by Wes Havoc
Cleo curved her fingers around her sword. Doing no sudden movements, she unsheathed the sword, holding it up beside her. Her chest rose and fell with anticipation. She watched, waiting. If she attacked the tentacles, would the monster attack her some other way? Or was it better for her to wait for it to reveal its true form so she could kill it then?
The tentacle on her left leg pulled very gently to a side instead of inside the river. The other tentacle ran slowly up her calf, soaking her knee in slime before circling around her thigh. Though the body of the tentacle was rather thick, as thick as her leg, the tip tapered to something the thickness of two joined finger.
Said tip ran up the inner side of her leg, exactly the leg exposed by the slit in her skirt. The coldness set out goosebumps on her flesh. Cleo frowned down at the tentacle as it reached for her crotch, as the wet finger covered the slit of her cunt.
What kind of animal was that?
She shivered violently as the tentacle forced her lips open and pressed itself over her clit. In the most tortuous action, the oily finger moved up and down over the knot of nerves.
Her jaw dropped as she felt the other tentacle pulling her leg a little wider apart. The clutch on her sword loosened up.
The tip of the tentacle probed her clit, the slime making it slide easily over her. The sensation sent waves of pleasure rocking over her with such intensity she flushed. After a moment, the tentacle changed its motion to circle around the swollen clit.
A moan escaped Cleo’s lips.
She didn’t care.
The tentacle holding her leg found the hem of her skirt and slid under it. Like the first, it slowly went up the inside of her thigh. Cleo pressed both her hands back, tilting her hip up. The tentacle slid almost under her, the thinner tip finding her crotch, her lower lips, then the entrance to her vagina. She felt it teasing on her entrance, the slime mingling with her own dripping juices.
Cleo let her mouth drop open, a long moan escaping her as her eyes dropped shut.
She was going to kill this creature. As soon as it made her cum.
Which wasn’t going to take long at all. The delicious motion around her clit changed from circling to sliding up and down. With the oil around the tendril, no lubrication was needed. Meanwhile, the other tentacle pressed against her until it slid inside her cunt. Cleo sighed, her head dropping back in sheer pleasure. It slid in and out of her, very slowly in the beginning and not deep at all. Her cunt uttered sounds that proved how wet she was.
Cleo wanted to tell the monster to go deeper. Faster. Harder.
The rhythm over her clit picked up, and soon she was bucking against the tentacle. Completely unabashed, she whimpered, cried, moaned with that pleasure. The lust building up inside of her after she’d been licked by a werewolf, after she had to suck a goblin, after two men had touched her in public… And she liked it. She did. She knew it.
Lust pooled deep inside of her, warming her from inside out. She approached the edge as the tentacle inside her cunt pressed deeper, deeper, stretching her as it got wider.
She was close. So very close.
The water wetting her feet was cold.
She jolted. Her inner muscles clenched in surprise.
When did she get this close to the river? Her feet touched the water.
Gasping, Cleo’s hand tightened against around the sword. The circles around her clit became harder and waves of pleasure still stretched to her, suffocating her. But the monster was pulling her in.
Into the river.
It was drowning its victims after all.
Cleo pulled back. The tentacles tightened their grasp around her thighs. The one inside of her pressed harder, a strangled gasp leaving her as it pulled out and pressed in again. Her clit was persistently being probed and she wanted to release, she wanted it so desperately.
She rose the sword and slashed the tentacle holding her right leg first. The other pulled out from inside of her with a wet pop and dove back inside the river. Water rippled with the motion.
Cleo pulled back, not caring about removing the tentacle from around her leg. She held her sword tight with both hands, her breath coming out in heaves.
Was the monster about to attack? Was it mad because she severed an arm out?
But she watched a gentle wave form, swimming up against the current. The monster was clearly running away, up the river. Into the cave.
Breathing hard, Cleo let her head fall back again. How stupid she had been, risking her life over lust once more. She pulled the wet thing from around her thigh and threw it on the river, cleaning the slime on the grass.
Though her clit still throbbed, so, so very close from release, she got up in shaky legs and decided she first would end this. Then, she’d find a way to unleash all that horniness away.
4
With unsure footing, Cleo walked up the river, sword in hand. She stared straight at the cave entrance, her whole focus on killing this creature.
Cleo’s long legs were covered in monster slime. It glued to her skirt and spilled down her thighs. She’d get into the river to wash if there was no monster prowling around.
Gritting her teeth in rage, she kept her eyes open for rippling waves that indicated it came back for her.
The goo between her thighs made the rubbing of her labia on her clit the most delicious thing. But every shot of pleasure running through her veins was immediately drowned by the hatred she felt toward this monster.
She could now clearly imagine it - though she wouldn’t tell that to no one. Ever.
The missing girls were around that part of the forest doing a number of different things - picking fruits or hunting or traveling from one place to the other. They probably heard the river from the road and entered the sparse forest thinking they wouldn’t get lost. They would just go to the river, drink some water, refresh themselves. Absolutely expected.
Then the monster would reach for them. That tentacled creature probably lived there for some time already, for it managed to learn. It wouldn’t just reach for the prey and drag them into the river. They would scream, possibly some companion would come after them and slash at the creature.
The creature hadn’t had that many arms to be chopped off every time it wanted to eat. It had to think of a solution.
A trap.
So it lured the girls in, as carnivore plants did.
The tentacles possibly made these girls feel so much pleasure they didn’t notice they were being dragged until it was too late. If Cleo didn’t have a sword, she would be at the bottom of the river now. Or inside the monster’s stomach.
The girls were too distracted by cumming to notice they were about to be gobbled up. When they did, it was already too late, even to call for help.
Cleo and her adventurer status, her gold coins and her nice sword and all her dreams and goals barely escaped being eaten by a hands-on river-octopus. That pissed her off.
Being used pissed her off.
As a princess, she had had lessons on how to please a man. To enrage her father and perhaps escape an arranged marriage, she let a hot guard pinch her nipples and stick his cock in her. It had been almost alright, besides the pain and discomfort.
Of course, she had already touched herself. But that was never taught to her, neither spoken of. A woman feeling pleasure, she learned, was to be frowned upon.
Since she left the palace and started traveling and fighting, she had learned many things, especially about herself. And the lesson which surprised her the most was how horny she was. How easily she would get wet. How needy she felt.
And she thought it was wrong. For that’s what she’d been told.
But she’d also been told she was useless because of her sex, and the only thing she could do was getting married and bearing children.
And she learned that was a lie. An outrageous lie.
She could fight and save people, and she was making her own money as an adventurer.
Her mind pinpointed on killing that creature and finding a way to release all that horniness that had grown inside her. She was taking control of herself.
The cave was close enough Cleo could see its dark interior. Carefully and the most silent she could manage, she stepped around some rocks and approached the entrance through a side. She peeked at the inner space but, obviously, there was nothing in sight. No huge squid lurking on the shadows. No other monsters or whatever horror image she expected.
Clutching the hilt of her sword, tipping it up, she entered the place. She stepped on rocks and dark sand, her footprints the only trail in the place. The light dimmed around her as she roamed deeper, walking along the margin of the river. It looked like a dark beach now, the water lapping up at the sand, lazily.
The end of the cave was not that far. It was a small place, though the ceiling was quite high. The temperature dropped slightly in the shade, the sound of water dripping from high places into the river the only thing reaching her ears.
It seemed even the river had quieted down.
Cleo knew she had to think of an approach. A strategy. There was no way she would enter the water. She already risked too much entering the creature’s lair. She wouldn’t enter its element.
Wiggling her way between the rocks, choosing the safest places to step on, Cleo approached the back wall. It glistened in the dim light with water dripping down. Here was the place the river was born.
And here was also the place she’d set her trap. From the margin to the wall, the strip of sand was wide enough for her to fight in solid ground. For her to back away and lure the creature out of the water. The beach was shallow enough in here too.
The creature would have to leave the water.
And that’s when she’d struck it.
Cleo picked up a couple of small rocks from around her feet. She gave them enough impulse to gently roll over the sand and drop into the river with a plop.
Water rippled. Small waves reached the tips of her feet.
She took some steps away and repeated the action, the grasp around her sword firm.
Something moved near the surface of the water. Tiny waves reached her feet again.
She clutched the sword in front of her with both hands. Ready or not, the creature was coming for her.
She needed the tentacles to leave the water enough that she could cut them high up. Cutting their tips wouldn’t disable them and she’d end up making the creature attack her harder, enraged. She had to know the precise moment to act.
It first seemed like the water itself developed a conscience. A dark arm reached out, gliding toward her from the river’s edge.
One tentacle revealed itself, tortuously gliding in her direction. With her heart beating in her ears, she let it curl around her right ankle. It didn’t grasp her, as it didn’t before, so it perhaps didn’t notice it was her again. Perhaps the creature just reacted to its hunger.
Another tentacle reached out, curling smoothly around her left foot and up it slid, around her calf and knee, leaving that cold slime on her shivering skin.
Breaking the surface, the top of the creature’s head poked out of the water. But Cleo wanted a clearer shot. She took two more steps back.
The tentacles followed her movement, not pulling, not hurting, not yet.
Just a little more, she told herself as the first tentacle reached her crotch and covered her clit with its thin, wet tip. The other curled around her thigh and went up to probe between her labia. Standing up, it was easier for it to find her entrance and tease at it.
Cleo shivered. Her clit hadn’t had the time to relax. It was yet swollen when she entered the cave. Now, those slick fingers massaging it just made liquid fire run in her veins.
Though she focused, trying to keep rage as her guide, the muscles of her cunt were not completely under her control. Not when she needed it so bad. Not when she wanted to cum all over those tentacles.
She could feel her tits tightening. The knots of her nipples hardening with desire. With lust.
Her muscles practically sucked the tentacle in after the first inch entered her. She gasped, her eyes threatening to close with the overwhelming feeling, but the fingers around the hilt of her sword never loosened. The cold metal kept her present.
Clenching her jaw, she forced herself to take another two steps back, until she could feel the water dripping down the wall splashing on her back. The tentacles followed her, but the grasp around her legs tightened this time. Enough to make her ankles press against the sand to keep herself in place.
The creature’s head popped further up the water. A set of dark, beady eyes glinted in the darkness.
It didn’t look neither as an octopus nor as a squid. With the movement, a bigger wave, though yet small, crashed on the sand. It brought a white rock with it, rolling up from the river to drop sideways on the sand. Cleo blinked at it twice.
It wasn’t a rock.
It was a human skull.
Her muscles clenched tightly against her will. She gasped with the sensation, but the rage, this time, won. Her blood boiled. She took the first step, then the next, and she knew she was roaring like an animal.
The tentacle over her clit was still trying to make her reach an orgasm when she cut it off.
It dropped from her cunt, hitting her other leg before it fell, squirming on the ground for a moment before it came to stop. She had severed it the furthest she could and the amputated member was quickly drawn back inside the water. The other tentacle popped out from inside of her with a wet sound and withdrew too, leaving her strangely empty.
Breathing hard, she opened her eyes wide, waiting, waiting for what the creature would do.
The monster rose its whole head out of the river, water cascading down from the sides of its head. A dark mouth, full of jagged, sharp-as-knives teeth, opened, spitting water everywhere.
Cleo breathed hard, and a grin tilted up her lips. The thing was fucking mad.
A tentacle shot out of the water at unbelievable speed. Cleo ducked away out of pure instinct. It hit the back wall with a satisfying thud.
She wasn’t as lucky with the second and third tentacles.
How many tentacles did this thing have?
Those two appendages reached for her legs as curled around them tightly. She tried to take a step back but it was too strong. It pulled her with amazing strength, compelling her to walk forward if she didn’t want to fall.
She couldn’t fall. She’d be doomed if she lost her balance.
So Cleo took her chance and rose her sword high, a yell climbing up her throat.
The third tentacle reached her and curled around her hips. She aimed at it. She’d cut all those tentacles down, leaving the creature without a way to attack her and then,… Then she could try to get into the water and kill it for good.
The two tentacles around her legs plucked her clear out of the floor. Her feet were not touching sand any longer. She gasped, swallowing her yell, clutching her sword for dear life. She waited for the fall, for the drop, but it didn’t come. The third tentacle kept her in place as the other two lifted her legs up, up.
She faced the wall now, upside down, and she knew the creature waited for the snack to drop down its throat anytime now. She batted her skirt away from her face, her nakedness completely exposed to the cold air.
Cleo lifted the sword and, amassing all her strength, bent her knees to try and bring her closer to the tentacles around her legs. She’d cut them up, then cut the one around her…
Quickly, as if it had noticed, the tentacles curled higher around her legs. A tiny part of her waited to the delicious touch on her clit, but it didn’t come.
One of the turgid tips slipped right inside of her cunt. She gasped and kicked, trying to get it out of her. The tip slid out and then in again, and out and in with increasing speed. D
eeper it went, filling her with its widening girth.
The other ignored her clit completely as it slid between her ass cheeks. Her heart beat even faster.
“No!” She cried to no one. The tentacle on her ass seemed to produce so much more slime than the others. She could feel it running down her back. The tip probed her anus, making her gasp. “No, no, I’ve never done that!”
She was still being fucked by the first tentacle when the second slipped its thin tip inside her ass. She cried out. It slid out and in again, slowly, stretching her inch by inch.
It filled her to such extent she never imagined possible. Her mind grew foggy.
The member on her ass drew further inside, stretching her until she cried out again, beautiful, blissful pain mixed with indescribable pleasure.
Around her waist, the tentacle slid toward her tits and tried to press against her nipples.
Though her tits were dangerously close to popping out in this position, she grinned at the tentacle having difficulties to access her. “I was prepared, you fucker,” she snarled.
The tentacle stopped and drew back. For a moment, she thought she had won that one and prepared to lift her sword again.
But the insistent thing found the hem of her tight corset and slid under it, exactly where the cords weren’t fully closed. It forced its way up, sliding easily over her belly and between her tits.
She expected it to try and reach for her nipples but it seemed to have given up on that idea. It bottomed up in the tight space between her tits. Cleo looked at it, doubtfully, too close to her face.
Cleo first noticed it definitely looked like a human cock.
The head was swollen, then it tapered before it started to get wider again. A slit on the tip and popping veins on its side completed the look perfectly. She wanted to laugh. She would’ve laughed if the tentacle didn’t shoot out straight to her open mouth.
Cleo’s gasp was muted by the cock-tentacle fucking her mouth. It hit the back of her throat a number of times, making her gag a couple of times before she locked her breathing, shutting her eyes.
A tentacle fucked her pussy raw, and another filled her ass. Her legs stretched out, she was exposed for anyone who entered the cave. The one fucking her mouth moved so her tits were also being fucked. Cleo was at complete mercy of this creature.