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Elven Pride [Futa, Tentacles, Mindbreak] (Biles x Hapto)

She's at the very edge of cumming, feeling the pressure in her abdomen getting closer and closer to the tensing head of her cock, still hopelessly trapped in the mushroom's pleasure behind it's tightly sealed lips, and getting closer to her throbbing pussy licked by the other one as it thrashes its ridged head over her wet opening. It all feels so uncontrollably incredible, each moaning breath forcing her chest harder against the other mushrooms, pushing her sucked nipples deeper with every desperate beat of her heart as her arms and legs tremble with the last of their strength, just trying to keep her upright. She can only just take this pleasure, but every time she moans her sharp breaths force more of the sweet air down into her body, making her cock harder still, her pussy wetter, and everything feel even better. She's so afraid of her shaking legs as she desperately tries to keep her cock from slipping further into the mushroom's intense pleasure, twitching ever time the villi find a new vein to encircle, a new point on her underside to caress, terrified they'll suddenly yank her deep inside and make her go mad with agonizing pleasure. But she still has just enough strength to stay where she is, held at the very edge of what she can take, and it's going to make her cum so hard, cum and satisfy the mushrooms so she can escape, cum as hard as she can.

She can do it, she can take it, she's going to - her eyes fly open as her entire cock starts vibrating. Pulses of new pleasure thrust down her length into her sucked head, making everything feel so much stronger, way more than she can - the one behind her thrusts deep into her pussy, the sensation and force both flattening her to the ground and thrusting her cock straight into the mushroom. She screams with every thrust into her pussy as the force thrusts her cock deeper into the tight explosion of pleasure, deeper into a frenzy of scrubbing and sucking of her whole vibrating cock while the one in her pussy pounds her body deeper into it again and again. She's cumming, she swears she is, the pleasure exploding from her sexes to fill her entire screaming body, her cock tensing over and over as it releases - nothing. Nothing leaves her cock, even though her pussy is exploding fluids over the pounding mushroom, the one over her madly tensing cock receives nothing at all, as if all her cum was somehow consumed insider of her. Denying the mushroom any satisfaction.
 
Despite the intricate graphical detailed appendages these fungi had in their oral cavities, they merely simply milked on the elf's dick but generating the most sophisticated forms of stimulation onto her salty member. In this exhibition, they were able to make the arrogant elven huntress lose control of her body and surrender much of her will and her dignity to the whims of lowly creatures as a result of her naivety. The elven huntres such as herself were very scarce prey the tentacle mushrooms had to rely on nourishment. Evolution has allowed them to adapt in an isolated dark and humid environment to which they can efficiently increase the longevity of their food supply. This method however spelled some certain doom for the huntress.

As they had not feasted on a victim's genitals, the mushrooms were going to take their long sweet time. As they slowly coaxed and licked her private exposed parts, the elven futa was being violated in both genitals, the fat bumpy tendril pile driving in and out and using its rugged surface to scrape and brush against her sensitive G-spots of her vaginal walls. The other one wiggled their tiny follicles and villi to tickle and arouse the sensitive parts of her dick while continuing the sexual squelching and pitch squealing sounds. Yet, their efforts came to fruition as the elf suddenly succumb to the fungi seduction They could sense her climax and the closer it approached the more intense the sucking mouth increased.

With her massive orgasm exploding out at two ends, the futa finally was able to feed some of the mushrooms beneath her. Not only did she nurse the hungry fungi, but her milky semen washed over the eggs that were implanted into her dick. Soon after she had expended much of her juice, the eggs within her dick started to pulsate and vibrate. The mushroom which gulped down much of her spunk continued to suck on the tip a little longer trying to suck out any leftovers her urethral pipe had. For a long while, they would continue to hold the elf in restrain and keep her in a lordosis position as they further arouse her for yet another session, but at a much agonizing slower pace with which to erect a hopeful bigger harvest.
 
The waves of her orgasm crashing throughout her screaming body as the pleasure explodes again and again throughout her, finally start to subside. The pleasure and pressure rushing out of her pussy and cock begin to turn from a screaming frenzy into intense pulses of bliss, getting slower and slower with every moment, her cry at each getting slowly quieter.

The next thing she registers, she's laying there, enjoying the feeling of total blissful relief filling her completely spent body, as if her entire being had just left her still tensing cock and pussy. The mushrooms wait immobile, still snugly wrapped around her cock and nipples and filling her pussy, feeling like they're firmly embracing her most blissfully spent parts, the feeling rising to sharp pleasure with every tense of her sexes rippling up her tired body to end in another muffled whimper of her mouth. She almost falls asleep there a moment, content to just lay there and slowly drift into - her eyes fly open as her whole body wakes. What the hell is she doing - this is her chance, her one chance to escape, her erection subsiding, giving her a chance to pull her cock from the mushroom and run - but only if she acts right now!

She manages to summon some strength into her legs, tensing as she raises her body up. Instantly her cock feels like its exploding with pleasure again, making her release another muffled cry, the feeling of slowly pulling her half erect cock out of the wet, gripping tightness of the mushroom feeling almost as intense as her orgasm. But she's doing it, slowly, excruciatingly intensely, but still starting to steadily pull her cock from its prison, cries and gasps both muffled together in her covered mouth. And that's when she makes her biggest mistake yet.

Her cries are muffled by a large mushroom that her mouth lays against, releasing its sweet scent into her throat, keeping her cock halfway erect, but more of the air starting to enter her as she gasps against it, pulling more of her soaked cock from the tight mushroom, the intense pleasure alone threatening to make her fully hard again and end her escape attempt right here. She tries so hard to ignore the overpowering feeling, pulling until three quarters of her cock is glistening free, trying so hard to think of anything but her body's building desire to be hard again as she gets ready for one last pull, to end it all and be free. That's when she does it - without thinking, she bites down, her teeth sinking into the mushroom, fluid rushing into her mouth. Sweet fluid, incredibly sweet, its taste exploding into her, rushing down her body all the way to her cock. Her eyes grow wide, as she instantly grows fully hard again. She screams against the sweet taste and her own stupidity, panicking, trying to pull harder, her cock barely moving at all now its hard surface is swelling and tensing against the incredibly tight interior, but screaming all the while she manages to pull it all the way until just her head is left inside, the ridge of her glans desperately pulling against the mushroom's lips, just about to pop free.

The mushrooms lips contract tightly around her neck, sealing her in. Then she feels it all slowly start again, readying herself to scream. But it's different to before, not so intense it borders on agony, but slow, the tongue gradually lolling its intense wet pleasure around her swollen glans trapped inside, the villi steadily reaching out to stroke her underside, the slow pulses of vibration reaching down her length and into her steadily pulses of pleasure sucking her head, as the ridged one inside her slowly starting to move out of her shaking body, dragging ridge after ridge out of her lips before turning to gradually bury each one back inside of her shaking body, all incredibly slow. Slow enough to feel so incredible, to make her want more, slowly stroking her body's arousal at a pace that, if it continues, will never let her cum, but will make her body desperately want to do so, need to do so. She knows this - she of all people now clearly knows her body and her limitations. But she won't let that happen, and desperate to escape a loosing battle against her very pride, her arms fly straight faster than her head can handle, her gaze falling to the ground as she raises the top half of her body, the mushrooms sweet juice dripping dark from her mouth, still making her cock grow harder still within the slow sucking attention, her mind loosing track of everything but that a moment as she stays there, breathing slow and hard, just feeling her painfully hard cock being slowly stroked, the tight skin of her swollen glans being sucked, licked, breathing harder... before she shakes her head, looking down to see her ready arms - firmly bound. She finally sees the long mushrooms spiraling tightly around her arms, feels them coiled securely around her legs, holding her firmly into the slow sucking and thrusting, binding her body down into it as her hips start slowly moving in time with the pleasure and her hard breaths, each slow thrust of her body ending with the first whispers of a moan. She shakes her head again harder, gritting her teeth, not letting her own voice escape again, as she also sees the silver glint of her knife before her, still just out of reach, and gritting her liquid darkened teeth she pulls her arms as hard as she can against the tentacles, straining to lift one forward within its tightening coils, slowly reaching one ensnared arm out towards the waiting knife, reaching further, getting so close to her last hope.

With her whole body tensing with the effort, her fingertips brush the very tip of the hilt. Her body stops a moment more, her mind wandering again as her breaths slowly moan out of her. A moment she'll soon curse more than any other, as her fingers reach for the knife one moment too late.
 
The effort to subdue the elf into orgasming paid off and as many phallic mushrooms instantly absorbed all of her milk, they continued to cling to her body like a lover, making sure she was constantly kept aroused in a steady pace until the next session. Yet that would not come for when the elf had realized what she was doing, she began to will herself from this ever addicting pleasure and mustering what strength she had left in her violated body to escape the sex-frenzy fungi. Though appearing to be laxed, the fungi forced the elf to work harder for her efforts in such a way that while she believed she was actually gaining the upper ground, in reality she was axing and chipping away at her own reserve of strength in the most efficient ways. This was done by coiling around her libs and bending her in position that would force the elf to uncomfortably exert excess energy to try and free herself.

As their manipulation was working, the unexpected had occurred. In desperation the elf bit down on one of the fungi tendril causing serious harm. Yet the creatures had a natural defense go active. The fluids were heavily saturated with aphrodisiac and pheromones which disrupted the elf's will to escape and soon, she found herself sexually stimulated beyond her limitations making her escape that much more difficult. Her cock, which appeared was ready to escape the hungry lips of the tentacle suddenly swelled up and locked her purple shiny bruised glans in its mouth forever being subjected to the erotic teasing behaviors of the highly active villi. With the elf's sex drive churning up once again, the eggs within her member started to act up and with her body exposed to pheromone fluids, they began to throb intensely, stimulating her cock flesh from within.

The futa elven huntress found herself now writhing amidst the highly sexual active phallic fungi patch that now has repositioned her body in a kneeling position giving the appearance she was like a statue slowly drowning in a sea of mushrooms. Her dick as it had swollen up was finally let go in the most sexually excruciating way. The tendril had suckled her sensitive long enough and when her erection inflated, the tendril then began to slowly bend her dick downwards against the throbbing erection until finally, it popped out her glans like a lolipop causing her dick to catapult and slam its head against her bare abdomen. Several smaller group of nimble veiny tentacles started to coil around the girth and began slowly stroking its length forcing what little foreskin she had up and down. The lip of her foreskin was only allowed to reach the threshold of folding over the thick ridge of her glans before it was peeled all the way back to the base of her shaft before the process repeated itself over again.

The main tentacle that milked the elf's dick returned and as she was being displayed like a prized trophy, it began to make slow slurping kiss to her gaping cumslit before swallowing the glans and massaging it. Then it withdrew its mouth and started to kiss the tip again. This subtle method was yet another technique which to further antagonize the elf as she was restrained and forced to watch with her own two eyes her private parts slowly being violated out into the open for all to see. The aphrodisiac fluid slowly ebbing out of the futa elf's mouth made her situation even worse. As the fluids drip and ran down her breasts and other parts of her naked body, it further stimulated the area that it came in contact with including some on the dorsal side of her member.

Even the blade to which her arms were in proximity to was being used against her. With her arms somewhat given leeway, she was allowed to "touch" it but not close enough to pick it up and use it to escape. Each time she came very close to grabbing the hilt, the coiling tentacles around her arms would shake it so that her finger tips ended up pushing it away. As the aphrodisiac has been soaked onto the elf's body, she reeked of saturated sex as if there had been more than an orgy threesome occurring within the patch.
 
The next thing she knows she's kneeling upright, her legs bound down into the tentacle sliding into her pussy and the one sucking her tip, her mooth lolled up in quickening breaths. She knows there was something important, but she doesn't have a chance to remember her escape as the pressure and pleasure on the sensitive top of her glans build and build until she painfully smacks into her own stomach.

The shock and pain jar her back to reality a moment. She remembers the knife, seeing it before her just out of reach. Not suspecting the low mushrooms were smart enough to move it with her position to remain tantalizingly close, she reaches a bound arm out to it, straining so hard until she almost touches it. He arm seems to spasm itself, knocking the knife back. She curses, trying again, and again she knocks it back, wrongly blaming her own ineptitude for the wasted effort. But she's already getting distracted again.

Her shaft is still softly vibrating in waves from within, making her more sensitive as it forces her to tense harder still, her oversensitive shaft clearly feeling the little tentacles coiling around it, her downward gaze drawn to the slow movement on her own cock as the tendrils gently stroke a long labored breath out of her. She sees her own foreskin stroked back up again, coming so close to he crown of her glans, then slowly pulled all the way back, only so it can be stroked just shy of her glans again, and again, repeated so many times, pleasuring her only enough to focus her mind on the pleasure it's denying her every time it stops short of her crown. It drives the lesson in more, her eyes half shut until the end of one breath rises into a sudden cry as she feels the mushroom licking and sucking her very tip again, all her air exploding out of her as it plunges over her glans, her body tensing in it's bonds and crying out as it massages her supersensitive tip, feeling so intensely good. Then her whole body is shaking as the lips are slowly dragged over the skin of her glans again, all the way back to her tip, where it stays, denying her glans the greater pleasure or any satisfaction as the tendrils' just-short strokes keep denying her shaft.

This is maddening. She finds her arms straining trying to pull inwards, desperately trying to touch herself, to force the tendrils to stroke her properly and pull the mushroom onto her. But she doesn't have enough strength left, and her binds won't let her, as the mushrooms keeps teasing her cock and slowly sliding in and out of her pussy, her breasts pushed forward by her back arching into the underwhelming pleasure, and the overwhelming want it's creating. Without the strength of focus left to escape, her mind has room for only two thoughts: how skillfully it's making her want more, and the terrible cost of her fracturing pride it will take to get it.
 
The huntress became fully enthralled in the hunger of the phallic mushroom patch. Her dick was exposed to all sorts of sexual torments using every subtle but yet highly effective technique to break the elf's will, sanity, and the rest of her mind. Each time the mouth of the tentacle would dislodge its lips from the elf's shiny purple glans, it's drool bridge would connect its wormy tongue to the flared lips of the elf's cumslit. And each time, the contrast became very stark between the open air and the wet oral confines of its mouth. When it was time to suck in her cock, the creature would slowly tease her tip. It would scrunch up its lips until it looked like closed foreskin, but all sticky, wet, and glistening and it would prod its puckered mouth onto her cumslit, letting out a loud high-pitched squeals which caused the other phallic mushrooms to react as well as the denizens of this dark cavern.

When it opened up like a flower, the elf was forced to see this once again, reminding her of the gruesome interior of the creature's mouth. How it had squirming villi all covered in cobweb of slime riddled with worms and maggots. She also noticed how the throbbing action of her dick made it appeared that it was somehow alive and it trembled in fear of its fate, as if it was begging not to be consumed, but without her will and strength, the futa elven huntress watched as the mouth slowly approached over her entire glans and see the shriveled foreskin-like lips slowly enclose around before she was dealt with the all too familiar warm lubricated sensation that trapped her shiny tip and the process would repeat once more. Knowing how much sexual energy the elven huntress had, the phallic patch would soon reveal its true horrible identity the moment she was ready to climax and lose it.
 
She's so painfully hard, and it's only getting worse. Every time the mouth dislodges from her glans a sigh of both relief and want escapes her. Every time it starts to prod her tip again her hips start to try and buck forward into it, her restraints tightening to keep her legs from trying so hard to penetrate the prodding mushroom. And every time its terrifying maw opens, showing her the flower of pleasure about to swallow her swollen wet head, she grits her teeth both in dread, and anticipation. Then her voice shrills up into the cavern, as the mouth clamps its tight wetness onto her, its lips sealing her head into a sudden burst of frenzied scrubbing and licking and sucking that sends so much intense pleasure spamming into her arching body. Before the mouth leaves her cock again, to another sigh of relief and want, leaving her body trying to buck into it's prods. All while the tendrils keep slowly stroking her short, the tendril keeps slowly stroking her pussy, as all the pleasure and the waves of vibration keep her cock so fully hard, as it tenses and throbs, as if trying to reach out towards the mouth despite her will, just as the mouth clamps down and frenzies her body for a few moments again, before letting her go, and starting it all over again.

Her voice echoes off the walls, screaming curses in every tongue she knows, her whole body writhing and trashing in its bonds without moving from its fixed prison of pleasure, her whole body suddenly arching into another frenzy of pleasure again, before it stops, and she wails into the emptiness. She feels her cock so swollen and hard it's killing her, her whole cock throbbing so hard it feels like it will burst with her desire to cum, her trapped hands desperately clawing out towards her cock, so desperate to touch herself, to stroke herself to the orgasm the mushrooms make her so desperate to have. And as her body comes down from another frenzied sucking into a teary sigh of desperate want, her voice escapes her in a desperate whispered: "Please --" - the word escaping despite her before she can grit her teeth against her own voice, trying so hard to keep her own body's need to cum from becoming vocal, gritting her teeth as her body bucks into it's maddening prods again. She's so close to saying it, yelling it, and it's all she can do to keep her teeth gritted. She won't be able to do so for very much longer at all, her pride only moment from breaking to her need to cum.
 
Seconds turns to minutes, and the minutes gradually grind to a crawling hour. The creature lewdly sucked the elf's glans and sloppily dislodged from it everytime. Now her pussy started to leak like a broken faucet and lubricating the tentacles below her. A puddle of sex was slowly forming at the base of the mushroom patch and with the body heat, it began to ferment the elf's sex and spread the scent widespread in the dark cavern. Once the elf realized it was futile to attempt any form of escape, she finally gave up the will to fight and began to show begging signs of purging her painful sexual stress at any cost. With this battle won, the fungi creatures began to display a slightly highly intelligence behavior than what the arrogant elf would have given credit to.

With the huntress now a ripened play, the mushroom was going to begin the phase of training the elf into a submissive sex-hungry slave. While the process was very similar in the first phase, this one was going to be different in more ways than one. Rather than having to fight the elf and shatter her determination and will, the tentacle would grope her body and massage every pressure point such a her pointed hears, neck, and other parts around each time the main tentacle sucked on her meat. As it began to process of teasing and milking her tip, the elf would feel a slithering nimble set of tendrils grab the edge of one of her ears and massage them. However, as the tentacle mouth let go of her glans, the rewarding pleasure would suddenly disappear as quickly as it appeared.

It was a methodic process. Before, the elf was begging to have the tentacle mouth let go her dick, now it would be more painful to have it left expose than it was to feel the warming wet embrace of the creature's mouth. Before, the elf wasted her energy to grab her blade, now her hands was more focused on trying to stroke and jerk her own cock. The futa huntress elf's will was going to be built anew on top of the original that was destroyed in the process. Her dick was turning into a much cooler tone of color as the base of her shaft was squeezed tighter to further cut off more blood circulation to her member until she could feel the hot throbbing tingling sensation course through her fleshy length. Yet the fungi patch was careful not to inflict any damage to its source of food.
 
Time has become the cruellest tease of all. After just a minute of constantly bucking into the stroking and prodding, shaking from the sucking, her legs already ache, her breathy voice already cracks with tears. After two minutes her gritted jaw and face ache terribly, her bucking body thrust forward like an offering, held upright mostly by her arms on the floor behind and her arching and occasionally shaking spine. After five minutes her whole body glistens and shakes and aches, all her effort trying to thrust her forward to fuck the stupid-gods-damn-thing! All to no avail.

An hour later, there's only her voice moaning desperately off the lonely walls. Her legs' bindings still force her to kneel, but her upper body is sprawled immobile behind her, laid flat on the soft mushroomed floor, the position drastically increasing the tension on the topside of her swollen cock, making the madenning strokes felt all the more clearly as they hold her cock down into the endless prodding. But she hasn't the energy to remain upright, to do anything buy lay there, feeling only the all consuming throbbing of her steadily stroked cock, her erection so hard she can't imagine it ever going down, feeling the wetness and near burning want of her constantly tensing glans and the pressure nearly exploding her swollen shaft and balls with her one and only need - to cum - made bareable only when it sucks her glans for a precious few screaming seconds, her hoarse voice echoeing into nothing as it stops again, or rather, continues to tease her more.

"PLEASE!" She suddenly screams with the last of her voice, "PLEASE I'LL AAAAAAH --" her sudden cry cutting her short by an intense pleasure shooting into one side of her head from the ends of one of her ears. She can't register what it is, so intense her head tries to turn and pull away from it, as after so much build the sudden new pleasure has her gasping hard, bucking afresh into the sucking of her glans, feeling the pressure getting suddenly closer to her cock, almost as if she was going to - going to - she feels the tendril tighten around her swollen base, as the mushroom stops sucking, and starts prodding again, the end made all the more painful by the feeling leaving her madly twitching ear.

She just lays there, her whole body gasping with the pressure of an orgasm brought so momentary close, head wide-eyed on one side, stunned, and desperate. It takes her a long while to figure out what happened. Her long ears are so sensitive, even for an elf, a secret she indulged in only when she masturbated, the feeling so intense she could never touch them half as much as she really wanted to. A bittersweet memory consumes her - of when she found two small sucker-worms, found a private place to bring them to the very tips of her ears - they're stopped an hour later, and her balls still hurt a week afterwards from the orgasms. A secret weakness she never told anyone at all, saving it for... for her first lover. And now, the barest touch of these tendrils on the end of one ear was nearly enough to make her cum at long bloody screaming last! Not that they would let her. Not that she would let - let them - oh gods it felt so good! And now there's only the impatient unsatisfaction as it prods and strokes her, still building the impossible pressure of the orgasm it won't let her have, but she'll do anything to have.

The tears in her eyes reach her voice, as through the pain of her all consuming desire just to cum at last at an cost, she lays her head back upright, waiting, hoping, longing for the smallest satisfaction of the tendrils, whispering: "Please. Please fuck me."
 
The futa elven huntress laid almost limp on the ground due to over-exhausting her body, but she had some life in her yet. This time, the tentacle fungi were not going to be as brutal as they were. Instead, they would let her do the rigorous work on her own. Several tendrils picked her up and forced her to straddle back in a kneeling position, making sure that the balance of her body would not allow her to fall over to one side or another. Few tentacles remain a distance just in case. The bio gaiter bandages which enslaved her to the horrible torments of creatures she encountered began to react. There was a feeling of pulsing throbbing through her limbs and suddenly, much of the unbearable pain began to wane away.

However despite what the intentions were, there was no telling what conniving deeds was being planned for her. While her strength was slowly returning to her, she was still kept in a heavily exhausted but weakened state. However, her sexual drive was exposed to more hormones causing her to feel much more aroused than she did before. The web of tentacles that once bound her let go of her and left her in isolation amidst the patch of fungi patch. She however, was not strong enough to stand up, let alone crawl a few feet from the center. The tentacles began to clear away from her as if being repulsed by her presence, but something was happening.

In front of her on the ground, a relief sunk in revealing a large anal-like puckered orifice twitching and flaring open which then pushed up a very wet glistening obsidian phallic column of flesh cobwebbed in thick pulsing veins and arteries. It was half as thick as the elf's waste and over ten feet long. At the top was a turtleneck supporting a very shiny wet bulbous pale indigo glans which opened its anal-like orifice to reveal a puffy pink flesh covered in cobwebs and small wiggling villi. This massive tentacle suddenly receded back into the ground but just enough that when it bent towards the elf, it opened up its mouth and exhaled a mixture of its pheromones and aphrodisiac. The creature then remained immobilized but flaring its open mouth for an invitation. It was waiting for the elf to take action as she was suffering too much from the sexual torment.
 
When the air sweetens with more hormones and aphrodisiacs, her all consuming need to cum threatens to burn her alive. And that's when the tentacles stop.

She sees them uncoiling from her member and limbs, feels it slipping out of her now unbearably empty pussy. Her voice is small with confusion, and high with desperation: "What are you doing? I told you to fuck me! I demand -" she reaches out a weak arm toward them, and they seem to recoil away "- I said you could fuck me - me! How dare you -" she tries to grab at them but they all scurry away into the shadows, as if utterly repulsed by her, leaving her alone, with the hardest erection of her life the only thing she can feel, and without the strength to do anything about it.

She sees the recess before her, the wet opening, the column of flesh rising up towards her, flaring its lips to reveal its pink, wet, glistening hole, so disgusting, so alien, and so irresistable. Her body moves without her will, what little strength raising her hips forward, raising her swollen cock up and before her as if a desperate offering, tensing with the pain of her erection. But it doesn't strke, instead lowering itself to before her hips, spraying a cloud of the sweet want over her, burning her body's desperation to cum all the feircer. Then it waits. With a madaning patience for her to act, it waits.

She doesn't have the strength of will to stop herself. She wants to, tries to, is gritting her teeth and cursing in her head the entire time her body moves despite her, raising herself up on her knees, bringing her cock up to the level of the pink wet opening. But what she wants more than anything else, more than her pride can deny or her mind can stop her, is to cum. Her arms start betraying her too, her gritted teeth forced open in a gasp as her fingertips gently touching her cock, her whole body shaking as they delicately peels back her foreskin, instantly lost stretched tightly around the swollen neck of her cock. She's been made so unbearably sensitive by the gasses and the hour of teasing that she can barely even touch her own cock, holding it so lightly as she moves her hips and her cock slowly forward towards the opening, her pre-soaked glans tensing madly with anticipation, inching closer to the wet orifice.

She touches and recoils back with a sharp cry, the feeling way too intense. But she must, she wants to cum so badly, and still cursing at her own body's unwillingness to listen to her, she can't stop her hips steadily moving forward again, her voice crying as she touches it, her very tip resting on the opening, her shaking and tensing making it almost painfully intense. The thought of plunging all the way in, fucking it madly with everything she has, makes her entire body quiver with need - but it's made her far too sensitive, so all she can do is slowly, steadily advance. Her body still won't listen to her, her arms moving on their own behind her, her hands holding her arse cheeks, and starting to push, her arms steadily forcing her shaking hips forward, her breathing deep and heavy as her tip starts depressing the tight opening, her head flung back gasping as she feels the anal lips suddenly part, opening and sliding over her very tip, deeper, deeper, her hands steadily forcing more of her tip inside.
 
The elf's dick grew painfully harder and tighter every second she hesitated, but when her body began to act on it's own impulse, the suspense of the inevitable became that much unbearable for the elven huntress. The creature's mouth was dripping with drool and grubs all squirming and wiggling about. They were sending out squealing sounds as if reacting to the elf's presence. As the tentacle monstrocity was breathing, not only was it sending out pheromones, but its warm breath washed over her sensitive tip, giving her a preview of how warm it would become once she accepts the creature's offer.

Slowly but inevitably, she slowly pushed her member in allowing her cumslit to touch the sticky chapped lips of the creature's mouth. Some of the slimy drool spilled on top of her member as the futa elf further pushed in just after flinging her head back gasping from the sensation of first physical contact. Though sticky to the touch, it felt greasy and very warm. About halfway through, the creature, which allowed its orifice to part ways open by the push of her cock, suddenly contracted onto it and shrinking its own girth until it appeared as though it was shrink wrapping its mouth around the plump dick.

Once it shrank, the mouth began to engulf more of her cock and used its villi to slowly peel back her foreskin until the lips finally reached the base of her shaft. Here, it began its rigorous tight suction and let out a high pitched squealing sounds. The vacuum created a vibration that resonated along the ventral side of her shaft, irritating the sensitive frenum or the ridge that ran along the length. The tentacle creature began to bend the elf's dick downwards subtly while using a coiled ring of flesh that surrounded its throat to undulate back and forth, stroking her length while jerking what little foreskin she had intact.
 
Her head is still flung back, whole body breathlessly shaking as she pushes, then suddenly flinging forward, a low sound halfway between a grunt and a gasp leaving her as the warm wet pleasure seems to crush her cock in sudden tightness. Her eyes and mouth are wide, her arms holding her unsteadily upright over the wide tentacle, hands resting against it's pulsing flesh now tightly wrapped around half her cock.

Her voice stutters out as the tentacle starts to swallow her member, leaving her arms trying to push against the tentacle, beating her fists against it as it sucks her deeper inside, peeling her foreskin further back to let more of her naked cock feel the wet tight flesh she's sucked deeper into. By the time her hips are pulled firmly against the wet lips, her entire length tensing fully inside, she's all but collapsed over the tentacle.

It continues sucking, leaving her crying out as she feels her glans being pulled at so hard, feels something tight stroking her length, her voice louder as her so hard cock is bent painfully down, increasing the constant pleasure pulsing her underside, turning all the intensity into a definite build towards something terrifyingly imminent. Her body still moves without her will, her hips bucking fiercely up against the tentacle, moving her upper body over it's length, her arms wrapped around it, fingers clinging into it, mouth open and teeth nearly biting into the flesh as her whole body bucks against it. Even if she wanted to, there's no way she'll last very long. And she so desperately doesn't want to last at all.
 
Using its powerful suction capabilities, the fleshy creature managed to force the elf into suffering such tremendous sexual torments. Her dick was as hard as a rock, but it was being bent in directions to force more pleasure in and out of her body which had betrayed her will and her pride. The huntress wanted to fuck just to satisfy her body's crave for lust and even though she was glad to get her cock serviced, she was still bucking like a bronco demanding more, or simply could not tolerate the amount of raging pleasure coursing within the fibers of her veins. The creature grumbled as it was enjoying licking and gleaning every salty flavor from the elf's tender meat for it had not had this opportunity to feed on a futa victim for a long time. As it was pleased in having to secure its new source of food, the tentacle began to let out squelching kisses.

Though it had shrunk its size to shrink-wrap around the elf's member, it then began to inflate up all of a sudden until a big balloon-like bulge the size of a beach ball was formed at the end and leaving the impression that the elf was mating with a strange orb-like sack of flesh. Inside, a cavity was formed and the inner fleshy walls was cobwebbed with pulsing wet veins covered in slime-like material. The elf's dick stuck out like it was jammed through a wall and while her foreskin was initially peeled back upon penetration, the mouth loosened up to let the foreskin in and used it to lodge her member securely in its vast oral cavity confines. The mouth squeezed tightly until it almost cut off circulation to force an erection out of the elf, but not too much that she would have felt her dick go numb and tingling.

Inside, a couple of earthworm-like tendrils began to slither up and started to coil around her dry hot pulsing meat, sliming its surface with its own juices. They were very cold and very wet and yet, sticky at the sametime. Their heads were penis glans poking out of the foreskin slithering their snake-like tongues to have a lick of its new tender feast. Eventually they coiled tightly so that they could peel her foreskin back and forth, slowly stroking her dick and stimulating more sexual pleasures into her. As before, they didn't allow the lips of her foreskin to fully jump over the thick ridges of her stiff tightened glans of her member.
 
Still bucking the tentacle, feeling pressure building in her abdomen, getting closer to the near burning energy of her cock. Her whole body tenses, lifting her up off the tentacle, arms straight, back and head flung back, shaking, her open mouth not breathing, just frozen in the last desperate moment before she, she - it stops. On the moment of her orgasm the ring of flesh stops stroking her, leaving her collapsed over the tentacle, her whole body rising with each hard breath. She was so close, so damn close, to an orgasm so long coming and so large she's now left wide-eyed and panting hard, half in exhausted disappointment, half in surprised terror. Would she even have survived that?

She feels herself moving upwards, lifted by the inflating end of the tentacle, feeling her limp knees starting to leave the ground. Her tired arms push her sweat glistened body upwards, looking down over the deep breaths of her lungs moving her swollen hard breast and nipples, distracting her, making her want to - she focuses, seeing the large fleshy ball now fixed to her abdomen. She stares perplexed feeling the mouth around her cock loosen, letting her foreskin in, giving her aching hard cock some small protection. She tries to pull, eager to free her cock and find the strength to work herself to - she cries sharply as the mouth seals again around the base of her cock tighter than before, leaving her trying to pull but securely stuck by her own foreskin and the girth of her erection, keeping her fixed inside.

She cries out as something touches her oversensitive cock. Her whole body shivers: it's cold, wet, her cock nearly too hard to twitch away from the spreading feeling. She gasps as she feels small tongues licking her flesh, her arms giving as she collapses to cry against the ball as she feels them coil around her tensing shaft tightly, her muffled voice still louder than she would have liked as she feels them stroking her again. Her fingers tense, digging into the fleshy walls, and all too soon her back is starting to arch her up again, her voice rising into her heavy breaths. Gods finally, she's waited so long, finally - but something's wrong - the pleasure feels so good, but, not enough. Between the too short strokes and the tight ring of the mouth pressing into her base, the intense pleasure in her cock is building her to the edge, but keeping her their. On the very edge of cumming, gasping at the pleasure, her hips desperately trying to buck the ball fixed to her body, desperate for just that little more. But her trapped cock is still kept on the very edge, and there's nothing she can do about it.
 
As the pair of tendrils slowly licked the elf's gigantic cock, they were simply ripening her up for the biggest surprise. The futa elf was yearning to be purged of her sexual stress but she was far from being able to build such momentum. The wormy tentacles continued to lick and stroke her length, priming it up with their slobbering juices and pangs of kisses to her cumslit. With this much stimulation, her foreskin eventually was absorbed into her massive cock making the coiling tentacle jerk her meat in an oscillating motion.

As they started out as earth-worm agile tentacles, they suddenly began to transform into semi-flat tentacles like those of mollusk creatures with an upper and lower side. The surface of the upper side was pulsing with webs of veins and blotched with shades of purple color. Various bumps emerge pulsating like breathing cocoon of sorts. However, the underside was more horrendous. They were covered with a brush full of villi, each with pinhole sucking orifices constantly wiggling individually. All of them varied in shapes and sizes and all of them fluctuated in length and width. Whatever these villi were, it was a tall-tell sign that the elf was going to get a scrubbing like nothing before.

Once the twin tentacles completed their transformation, their thickness were almost half the size of the elf's dick and soon began to hug and snug around her member, slowly brushing their squirming underside against the surface of her dick making sure the deep crevices formed by her veins and arteries were not missed. Most careful detailed was put a lot on the ventral side where the villi began to prick and tickle the thick frenum ridge that ran along her length before reaching the neck, the most vulnerable weakspot of all. Unable to see, the elf could only hear and feel the sensation of pleasure burning close to the tip as it urged her dick to thrash and buckle under such tremendous torment.

Still, it was not the grand finale, the big beast slightly shifted itself so it would force the elf to remain in a kneeling position even though she was thrashing herself from this unbearable amounts of inhumane pleasure hitting her every second with no chance of letting up and giving her any iota of reprieve. Her time to climax was nowhere near even though she felt her psyche pushed beyond the limits even for a lust-hungry elf who had the best of both worlds in terms of sexuality. What more devious and horrific treatment had yet to break the elf beyond her will?
 
As she feels the tendrils keep slowly stroking her she tries biting her lip to keep herself from whimpering. Even as they lick her she manages to keep her spasming from reaching her voice. But as they touch her tip her mouth flies open. She cries loudly as they lick her cumslit, but that's only half of it. Her head is so wet with her own pre, and feeling the slick glans of their heads rub over hers own makes her so unbearable horny. As if the solid hour of teasing hadn't already made her hornier than she could ever have even imagined possible. But her anger is overcome as her body pulls her mind back to the unsatisfying strokes between blistering intense licks. Gods when will this end, she's so ready - so completely ready. What does this thing want? A startling thought, as she finally begins to realize what she's been trying to deny so hard - the she really has no control whatsoever over when she's going to cum - the horrible mutated thing in front of her, is in complete control.

Her eyes start to widen as she feel the tendrils gripping tighter - no not gripping - growing. Even though they've stopped moving she's still breathing very hard, eyes wide staring down at her shaking arms as they barely supporting her tensing body, caught in the feeling of the tendrils growing wider against her cock, their surfaces growing so much more intense, spreading into so many wet villi growing to slide over every unbearably sensitive surface of her cock's hard skin. Even when they've stopped growing she's still left panting hard, feeling the brushes of villi waiting wrapped around her throbbingly hard erection. She tries so fiercely to remain calm, to not let her cock tense from the distinct intensity of the villi's smallest movements, lest her tensing cock brushes against them all at once. She's so impossibly sensitive, she could never hope to take that. But if she just doesn't move, just very carefully stays perfectly still - her scream echoes off every surface as the scrubbing begins.

She's flailing so hard, the fleshy ball has to move forcefully as it repositions itself, angling itself down to push her back onto her knees. Her arms still hold onto it, but now they push her straight back into the air, leaving her head hanging back and screaming into the cave. The ball moves up and down as her hips madly buck her body up into it, arms unconsciously trying to fuck it onto her, both not accomplishing anything with the ball so securely attached to her cock, but she can't help it. It feels like her cock is melting in terrible ecstasy, her underside on fire with pleasure, her whole body bucking and tensing madly faster and faster, her orgasm rushing forward. This is going to make her cum, imminently, so very hard.
 
((Sorry for the delay, the holiday had put a drag on my mind))

The elf was agonizing and drowning painfully in a raging ocean of pleasure. Never before was her limit pushed beyond reality. Her cock became a lollipop candy for the creature to take it slow time in licking her delicious salty flesh and to savor every lick on her tender prick. The twin tendrils were thick and big that they barely even moved given the limited space they had on her member. They relied solely on their villi to brush the sensitive surface to keep the elf at optimal peak without her blowing up. But what for? Then the answer came in a large form of a big tentacle whose end looked like it had a fat slobbering grub attached to its end. There was no telling what sort of reaction to expect from a futa elf had she had the ability to see what was really going inside the big ball of flesh.

Nevertheless this hideous grub tentacle slowly approached the screaming tip of the elf's dick. It's disgusting orifice began to open slightly enough to let out its juice drool from its fat swollen chapped lips that seemed to slurp very loudly enough for the elf to hear something horrible awaited her trapped flesh pole. Each time her dick twitched and throbbed, the disgusting lips seemed to react to its presence by further puckering lewdly and letting the elf know that it was hungry for her cock whose cumslit was now opening wide as if crying out in pain and quivering in fear of the tentacle grub's presence. The twin tentacle that helped to prepare her dick like a wedding bride presented to the groom, began to transform once more, but only slightly by making themselves think to accommodate for the room on her dick so that the groom would make consummate love to its new 'mate'.

However they didn't shrink away from their responsibilities as they now continued to scrub their villi brush along the base of her shaft hugged close tot he orifice of the ball of flesh. Then something unexpected happened. The massive ball which the elf was forced to brace herself began to vibrate slightly and undulate unpredictably as its surface began to grow translucent all of a sudden. She was now able to see vast networks of veins and arteries coursing throughout the surface like cobwebbed highways spanning at different directions all at once. Yet through the organic flesh of wires, the elf would see the tentacles at work preparing her cock for the lovely union with the tentacle grub from inside the now translucent ball of flesh.
 
((np - that's what the holidays seem to be for sometimes :S. Glad to have you back.))

Her lungs ache as much from the screaming as from the constant breathing. Her whole body keeps tensing with each hard breath, bucking up into the ball, getting faster and harder right up until she doesn't cum again - for the dozenth time in a row. No human could have done the same - the tentacles keeping her ever so sensitive and so close to the edge, but slowing down slightly and changing position in the very last moment, a constant rising and falling of pleasure with her body desperately riding it, hoping for that last extra moment that will make her cum, before they shift and start scrubbing again.

With her hands gripping into her hair and her mouth gasping and crying, she can barely hear the sounds the ball is making. But she does feel the change - the pleasure suddenly retracting down her shaft until its only at her base. It still feels so good there, her body still breathing hard but no longer screaming, as she looks down over the rise and fall of her chest to see what's happening, feeling something wet drooling onto her hidden head. What now?! She throws her head back again as the ball starts vibrating, felt equally as strongly in the un-nursed head of her cock as in her balls pressed up against the vibrating surface, the stimulation there more than enough to make her cum - if the villi were still scrubbing more than just her base. By the time the vibrating stops and she looks back, she can suddenly see her cock - it's free, she's - she cries again as the scrubbing intensifies to remind her it's there. Eventually she sees the sphere of veins and arteries, figures out the translucency of the ball's flesh - and sees the drooling tentacle grub poised to swallow her tensing head whole.

She doesn't say anything, or do anything. The confliction of her mind is so strong she can't, her mind at once screaming 'no, please no, I'll die, I'll go mad and die,' as her voice whispers 'please!' She can see now the villied tentacles scrubbing just the base of her shaft, still enough to make her pant and tense, enough to make her whole body scream and writhe in ecstasy when they held her member before - but now she can see that hold is all they did, seeing them now using just their villi to make her base feel so good. Just such small movements, such gentle touches had her screaming so hard. So how would she react to the grub sliding its tight lips onto her, sucking her head deeper inside, sliding its tight wetness down her shaft, making her beg for - "No!" She screams, not as much defiant as desperate to be defiant. She barely sees through watering eyes as her hands push down the ball, fingers fighting to reach between the tight union of its flesh and her abdomen, arms half crushed as her hands reach around the very base of her cock, feebly try to push the ball off her. Of course it doesn't move a milimeter, its hold on her base far too strong. But still she tries to push, arms and shoulders tensing into the effort, desperate to avoid the final stroke in a battle she had lost from the start, her teeth gritting as she holds onto her very last vestige against being broken by the pleasure she's being threatened with, and keeps feebly pushing.
 
Pushed and driven to the edge, the futa elf saw the peak and the high limits of her psyche right before her eyes. Exposed, throbbing, and hapless. All that gave the elf her coveted pride was laid out bare within the fleshy ball of the creature being treated and prepped in a bridal fashion so it would become properly given away to this groom-to-be. A match made in heaven. The grubby bumpy oral obsession eager to consummate this union was enough to make her dick twitch and cringe in fear. Her pride was surging with pleasure eagerly waiting to burst out from the gaping tip hole of love and please the hungry grubby tentacle that was salivating in anticipation, one that made the suspense of the inevitable matrimony union unbearable.

Through the translucent undulating skin and peering passed the enormous vast networks of veins and arteries, the futa elf was ready to witness love at first sight. She was unable to control her body's urge from kicking and thrashing from the built-up sensation yearning for the grand purge it was dying for. Eventually, the stroking sensation provided by the villi brush embedded on the ventral side of the twin set of tentacles were causing her cumslit to flare painfully with the erotic stimulating sensation burning for the great slobbering kiss the grub-like mouth was willing to offer.

In the final moment, the one which the elf was dreading, the grub tentacle opened its mouth after making a loud slurping noise. It's mouth expanded wide open to reveal its horrid oral interior laced with drooling slime and wiggling follicle-like villi that had slight swollen tips puckering its tiny orifice. It expansive size intimidated the elf's already swollen cock. Then without warning and something she didn't expect, the translucent flesh to which she was seeing through suddenly went opaque in a flash of an instant. It blocked all view of the inevitable leaving the elf in a cliffhanger but knowing well the fate of her sexual pride.

A loud slurp muffled through the fleshy ball as the sensation of something wet and very sticky seized the tip of her member before whatever grasped it began to slide quickly along her length and assaulting every crevice of the surface of her cock with tiny-like sucking pincers that latched themselves onto it, tugging on her skin and detaching themselves with small subtle prick before assaulting the next untouched surface. The tight pressure began to take its toll as it started to squeeze tighter yet slick the length of her cock with the disgusting drooling but sticky slime as the creature was making lewd loud squelching sounds. The elf's dick was likely screaming in agony of the writhing pleasure burning within the fibers of her twitching muscular flesh.
 
Staring into the translucent ball, seeing the waiting mouth, terror takes hold. Her heart and lungs are racing, coursing adrenaline all the way down to her legs as they try to tense despite being bent under her, trying to get her to somehow stand and run! Her body knows - she has to escape! She still remembers how impossibly good the worm's maw felt, back in the forest, sucking her head from orgasm to orgasm. So good she wanted to die. And now, after a solid hour of teasing, being built up to orgasm then denied so countlessly many times, her orgasm built so powerfully within her, her sensitivity built to greater than she could ever even have imagined - now, she knows, if the mouth so much as touches her head now, she really will die!

Through the translucent walls she can see her arms still pushing up from her hips, harder than ever, her teeth gritting and her whole body groaning as she fruitlessly tries to push the cursed ball off her. Above her arms she sees the mouth open, the tight wet interior lined with so many snaking follicles, all lashing towards her dripping head, her whole cock tensing with every follicle that lashes closer to touching her, each tense pushing out more pre, so regularly it feels like she's actually cumming. As she stares wide-eyed at her own cock, all she can do is try and imagine what it will feel like to plunge it inside the waiting mouth. All she can feel is the pressure almost bursting her abdomen, her trapped orgasm so desperate to be released it's nearly splitting her hips in two, the pressure bulging her painful erection as it strains up towards the mouth, desperate to be plunged into screaming pleasure so strong she'll, she'll - she pushes harder still, frantic, panicking, her body trashing with her pushing arms, trying to flee, staring wide-eyed at the fate she cannot escape. Her breath stops as the mouth tenses, ready to strike, and the ball turns opaque.

She can't see, doesn't know, can't - she's starts pushing again, has to:

"UUUUUUUUUUUUNGH!" Her whole body is panting, terrified, wondering what sensation she just felt exploding into her body. Was that, is it over, did she cum? But unable to see inside the ball, she has no idea that what she just felt was only the tip of one of the follicles brushing just past her. Then all her air leaves her mouth at once.

She isn't screaming, she can't, her whole body is tensing and shaking with the pleasure stabbing straight down her cock from her very tip. Half a guttural scream escapes her the moment before her she spasms harder away from the agonizing pleasure sucking her tip inside, her legs nearly wrenching themselves out as it swallows her head whole, the wet tightness sucking her shaking member deeper inside the agony of pleasure, deeper, dee - dee.... she passes out.

Her body falls limply back, her legs completely buckled under her, the ball now holding her unresponsive body against the ground, completely passed out from the sensations.
 
The futa elf had reached her limit. No longer could her mind, body, and soul withstand the sexual abuse she had absorbed since she first step foot into this dark enchanted forest. She had laid limp and passed out. Yet with her body out of commission, the creature continued its business by consummating with her enslaved cock as it used its horrid means within its mouth to assault every inch and surface of her dick. The tongue inside the grub-like tentacle came out and began to flicker its ribbed tip against her cumslit before jabbing and wedging the lips of her dick. Once inside, it held its place as the heartbeat forced a pulsation to ripple through and create a throbbing sensation that emanated through the elf's ravaged meat pole.

Inside the fleshy pulsating ball, there was loud squealing slurping sound mixed with grueling and gurgling noises. It was though the elf's dick was screaming and begging for mercy but it would not get a reprieve. Though the elf was unconscious, this was reminiscent to the time when she laid asleep on the tree branch as an unknown assailant exploited her body and milked her cock thoroughly for her milky seed. Now even in her passed out state, her dick would remain hard and erect until it was forced to surrender its creamy goodness and satisfy its new mate-for-life. Time was not an issue for the creature, and unfortunately for the elf, for she was immortal. If the creature wanted to, it could have simply kept her as its milk maid property for all eternity. Yet, there were outside factors influencing this whole scheme, one which the elf was completely oblivious to.
 
She's having the strangest dream.

The forest village opens out before her. The immense white pillars of trees are detailed with the spirals of houses, their fair wood gilded and lovingly crafted around the natural contours of the trees they cling too. She's standing on one of the bridges, the same gilded wood flowing and spiralling into the railing she leans against, soft against her callused hands, the texture so much safer than the dark greens of the hunting grounds far below. So much duller.

A flash of red catches her eyes, and she looks up. She sees her. The glorious fire of her silken red hair, the perfect silhouted of her pale skin flowing into her white-clad figure. The full softness of those lips, the happy curves of her face lending itself to smiling, and the warm blue of eyes, never meant to see one as she. Never seeing her secret admirer, her unworthy observer. Never. Until Gloria turns to stare right at her. She feels her breath leave her body.

For a moment she feels herself writhing in a heavy darkness, an intense pleasure bursting up from her loins, too much for her too - she sees her own room, the fair woods and delicately carved furniture, the racks of bows and silver blades amidst the soft scents of the vibrant flowers. Seeing Gloria standing naked before her.

She can't breath, can't move, can't do anything but stare at the perfect cream of Gloria's skin, smoothly reaching down her graceful neck, over her soft shoulders, and further, further than she ever hoped to see, over the perfect curves of her breasts and hips, everywhere, she can see everything. And most of all she can see those soft full lips smiling at her, the warm blue eyes staring only at she, down between her legs.

She's naked too. And her erection stands extremely obviously before her, painfully hard, ever inch of the tightened skin slick and wet, an unbearable pressure almost crushing pleasure into her. Gloria staring right at it. She tries to cover herself up, but she can't move, so rigid with shock and disbelief. This can't be real! Gloria would never see her, never see her secret, shameful body, and if she somehow did she would never do anything but run and scream at the thought of - she blinks, and Gloria's kneeling right before her, pale slender fingers making her shiver as they wrap around her swollen base, those warm blue eyes staring up at her, full soft lips smiling right before her tip. She can feel Gloria's breath making her tip shiver so sharply, so close. My gods, she's, we're, we're going to - she looses sight of Gloria as she blinks, and screams as those soft full lips plunge onto her.

She's thrashing in the heavy darkness again, feeling something terribly familiar pressed between her legs and against her abdommen, her hands holding onto the slick top of a fleshy large ball, holding her down, consuming her cock in - she's back in her room, body half buckled over Gloria's head, her cock trapped in impossible entirety inside the tight warm interior. Her hands are holding the back of Gloria's head, entangled in the beautiful silky reds of her hair. But she daren't try and pull her off, not while she's biting her own lip and breathing so hard just to try and deal with the feeling of Gloria's mouth motionlessly consuming her whole cock, her soft lips gently holding her base, her soft breaths tickling her tip.

"Gl-" she starts between stifled pants "Gloria - why - why are you aa-AAAAA!" Her voice rising as she feels the tongue touch then flick over her tip. She's barely able to register the impossibility of her tongue being so deep inside Gloria's throat before she moans again loudly as the tongue spirals her cumslit, moaning with each intense pass. "Aaa, Aaa, Aaa, Gl-Aaa, GloriAaa, stoAAAAAA!" The pleasure explodes inside her tip, the tongue reaching into her cumslit. The rest of her cock is shaking and tensing madly, moving every surface within Gloria's mouth, the sudden feeling joining the unrelenting pleasure inside her tip in driving her right to orgasm as - Gloria's hand tightens around her base, stopping her cumming. "Gl - gl - please - ple-UUUUUUUUNGH!" The long guttral sound echoes the room in time with Gloria's head pulling slowly back, her lips sucking softly up her shaft all the way to her shaking tip, then plunging her cock back inside.

Her knees give out, buckling beneath her, leaving her half kneeling with Gloria still on her cock, pulling slowly back again and thrusting her buckled body straight back onto the ground, pulling back and thrusting again. Her own butt is already flat against the floor, but each thrust sends her harder against the ground, all the while feeling Gloria's tongue impossibly staying buried within her endlessly tensing tip, Gloria's lips thrusting all the way to the pale clamp of a hand squeezing her base, stopping her from cumming with each thrust of her mouth flattening her further into the ground. She's breathing so hard she can barely speak but to moan and pant and beg Gloria to stop.

For a moment she's thrashing in the heavy darkness again, feeling the fleshy ball trapping her cock inside, holding her down and clamping her orgasm off as the grub slowly thrust over her cock. But all too soon she's back in the dream, forgetting reality as she tries to deal with Gloria's impossible and relentless assault of her sex.

"Gl - Gloria please - Gl-UUUUUNGH!!"
 
The tentacles at the base of her shaft continued to rub its ventral surface against her member. But the mouth within the fleshy ball was enjoying slurping away at her meat making slow intimate love to her burning tip that was slowly and systematically losing a fight. As the elf dreamt away within her erotic ecstasy, much of what was transpiring within her blissful dream was affecting her sexuality in the real world reflected to the results between her legs. No doubt her body was enjoying the lust the creature was offering. But soon, it would have to pay for its service by surrendering to the vile creature its sweet nectar of milky seeds. The tiny agile tongue from the grub's mouth started to probe deeper, tasting and licking the creamy coating along the urethral walls.

The futa elf, even within her state of unconsciousness could not withstand it. She was ripe, and ready. Within the dark blinding cavern, someone was watching with a slight chuckle and a smile to which the futa elf was oblivious to. This ominous presence continued to watch and observe the elf suffering and thrashing violently like a helpless prey having its flesh engorged and feasted upon by a hungry predator.

"My my, such strong will. She will definitely suit my needs for sure. I'm surprise no one else but her has made it this far being able to withstand such tormenting abuse. Perhaps she may be the one I have been looking for all this time. It's time I give her reprieve" the stranger thought. With hardly an effort by this person to make even the slightest gesture, the creature milking the elf complied with its master's instruction and continued to ramp up the pace to force the elf to climax. The grub's mouth sealed its lips tighter around the neck of her dick and began to secrete more non-lethal toxins into her member and force it to swell up larger until her glans looked like a perfect plump ready to be plucked off from a tree.
 
Looking up at the ceiling of her room, the entire world seems to shake with each thrust of Gloria's wet lips and tight throat all the way to the base of her cock. She feels every slow, sucking, bittersweet pull and each suddenly blinding thrust burst into her, every thrust making the pressure in her abdommen smash against Gloria's hand clamping her base, every thrust enough to make her cum but for Gloria not letting her cum once. All while the entire underside of her cock swims in the pleasure of Gloria's long tongue lapping her skin, drowning her cock in her desire to cum, while she still feels the tongue stabbing bittersweet agony into her tensing tip, shaking her entire body each time. Each lap makes her want it more, each stab makes her want it less, each thrust giving it to her but for the hand clamping her base, stopping her, not letting her: "Gl - GLORIA PLEA-EEEEEEEEE!!" She feels the tongue stabbing straight down the center of her cock, the pain falling behind the explosion of pleasure of the long tongue screwing round and down her inside while the other tongue spiralls around her outside, all while the slow sucking pulls keep drawing all the pleasure into her tensing head, then thrusting is straight into her body all the way to her screaming mouth.

The roof is rising and falling side to side, as her body screams and tenses, rising and falling in time with each thrust, her hands squeezing her own breasts harder every time, everything feeling so bad and so good, wanting it to stop, to end, to explode, each thrust making her feel so much that she's cumming but still not able to. Her hands stab for Gloria's hand around her base, utterly desperate to claw her fingers off her, to let her cum. But she can't seem to touch Gloria's hand, just feeling a fleshy round surface in the way. She doesn't understand, can't understand, and can't think as Gloria's thrusts suddenly double in pace, slamming her cock inside her tight throat and spiralling tongues over and over and over.

Her body is rocking from side to side, her screams breaking with each thrust, her hands acting on their own as they reach down behind her, reaching past her shaking arse, trying so hard to reach. Her back arches far up and back until the top of her head is holding her body off the ground, pounding into it with each thrust, while her arms reach up between her legs, and dive onto her screaming sex, one grabbing and massaging her balls as her other dives onto her clit, madly pulling and squeezing and tugging, not caring for anything other than to make herself cum somehow. Her tongue is lolling out, moving with each broken moaning breath coming faster and faster from her bucking body, her saliva and her own sweat dripping down her face and past her vacant eyes, beyond thought, beyond words, beyond anything but the all consuming desire to somehow, some way, any way, to just cum.
 
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