by M. R. Greer
It was dark now that the moon had set. She twisted and turned, trying to see if anything was nearby. All she could see were shadows, and they told her nothing. She tugged at the rope. The iron ring jangled against the stone pillar.
The night was stiflingly still. The air didn’t move a whisper, and even the crickets had stopped their song. The elf tuned her ears, listening with all her might to the silence. She heard a faint sound, like dry leaves rustling.
Larinna glanced up toward the night sky above her and screamed. Dark tentacles waved and twisted overhead like shadowy snakes silhouetted against the starry sky. The rustling was all around her now. She shrank back against the stone pillar, shivering with fear.
The Keeper had come to claim its woman.
Her instinct was to run, but the rope bound her. Her heart pounded like drums in her ears. She clung to the pillar with terror. Maybe it would pass over her, she thought desperately.
But the thing was here for only one reason: it wanted her.
Black tentacles slithered across the stone toward her feet. The tentacles were covered in tiny suckers that glowed pale green in the darkness. Those little mouths opened and closed hungrily as the stalks slithered toward her.
She screamed, but her voice came out hoarse and ineffective.
The tentacles would have been beautiful, if they hadn’t been so terrifying. They almost shimmered in the darkness. They undulated in a supple dance, moving slowly and gracefully toward her. They sounded like dry leaves rubbing together as they moved, and she heard a strange crackling noise as well.
Larinna pressed her back against the pillar. She was a sacrifice. She’d understood this for a while, although now the reality of her situation struck home.
A tenuous feeler slithered lightly over her foot and she recoiled. Goosebumps rippled over her skin. She lashed out with her leg, trying to kick the tentacle away, but it nimbly wrapped itself around her ankle. The thing was softer than she’d expected against her skin, but cold and foreign.
Larinna screamed and struggled, trying to wrench her ankle away from its grip. Instead of fighting her, it coiled swiftly around her leg with a rattle like dry leaves. Larinna pulled back, but the tender tip of the tentacle wound around her thigh in an instant, and nestled provocatively into the crevice between her furry mound and her pale thigh. The tip was covered with tiny feelers like mini-tentacles, and they writhed and tickled next to her sensitive sex.
The tentacle squeezed her thigh – hard! Larinna sucked in her breath at its strength. She felt the tiny suckers attach to her skin and begin to suckle. She shrieked – not from fear this time, but because the suckers tickled mercilessly on her sensitive flesh. The elf clamped her thighs together as tightly as she could, but it didn’t stop the tiny feelers from stimulating her labia.
She squirmed, trying to wriggle away, and felt panic rising in her chest.
She was afraid of the strength of the creature that held her leg. It could squeeze her to pulp, and she knew it. She tugged against the tentacle, but it wouldn’t budge. With her hands bound she couldn’t quite reach it to pry it away. She grunted and groaned as she fought, but the elf-maiden knew with a sinking feeling that it was a lost battle.
It would have her, whether she wanted it or not. What would it do to her, she wondered? – the thought scared her to death!
Those suckers on the tentacle continued to caress her thigh. She panted. It tickled on her skin. If the situation were different, the sensation would have been quite delightful. Then there were those tiny feelers wiggling tantalizingly close to her sex. They teased her, and her pussy tingled fiercely. She squirmed – it was a lot of stimulation on her flesh. She wanted to wriggle away, or perhaps to just give into the sensation. Part of her wanted to just go limp and let the beast do whatever it wanted. The thought of not fighting sounded blissful.
But fear and her warrior nature kept her body tensed for flight. Of course, there was nowhere to go. Larinna glanced around and saw waving tentacles surrounding her and creeping like shadows across the stones. She swore. It was like a swaying forest of trunks all around her, rattling and crackling and popping.
As if by invisible signal, more tentacles moved all at once toward her. One slithered up her other thigh, wrapping itself just as tightly and wriggling its tender head into the sensitive crease between thigh and pussy. She screamed as the suckers sealed onto her skin, beginning their ticklish kisses. The tentacles were unbelievably strong. Although she had her legs clamped closed, the snake-like tendril had no problem slithering between them.
Larinna whimpered at the strange sensations of those tiny feelers wriggling against her pink folds. They were cold on her skin, but their writhing caused heat to mount between her legs. She was already aroused from the after-effects of the goblin’s ointment, but the feelers tickled and tantalized her sex. She could feel herself gushing; hot, sticky and deliciously wet.
A tentacle wrapped itself around her waist. More twisted around her breasts, her arms. She yelped as she was lifted like a doll off the ground.
“Oh no,” she said to herself.
Her arms were yanked straight out from her body as the tentacles carried her up. She screamed, imagining that in a few moments her arms would be ripped right out of her sockets by the powerful creature. But more tentacles wrapped around the ropes that bound her and in seconds had snapped the cords like thread. She felt herself lifted high into the air. Larinna looked up and saw only night-dark treetops. She had no idea how high in the air she was.
She screamed, as much for the strangeness of her situation as out of fear. The tentacles were all over her, lifting her, wrapping her in their snapping, cold embrace. She felt helpless, like a doll. Suckers covered her skin and she whimpered as they began to ripple and sip at her flesh. It was like her entire skin was alive and tingling. The sensation was powerful and unavoidable. She’d never felt anything like it before in her life. She arched her back – or at least she tried, the tentacles bound her firmly – and gasped at the tingling across her entire body.
Somewhere in that timeless moment, Larinna lost her fear. It was drowned in pure pleasure. She felt like she was floating, carried unimaginably by something bigger than herself. She shivered with delight.
Suckers closed over her nipples and began to caress them. They stiffened unbelievably. Those little mouths were tender and strange. They had tiny prickles on the inside that didn’t hurt but seemed to awaken the flesh that they suckled. With her tits squeezed by the tentacles and her nipples nursed by those sucklers, Larinna found herself gasping uncontrollably.
“Oh gods,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck. Fucking fuck.”
Of course, the tentacles didn’t care about her moans or mumbles of delight. Still, they seemed to know what felt good to a woman. They pulled her arms behind her head, forcing the rest of her pale, lean body to elongate, and making the sensations almost unbearable along her skin. Larinna found herself laughing, wracked by pleasure and the ticklish little mouths. They turned her around and around in the air. She felt like she was flying.
Then all activity stopped. A tentacle that pillowed her head and had entwined itself in her golden hair pushed her head (none too gently) forward. Meanwhile, the tendrils that had her legs entrapped began to spread her slowly. They pushed her legs open, bending her knees, even posing her ankles. Larinna struggled, naturally resisting this strange manipulation. She gritted her teeth as she tried to fight, but the tentacles were incredibly strong and they posed her without trouble. Again she thought of the frightening strength of the tentacles – if they had wanted to they could have literally pulled her in two.
The elf panted as she was spread-eagled about as wide open as was physically possible. The tentacle nudged her head forward again and she grunted. It’s like she was being required to watch what was about to happen.
It was very dark – nearly dawn, she guessed. She could see very little, but she now heard a loud slapping noise like someone smacking their mouth. The tenta
cles that held her were still, almost rigid. It was as if they were anticipating something.
She held her breath and her heart pounded. Larinna had a terrible feeling that this was the end. She would die like this: spread eagled in a swamp swarmed by sexually-proficient tentacles.
A dark trunk rose between her parted legs. It was too dark to see, but it looked much larger than the other tentacles. It was making the loud smacking noises, and Larinna tensed; she was terrified of what it was going to do next.
A smaller tentacle touched her pussy. Larinna gasped. It was cold, but the touch felt incredible. It slid the length of her cunt, as if testing her heat and wetness. Once it seemed satisfied with that, it slid away.
Another smaller tentacle rose between her legs, swaying like a black snake. Larinna thought this one looked flat rather than round – although it was hard to tell in the darkness.
She screamed out as it slapped her pussy repeatedly.
“Oh shit!” she swore.
Smack, slap, crack! She yelled while it slapped her. It was surprising more than painful, but her tender flesh was definitely awake now. Larinna had the strange sensation that she was being prepped… for something.
The tentacle continued slapping her thighs and soft folds until she was tingling and stinging fiercely. Then it slipped away into the darkness. She gasped at the sensations flooding her sex. Her furrow throbbed and ached.
Larinna took a deep breath, regathering her composure.
She yelped and tried to wriggle away as a tentacle slipped between her ass cheeks. The eager tip quested for her asshole.
Larinna bit her lip. She tasted the tang of blood.
“Oh gods,” she gasped.
The tentacle found her puckered hole and slipped easily inside. It was dead cold and uncomfortable. Larinna winced at the pinch as it entered, then gaped in surprise as it snaked inside of her; it widened as it went deeper and stretched her asshole mercilessly. She gasped as her ass filled with pulsing, wriggling tentacle.
Larinna moaned. She’d never felt so helpless as she did in this moment. The creature that had entered her from behind had her completely at its mercy. There was nothing that she could do to change her fate – whatever might be in store for her. It could take her ass, her pussy, and anything else that it wanted.
The tentacle twitched inside of her and she cried out – it was such a surprising feeling, like having a snake up her butt. The initial discomfort was gone, and the shocking cold of the tentacle gradually faded. It was an utterly strange feeling to be possessed like this, but no longer unpleasant.
Unexpectedly, liquid gushed inside of her ass; the tentacle had released a dose of fluid inside of her. She cried out with surprise. It was thick and syrupy, and her ass was filled with it. She squirmed as the fluid dripped from her – the tentacle had pumped her full of it, whatever it was.
Larinna felt suddenly lightheaded. The world spun and every nerve-ending tingled. She sighed with relief and felt her body relax.
The next few minutes were a blur as the drug took hold of her. She had visions of herself being fucked up the ass by a gang of goblins, except they had tentacles where their erections should have been. She babbled and swore, and begged to be fucked by her captors. Then gradually she felt her mind cleared; she woke and became aware again of her surroundings.
The thick trunk-tentacle swayed between her legs. She moaned as the other tentacle pumped slowly in and out of her ass. The suckers all over her body began snapping and popping again, sending shivers over her skin. Larinna was sweating. She didn’t know if it was the serum in her ass or the warmth of the night – or her arousal – but she felt like a furnace blazed inside of her.
The tendril that held her head pushed her forward again, and her legs were spread as wide as before. She whimpered. It felt like she was about to be torn in half. Tender little stalks slithered on either side of her pussy, and pulled her labia apart.
It was time, she knew.
The stalk that swayed before her made a loud smacking sound. It bloomed like a black flower, the sides peeling back from the core. A pale, blue glow pulsated from the center of the stalk. Larinna was mesmerized by the sight of it. Inside it was gooey and foreign, and smelled faintly of fish. With a loud crackle, a bulging shaft pushed its way out of the oily interior. It was dark blue and had a large knob on the end that was at least the size of Larinna’s fist.
She looked at the strange, glowing phallus for a long moment before she realized what it was. Her eyes widened as the elf understood what she was in for. She sucked in her breath. The protuberance was huge. She realized that she was about to be fisted by a giant tentacle.
She struggled, but she was held tightly. Desperately, she tried to close her thighs, squeezing until the tendons stood out on her neck. The tentacles didn’t budge. Instead, she watched with horror as the giant cock inched toward her cunt.
Larinna’s breath was panicky. She was stuck, trapped. Her belly undulated with terror as the huge member nuzzled her spread flesh.
It entered her in one quick motion. She screamed as it filled her entire pussy. She stretched, and for a moment she thought she must burst. But instead it settled deeply into her tunnel, and the elf relaxed. It was big, but apparently also quite spongey. It fit nicely into her snatch and began to pump in and out. Larinna moaned. She’d never felt anything like it before. Certainly no man had filled her as pleasurably as this tentacle.
The large phallus smacked as it drove into her pussy. She watched it’s faintly glowing tip appear and disappear between her legs, leaving a trail of goo dripping from her cunt. Her belly rose and fell as it entered her – it was that big – and she was fascinated by the look of it. Fascinated enough that she’d almost forgotten the tentacle in her ass. She gasped as it also resumed snaking in and out of her.
The suckers that covered her skin smacked and popped, sending shivers across her. She moaned and arched her back, but the tentacles positioned her just how they desired. She was fucked rhythmically, each thrust pulling out only to drive back deeply into her pussy. She clenched her fists together as heat poured through her. Her pussy gushed and dripped with arousal. She gasped and groaned and bit her lip as the tentacles worked both of her holes.
Faster, faster they plunged into her. A man would have tired long ago, but the creature that fucked her was tireless. She shuddered and tensed. Her body was close to climax. Her clit ached to be touched. Larinna had never come without a finger on her bud, but she was damn close. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations thrumming through her body.
It didn’t matter that she was being fucked by a swamp creature: she wanted to come.
Slap, slap, smack. Her pussy oozed with hot desire. She took a deep breath and held it. Her chest was on fire and her pale skin was flushed. Gods, she wanted to come. She was so close…
The tentacle that had claimed her ass slipped suddenly out of her, making her cry out. The suckers across her skin suddenly clamped onto her almost painfully tightly. She yelled as they bit on her nipples. The phallus slapped faster, faster into her swollen folds. She gasped and whimpered as her whole body was claimed. The tentacle slipped back into her ass and she squirmed and groaned as it slithered deep inside of her again.
Then another burst of liquid squirted into her ass. It dripped out of her, down the shaft of the black tentacle. She cried out, felt the heady warmth of the drug return. Again she was flying. She yelled for the phallus to give her release. With each thrust she groaned.
Her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably. Larinna slipped over the edge into an orgasm so powerful she thought she might black out. She screamed and groaned as the spasms of pleasure rolled through her body. The phallus kept pounding her, and Larinna kept coming. She gasped and shook as the orgasms claimed her. One after another, until she was exhausted.
But the tentacles weren’t done with her. In and out, a symphony of wet, sexual noises, the tentacles had their way. Larinna wept with delight and exhaustion
. At one point she found herself laughing.
It was absurd. Her situation was beyond compare. Yet she’d never had a release like this before, and no man would ever bring her close to this pleasure again. She wept at the thought of it all.
The tentacles that held her began to shiver as the phallus pumped her faster and faster. Her cunt smacked deliciously as it fucked her. She knew with an animal instinct that it was about to come.
It drove deep to the heart of her soaking cunt and Larinna felt the powerful spasms as it unleashed inside of her. The seed gushed out, spilling over her thighs and her ass. She groaned, laughing, her thighs quivering as well. Gods it was a mess.
The phallus pumped her a few more times for good measure. Her pussy slopped with its seed. Then it withdrew, leaving a thread of ooze as it pulled away. The tentacle slipped out of her ass. She heard the loud smacking noises as the stalk folded itself protectively around its own genitalia once again.
Larinna found herself on the ground. Tentacles slithered away, leaving her panting on the mossy stone. She was warm, naked, and covered in syrupy goo. She trembled and slipped into a deep sleep.
* * *
The elf woke to find shafts of sunlight streaming through the trees – and that someone was between her legs. She snapped her eyes open. Her thighs were parted and she found a goblin between them, licking her syrupy pussy with his long, prickly tongue. She recognized the lead goblin who’d captured her.
Larinna wasn’t tied up anymore. She could have kicked him away, but she didn’t. Instead, she laid her head back onto a mossy stone and let him clean her utterly and completely with his rough tongue.
About M. R. Greer
I've always been fascinated with how people come together, explore their desires and find pleasure in their lives. Writing erotica gives me a way of sharing the intimacy of sexual fantasy with you.
One of my frustrations with mainstream fiction is that it so often skimps on the ‘good parts’. I guess that's why I enjoy erotica: what happens between the sheets is treated as the most important part of the story.