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Tentacle Peril! [Anick and Red-Scarlet]

Red-Scarlet

Red-Scarlet

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"Zaryah, are you sure that's an appropriate outfit?" Sarah asked her friend. Herself, she was dressed in her usual outfit-a loose tunic, perfect to be worn for moving quickly, and flowing pants. She stood about five and a half feet tall, her curves not quite hidden by her voluminous clothing. The two women were standing near the entrance to Aldhaven's sewer system. The local count, from the Drihv family, had put out a call for assistance. Something was in the sewers-strange noises had been heard, and there was even a missing worker.

Sarah stretched a little as she continued. "Maybe something you wouldn't mind getting dirty. I've got some clothes you can borrow, if you want to." She wasn't looking at the tiefling, with her eyes instead focused on the tunnel that was visible below. The water running through it wasn't particularly clean, but there was raised stone areas, so with luck, they might be able to avoid getting too dirty.
 
"Nah, don't worry, Sarah, I'm sure my clothes will be just fine"

She replied with a neutral tone, shifting her weight one one leg and throwing her hips to that side. The purple tiefling wore her usual: A white shirt, with a few buttons on her chest undone, letting some of her cleavage be seen. The sleeves where puffy, and went all the way to her wrists, her hands where gloved with black leather. On top of that she wore a reddish brown leather corset that highlighted her breasts. She also sported a pair of high waisted leather trousers that clung to her bottom like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. On top of that, she wore a pair of thigh-high heeled leather boots.

Zaryah sighed, and looked at the sewer entrance.

"Say, the count didn't say much about the monster, right?"

She asked while casting a spell. From her palm, an orb of purpleish light emerged, it would be helpful in the darkness below.
 
Sarah leaned back an impressively far distance before righting herself. "Nope. Funky smells-though apparently not as bad as the sewer stench itself-weird noises, and ominous bodings. Any chance you can link that orb to me? You've got a lot better vision in the dark than me." After waiting a few moments for Zaryah to do so if she could and was willing, she dropped down. Her landing was almost entirely silent, and she barely moved from the impact of the stone floor beneath. "Come on down! I can catch you. There's no way you'd be able to stick the landing in those shoes."

As she waited for her companion to descend, Sarah looked around. The sewer stretched off in both directions, the water largely stagnant. She couldn't see much without more light, so she also listened closely. But at that moment, there was nothing save the faint chitter of sewer rats, the occasional plop of something landing in the sewers, and the muted din from above.
 
"Sure, hold still for a moment"

The tiefling commanded the orb to float about five feet above the human's head, following her and creating a radius of light around her. She observed Sarah's stretches, waiting for her to spring into action. Zaryah watched her companion jump down, and then stood at the edge, leaning forwards a bit.

"Coming!"

The warlock replied, her voice echoing around Sarah. She took a deep breath, and jumped off, closing her eyes, and hoping for the best.
 
Zaryah fell into Sarah's waiting arms. One of Sarah's hands rested on the tiefling's ample posterior on the catch, and lingered just a few moments before depositing her friend on the ground. "You know I'd never let you fall. Thanks for the light-now let's move."

The count had informed them that it was the deeper portions of the sewers that had seen the most signs, and provided a woefully incomplete map to direct them. It was accurate for the first downward tunnel, but after that reality diverged considerably from the parchment. Sarah groaned a little. "Great. We need to be careful and keep track of which turns we take-my tomb is not going to be this stinky. Although, that said..."

She sniffed a little more. The reek of sewer water was still there, but another scent was present. Something less heinous. "You getting that, Zaryah?"
 
Zaryah felt the cushioned impact, then she felt Sarah's hand on her rear. A blush crept on her face, hidden by her skin tone. She got back on her feet, and drew her rapier from it's scabbard, and then she prepared a spell on her left hand, a small firebolt, ready to strike any would be dangers.

"Don't worry, i'll make sure to remember where we go from now, besides..."

She was then interrupted by Sarah's question, and started to sniff around aswell.

"It smells... Damp? Like a lot of wet leaves or, vines"

She looked around, using her superior eyesight to try and spot the source of it.

At that moment, Sarah heard a slither a few feet behind her.
 
She whirled around, dropping into a fighting stance. "Something's moving... Something besides us," she said. Her eyes traced the edges of the lit area carefully. "There's a lot of moss here. Maybe that's got something to do with it." She stepped back the way they had come, and the light followed. "There was a vine here before... I made sure I stepped over it. And now it's gone."

Another slither came, deeper into the tunnel, followed by another from behind, and another from above. The light revealed, when the women looked up, a thick vine that wound its way across the ceiling, moving with a speed that no plant naturally possessed. Sarah leaped for the vine, and managed to grab it tightly with both hands. "Ha! Got you, you-" she started, but the vine responded by shaking hard, trying to get the monk loose.

Beneath the light, as it shook to and fro, more of the tentacular plants crept in on the ground, quiet and menacing.
 
"Moving?" The tiefling asked, turning to Sarah, readying her weapon and spell. She walked besides the monk. "Yeah, I saw you step over it, I did too."

She then turned at the slithering sound, and saw the vines starting to surround them. After the monk leaped at the vine, Zaryah turned to cover her friend's back, and shot a firebolt at one of the approaching vines. "What are these things?" She asked her friend, readying another bolt.

When Sarah took hold of the tentacle she felt the sticky, humid surface wrtihing against the palm of her hand. At that moment, a white, thick substance shot from the vine's tip, staining the monk's hand and face. Some of the liquid fell on her lips, leaving a salty taste on them. At that same time, another tentacle lunged towards her neck, aiming to wrap around it.
 
"Ack!" she let out. She was a fighter, but it wasn't common for an enemy to jizz on her in the middle of a brawl. But she did retain enough sense to let go, dropping beneath the sudden attempted stranglehold. She landed on top of another one that was darting in to entrap Zaryah's waist, her sudden weight forcing it down. It was still fast and strong, though, grabbing onto Zaryah's foot, its grip snapping the heel of the boot off.

Sarah would've loved to make a joke about the impracticality of her friend's footwear, and provided they survived, she would do just that. But there were more important things to focus on-like the fact that more and more tentacles were showing up. "I don't have any weapons good for this-they're resistant to bludgeoning," she said, her words causing a little more goop to get into her mouth. "At least it doesn't taste that bad..." she muttered.
 
"Aghh!" The tiefling let out a yelp after the heel snapped. She lost her balance, her spell shooting straight to the ceiling. She quickly recovered, and stabbed at the tentacle, skewering it with her rapier. "Damn! That'll cost a few gold to fix..." She lamented, while preparing another spell.

At that moment, two tentacles went for Sarah. One aimed to wrap around her foot, the other tried her neck once more, the first from behind, the second from the front. The more she tasted the goop, the more familiar it seemed, it reminded her of a very... mundane substance.
 
She saw the second one coming, bending back to avoid a crushed windpipe. But the other caught her leg and dragged her out of position. "They are strong," she said, and tried to find leverage to get free while still keeping an eye on any potential other attacks. "Like a fucking hydra..."

The stabbed tentacle retreated, its leaked fluids surprisingly sweet and heady, and it was replaced by two more, both low. They snaked between the mossy cobblestones, each one aimed at a different of Zaryah's feet. The air was growing thick with the scent of the vines, stirring feelings deep within the two women from the aphrodisiacal properties.
 
Zaryah managed to stab one of the tentacles, but the other wrapped around her ankle, holding her in place. "Yeah! They sure are" She shot a bolt at the one that didn't catch her, trying to kill it off, while she lifted her foot and shook it to loosen the one wrapped around her ankle. At that moment, the dense smells filled her nostrils, and a tingle stirred in her loins. "W-what's that smell...?" The tiefling asked, almost afraid.

The tentacle pulled and slithered up Sarah's leg, wrapping around her thigh, pressing slightly against her crotch. At that same time, another wrapped around her chest, squishing her breasts and staining the monk's robes with the substance
 
Sarah tried to wriggle free, but her exertions failed to do much besides tear part of her pants. "Fuck..." she half-muttered, half-moaned, feeling the pressure on her erogenous zones. "What the hell do these things want?" she added. Her struggling was causing her to breathe deeply, getting more and more of the sweet scent into her body.

The tentacle around Zaryah's ankle refused to be shaken free, coiling up her leg and aiming for her nethers. It seemed almost surprised when it encountered a steadily-hardening cock instead of a dripping pussy, and jerked the tiefling forwards toward Sarah. A different vine was moving for her breasts. It began by wrapping around her waist before moving up, sliding into the valley between the warlock's tits.
 
Zaryah felt her cock slowly rising, even before the tentacle pressed against it. The pheromones had started to take effect, and a bulge could be seen forming at her pants. Then, she felt the contact from the tentacle, and she let out a slight moan. She stopped struggling, and took a few steps towards Sarah, forced by the tentacle. The warlock let out a cry of surprise when she felt the tentacle slither around her waist and slide beetween her breasts. "G-ghh! D-do they want to... r-rape us?" The tiefling replied to her companion, her voice cracking.

The tentacle at Sarah's thigh slithtered further, and slid down her pants, seeking to stimulate whatever was in her pants directly. Meanwhile, the one on her chest started to squeeze them slowly, as if it was milking her. At that same time, another one joined, this one wrapping around the monk's neck, slightly choking her, but not suffocating.
 
With an initial bout of panic as she felt the tentacle get her neck, Sarah realized she could still breathe, at least somewhat. The plants weren't hungry-they were horny. (And kinky.) She knew that, given the volume and durability of the plants, they weren't in any position to fight them right now. And besides... She hadn't had any lovers recently. Maybe the plants were good at aftercare too.

She moaned out quietly as she felt the tentacle milk her breasts and the other press against her clit. "I think we'll be okay," she managed to get out, "but we are gonna have to fuck them."

The tentacles on Zayrah held her still for a moment, as more started to tear at her clothes. The corset, already fill to bursting from the tiefling's tits, was the first to be removed, followed shortly by the rest. Over on Sarah's end, her looser shirt was still on, just pushed up to the point that nothing was hidden.
 
Zaryah let out a cry when her clothes got teared up. Her breasts fell perfectly when released from the pressure of the corset, her naked torso gleaming with sweat. Her cock pressed against the stiff leather, the pressure causing the tiefling to feel pain and pleasure at the same time. "G-gh... B-but I-I don't want to..." She managed to say, beetween moans. She looked at Sarah, her eyes lingering on her naked chest.

The tentacle that wrapped around Sarah's neck looped once more, went infront of her mouth and "kissed" her, releasing the semen into her mouth. The tentacle on her chest kept squeezing, at the same time, another ripped her pants apart, and started to rub beetween her ass cheeks, staining her back and ass with the substance.
 
"Glurk!" was all the response that Zaryah got as the tentacle invaded Sarah's mouth. But with the aphrodisiac aroma and her own dry spell, she wasn't really complaining anymore. The warlock could see her friend press her ass back against the vine, and the moans coming from her mouth weren't the panicked sounds of a warrior under attack, but rather the more sensual moans of someone dealing with a rough lover.

The tentacles on Zaryah, heedless of the clothing damage, felt several vines she couldn't even make out pressing against her. Two smaller ones, wrapped around her tits and squeezing hard at her nipples, while another imitated the one pressed against Sarah's ass. A fourth teased around her neck, all of them showering her in the sweet scent and bits of plant cum.
 
Zaryah moaned alongside her friend, her nipples hardening, her cock trembled and stood stiff, already spewing some of her own semen. She threw her ass back, more out of reflex than genuine desire. The tiefling's tongue hung from her mouth, the stimulus on her neck causing her to drool, her eyes half closed.

The tentacle on Sarah's mouth pulled out, slapped her, and came on her face, then it slithered all the way down to her crotch, and started to tease it agressively, penetrating her slightly. The one on her behind slapped her cheeks, and then started to tease her anus, staining it with cum. Meanwhile, two hollow tentacles attached to her nipples, and with tiny tongues started to suck and lick at them, trying to squeeze her dry.
 
Sarah moaned and drank in the cum that splattered in her mouth. "Quit teasing..." she panted, only to be rewarded with an inch or two of plant cock. "Fuck-FUCK!" she screamed out as she felt the tentacles attach to her sensitive nipples. "That's... Wow..."

No longer being choked or throatfucked, she glanced back at Zaryah, and was shocked to see her friend had a long, hard cock. Sarah had never slept with Zaryah, and while she had discussed some of her experiences with the warlock, the topic of Zaryah's own escapades had never seemed to arise. She could see now why the tiefling might've wanted to be quiet about it-though if she had told Sarah earlier, well...

All these thoughts raced through her head as she felt her orgasm building, the tentacle steadily fucking deeper into her.

When Zaryah threw her ass back, the tentacle took that as a sign. Its thick head, lubed with cum on it and the tiefling's rear, thrust inside, a good three inches buried in the first push. Before she could say anything in complaint or pleasure, the tentacle around her neck darted up and slammed into her mouth, spewing cum onto her tongue and then past her throat, into her stomach. The tentacles on her tits, like with Sarah's, opened a mouthy structure and attached to her nipples, teasing and stimulating.
 
Zaryha moaned out when her ass was penetrated. She closed her eyes forcefully, her tongue shooting out of her mouth, a line of saliva darting from it. Her cock trembled and pulsed once more, blasting ropes of cum onto the ground. The tiefling bit her lower lip, her eyes welled up slightly, both from the pain and humilliation. At that moment, she saw how Sarah stared at her, specifically at her cock. She blushed even more, and opened her mouth. "D-don't l-loo-Nggghh!" She moaned out, itnterrupted by the tentacle that violated her mouth. She swallowed some of the cum, and some of it dripped down her chin onto her tits and torso. Her nipples hardended fully, and squirted little drops of milk.

A tentacle penetrated Sarah's ass, forcefully thrusting, spurting it's cum inside her, while her pussy got fucked aswell. The ones on her nipples sucked and licked, and another one slithered beetween her breasts, penetrating her mouth while titfucking her, blasting it's cum all over her and in her mouth.
 
"You're hot!" she managed to get out before getting flooded with cum again. She moaned, her throat massaging the tentacle deep in her throat, her ass and pussy clenching to try and milk more out. The stimulation brought her to her first orgasm, and a muffled scream of pleasure came from her as she felt her body fill up and up with the plant's jizz, more of it leaking onto her chest and her thighs.

One of the mouth-tentacles followed the spurts of cum from Zaryah's cock, and engulfed the tip. The inner wetness massaged the top half of her cock, teasingly refusing to go any deeper, while the vine in her ass had no such inhibitions and plunged deeper and deeper, practically firing its cum directly into the tiefling's stomach. Her tit tentacles were eagerly drinking the milk she sprayed, invigorating the plants and sending them into a frenzy.
 
Zaryah sucked at the cock in her mouth, trying to push it out of her mout, only managing to stimulate it further. Her cock blasted cum like never before when it got engulfed by the tentacle. She thrusted her hips back and forth to the rythm of the tentacle violating her ass, her tits and cheeks jigliging with the movement. She continued to lactate, her nipples wearing out from the continued stimulation. The tiefling heard Sarah's compliment, and closed her eyes, beetween the humilliation that she felt, and the compliment from Sarah, she felt utterly defeated. She allowed herself to look at Sarah, and perhaps she would have answered, if not for the tentacle in her mouth.

The tentacles kept violating every one of Sarah's holes. Pussy, mouth and ass, all thrusted and spurted cum into her, all at the same rythm, forcing Sarah to constanly adjust, her balance. A few tentacles more sprouted from the darkness, and held her by her waist. They quickly lifted her, and with speed and precision, forced the monk to kneel right infront of Zaryah's cock. The tentacle that wrapped it released it, and then the rest of the plants forced Sarah to swallow the tiefling's cock.

"Mghh!!" The warlock moaned, looking at her friend from above, utterly ashamed.
 
Not exactly how I expected or hoped this would go... Sarah thought as she found herself kneeling in front of her friend. This wasn't something new to her imagination, but the cock and the tentacles were. She managed to flash Zaryah a smile just before a vine shoved her head forward. With all her experience, she relaxed her throat first to let the tiefling's thick cock fully enter her throat, then started to suck and lick. She tastes great, Sarah thought.

Zaryah's reluctance wasn't allowed to stay her hips, the tentacle in her ass still thrusting in and forcing her forwards into her friend's mouth. The vines were unrelenting at her tits, enjoying the milk, but after another jet of cum from the mouthfucking tentacle, it pulled back, letting her say her mind.

The vines around Sarah's arms and hands had left by now, more interested in breasts or holes, and the monk used one hand to steady herself on the mossy ground, while the other she placed gently on Zaryah's hips. She tried to wordlessly convey that it was okay.
 
Zaryah thrust against her will, the force of the tentacle and the waves of pleasure contorting her body into the motion. She moaned, her tongue loosely hanging from her mouth, dripping cum onto Sarha's head. Milk kept squirting from her nipples, and her cock spewed cum constantly into her friend's mouth. "G-ghhh! I-Im sorry" She managed to moan out, looking Sarah in the eye.

The only tentacle left with Sarah was the one that thrusted into her ass, now slowly, almost gently.
 
Sarah wiggled her ass a little bit, teasing the tentacle, while her cum-drenched pussy leaked profusely. Now that she had more mobility, she continued to suck for a few moments, but soon pulled back to get a breath. "It's okay!" she told Zaryah. "They're starting to be done."

She nestled her face against the warlock's cock, a cheek against her balls as her tongue lapped gently at the shaft. She tilted her body a little so the jets of cum her friend was shooting would land on her tits and stomach, enjoying the warmth. "It's all okay," she reiterated.

The tentacles at Zaryah's tits, bloated with her milk now, slowly retracted, teasing heavily as they did, while the vine at her ass mimicked Sarah's as it slowed, letting the monk do her own motions to please Zaryah.
 
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