole. The tip of it slides back just a little, showing off a tiny slit at the end that splurts forth a little jet of sticky fluid, coating my little hole and rubbing forcefully against it, then twisting to corkscrew its way up my butt, making its way inside smoothly but deeply. I let out a spluttered gasp around the tentacle in my mouth, sucking in breath through my nose as the slim, slippery appendage starts to slowly thrust in and out, easy at first, getting to know the landscape as it uses me.

I spasm a little as it starts sliding in deeper, using the slickness to pick up its pace, still twisting its way in and out of me to properly stretch and mould my insides around it -- apparently being filled up with an enormous troll cock just yesterday wasn’t quite enough to have me ready for it, but it’s figuring things out now. All of the tentacles now appear to be matching the pacing of their thrusts, immersing me in a foggy, delicious world of thrusting and pumping and squirming as they drill my throat, tits, and ass, my stiff cock neglected and bobbing up and down in the cool forest air as the scarlet flower-tendrils fuck me senseless for no apparent reason. At this point, though, I’m not really asking questions.

Squirming and writhing pleasantly against the tendrils suspending me, I’m shaken away from the building excitement inside of me by a sound, my eyes opening to get a quick glance at my surroundings again. There she is -- it can only be her. She’s amazing; tall, kaldorei, her skin a shade of rosy pink, her silky, ocean-green hair worn shoulder-length and held in check with a simple band. It’s easy to guess that she’s the druid I’m looking for, with her dark, commanding presence and the staff that she holds, a massive length of crimson wood with twisted scarlet blossom at the end, almost like she’s holding an enormously long-stemmed rose. Valeera was right... I’d know it when I saw it, and that has to be the staff I’m looking for. Unfortunately, I’m in no sort of position to try to steal it, and I have nothing resembling the element of surprise.

“What’s this?” the druidess whispers, licking her lips and drawing closer to me, tilting her head to the side. “A fly caught in the spider’s web. So precious. And so...” her eyes drift downwards, looking at the stiff, neglected shaft between my thighs. “...Unique.”

“Uh, thanks,” I gasp as the tentacle slides out of my throat, wincing and then letting out a little squeak of surprise as the vines seem to respond to her presence, tilting me, then turning me completely, lowering me so that I’m facing her at eye-level... and then spreading my legs apart, tentacles still roughly fucking my tits and ass as I’m splayed out for her. “Y-you, uh, come here often?”

“Cute,” the druidess grins, drawing a little closer to me and setting her staff on the petals of one of the large crimson blossoms, examining me more closely, every little squirm and yelp of my naked, spread-eagled body as the tentacles have their way with me. One hand slides a little lower to grip snugly around my cock, only squeezing at first, then taking a few investigatory strokes. “And interesting. What are you doing here, strange draenei?”

“O-oh, y’know,” I wince, pausing to let out a sharp moan as I feel another tendril prodding against me from below, prying its slick, tapered tip against my anus in an unignorable threat to join its fellow. It’s not in quite yet, but something tells me it will be soon. “Just... t-taking a... nnnaghh...! ...Walk through the... nngh... forest... you?”

She smiles again. She’s pretty, actually -- beautiful even -- but her predatory gaze has me on edge, as does her almost painfully tight grip on my dick. “This grove belongs to me. Making you a trespasser.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Apologies will not be necessary. My friends already control you, and you are mine... not to mention, so very promising.” There isn’t even a hint of suspicion or unease in her voice, and she even had the gall to set her staff down -- was I really perfect for this job, after all? Is she really not threatened in the least, no clue that I’m a thief who’s come to take her strange artifact? “I wonder how potent your little ‘addition’ is.”

“I really dunno, I haven’t, like, measured my... potency, or anything...” I wince again, then let out a strained gasp as that second tentacle joins its friend with a deep, smooth thrust, leaving me thanking the Naaru that they’re well-lubricated and relatively slim. Still, two tentacles double-penetrating my asshole isn’t really something I saw in my future when I woke up this morning.

“Wonderful,” the druidess says, drawing a little closer now -- pressing her chest to mine so that our breasts squish firmly against one another. “Then I shall have the honor of being the first to measure it.” She smirks, nibbling my lower lip lightly before drawing back again, starting to slip away the skimpy, viny robes that she was previously clad in. It happens all at once in a single gesture, like the robes were made by design to simply slide away, and now they expose her remarkable figure.

She’s slim, a little slimmer than I am, her body is toned and athletic but her boobs are outstanding, perky and firm while still being somewhat on the largish side. The narrow slit between her thighs is cutely small and a little bit puffy, but for the moment she seems to have different plans, getting down on her knees in front of me and (seemingly mentally) commanding the tentacles binding me to lower my body a little bit.

“So I guess we aren’t gonna talk about this at all?” I murmur anxiously, and she shakes her head.

“Does the spider discuss terms with the fly?” The druidess whispers up at me, taking a long, gentle lick along the side of my cock, making me spasm with pleasure -- the tentacles are still driving me crazy and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold back if she keeps teasing me like this. It’s unfair, really. Then again, she doesn’t seem to be particularly interested in fair. “It does not... and neither do I.”

“Out of, um, curiosity, who exactly are you again?” I think the honestly of my statement catches her off-guard. She blinks, tilts her head. Like the fact that I would even ask such a thing proves my innocence in this situation. Whether or not that ignorance is going to save my life or not I don’t yet know.

She sits up on her knees, softly kissing my flat stomach and looking up to me, slowly squeezing those amazing boobs of hers around my cock, making me gasp out weakly. It takes her a moment of contemplation, but she does answer. “I am Alaniel, nothing more,” she whispers, licking the tip of my cock gently before willing one of the many tentacles surrounding me to once again cram itself past my lips, sliding down my throat and silencing me once more. “In time, you may learn the significance of that. But for now, my children and I will have our fun with you.”

The druidess -- Alaniel, apparently -- widens her almost psychotic grin as she squeezes her tits more firmly around my girlthing, starting to pump them more firmly up and down along my length. The tendril-vines seem to mimick her, adapting to her pacing and matching it, taking on her steady-yet-playful rhythm as they have their way with my throat, tits, and asshole.

“Mmph...! Mmn, mrrmm!!” I try to squeal out, but there’s no use with a big, slippery tentacle drilling back and forth down my throat, totally muffling my voice and making me have to struggle to breathe, gasping in air through my nostrils. Alaniel only grins, starting to shift her boobs up and down along my aching cock faster and faster, showing no mercy. I’m not sure what to do -- I can’t hold on much longer without cumming and I’m afraid that whatever I do might make the elf woman angry. I’m pretty much at her mercy, after all, whether I like it or not.

But as I look down to see the tip of my cock peeking out from between her firm, slick cleavage, only to vanish back into it once more, I reach the point where I cannot put mind over matter... where any will to hold back is simply not sufficient to stop me from exploding, jolts of pleasure sizzling across my skin every second and a deep, aching pressure starting to form in my lower abdomen. I would have screamed out with ecstasy if I could have, but I can’t, just spasming wildly instead as my girlcock throbs and twitches, my anus clenching down hard around the pair of tentacles invading it, causing them to push harder and faster, unwilling to give up any traction.

Each harsh spasm and twitch shoots a thick bolt of spunk upwards, some of it getting caught in the tight valley of Alaniel’s cleavage but more shooting into the sky, raining down on the both of us... and mostly on the druidess herself, who gives me something of an annoyed look as I completely drench her in my hot cum. That look of annoyance changes after a moment, though -- to one of realization, and then one of excitement. “My my,” she purrs, swiveling her tits back and forth along my throbbing, twitching dick to thoroughly coat them in my warm cream. “I guess your... potency... is greater than either of us suspected. How lovely.”

“Mmmph.”

She sighs, and the tentacle down my throat slides free of my mouth, giving me a parting gift in the way of a thick splatter of pale, viscous fluid not unlike semen that covers my face and gets in my mouth. “What was it you wanted to say?”

“Just, um, thanks,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath and tilting my head out of the way as another tentacle immediately starts to rub against my lips insistently. “That was like, cool, and felt really good. Like with your boobs and stuff, and the vines. It was pretty hot.”

“Attractive and perverse,” Alaniel grins, pulling up to press back against me, creating a new valley between the two of our breasts to squeeze around the tentacle between us, which starts thrusting more restlessly. She coos, kissing my lips softly, yet dominantly, giving me the compliment while not letting my forget that I’m completely under her control. A flicker of thought crosses her features, and her glance turns back to the tentacles around me. With a small nod, and a gesture of her will, the crimson vines start to retract and reposition me.

I let out a little groan of relief as the two tendrils in my backside slide free of me, each pumping a little present inside of me before restracting completely. A few more vines move away as well, freeing up more of my body but locking tightly around my wrists and ankles, lowering me to the forest floor and laying me down onto my back, anchoring me there, helpless.

“Much better,” the druid grins, licking her lips as she looks down at my nude, prone figure, my girlcock still standing up and at attention, having not yet come down from the highs of ecstasy -- once the curse takes hold it isn’t so easily dismissed. She straddles me a little, spreading her thighs and sitting down in my lap, pressing her wet slit against my aching thing, gently at first, then a little more insistently. After a moment she’s slowly grinding into it, spreading her own juices over me to get me even more lubricated, purring contently in anticipation. “Now hold still, little lost draenei. If you ruin this for me I can make things much, much worse for you.”

She lifts her weight a little, pressing her slick, velvety lips down around the crest of my dick and slowly sinking down onto it, letting out a soft croon of pleasure. “Right now you’re... nngh... in my good graces, you’d do best to keep it that way.”

I’m not really sure why she feels the need to threaten me, since I haven’t really been resisting... but I nod at her, perfectly willing to play the part of the submissive. The worst is already behind me and I got off on it, now it’s just a little bit of bondage and sex with a hot elf woman. What’s the worst that can happen, really?

I shudder and let out a little moan of my own as she sinks down, taking me nice and deep inside of her, her warm walls closing down tightly around me. She’s clearly experienced, and aroused at that, but nonetheless having a little trouble with my sheer size. Her pussy contours to fit me inside of it, clamping down snugly as she starts to roll her hips up, lifting her weight before sitting back down firmly in my lap. I’m afraid to move or try to thrust back, and right now I think that’s the best way to handle this situation -- she has things under control and it seems like she wants to keep them that way for the moment.

She lets out a soft, husky moan and shifts back down -- she’s got a rhythm going now, moving a little faster, getting used to me. The vines have a tight grip on me and don’t let me move in the slightest, but I have plenty to keep me preoccupied... both the feeling of her slick slit sliding up and down around me, gripping tight and already moving my overstimulated curse-cock towards another climax, and the sight of those remarkable, cum-splattered tits of hers bouncing cutely with each downward thrust.

“F-fuck...” I whimper out, letting out a little moan. I twitch slightly, a small jolt of excitement causing my hips to move up to meet Alaniel’s -- and the vines tighten, stretching my arms out a little, just enough pain to remind me of my place. I wince, gritting my teeth and then letting out a soft moan. She’s going even faster now, those silver eyes of hers getting even more hazy as she throws her head back, letting out a heated moan of pleasure as she takes me, uses me. I’m starting to find I don’t mind getting used, and there’s a feeling of value that comes from the sensation of her walls clenching down around me, her twitches of pleasure getting more frequent and more intense.

Alaniel places one foot firmly beside me and tilts her weight back a little, pinning one arm to my other side and starting to go faster, harder, a thin sheen of sweat starting to slick her body as she slams up and down, a hot wail of pleasure leaving her lips again. For a moment she leans close, and I think she’s going to kiss me -- but she doesn’t. Maybe that would relinquish her power... I try not to think about it too hard, nor really can I, too very much distracted by the sight of her blush figure riding up and down hungrily on top of me, the blissful slapping of her backside slamming down into my lap with each deep thrust of my aching cock into her tight, soaked elf pussy.

Our screams of climactic pleasure echo out simultaneously and this time we do kiss, her lips meeting mine as her hips slam down, drilling herself on my shaft as deeply as she can, convulsing around me with intense orgasm as I show her the full extent of my “potency,” burst after burst of thick spunk shooting inside of her, hot and uncontrolled and irresponsibly deep, filling her with my seed. I have no idea if it will take hold or not, if she has some kind of protection or if this was her plan all along, but I don’t have a choice in the matter so ultimately there’s no point in worrying about it. Just pleasure and explosion, and our bodies meeting.

“YES!!”

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Maybe being a part of the Uncrowned won’t be so bad after all. I mean, to be fair, I’ve only been here for two days, fucked seven different people (albeit most of them in one sitting), gotten off more times than I can count, and even slipped away with the staff while Alaniel was sleeping.

I had to leave my clothes and weapons behind, which may be problematic for the trip back, but I did get the staff....