Quinn hurried through the crowded streets, not quite pushing her way past the people moving slower but still swearing at them under her breath. She was driven by lust and desire, it had been four days since she had seen her two lovers and she hoped they hadn't given up on her. The banked fire between her legs hoped for something else, a real cock instead of the much-abused cucumber that she finally had to throw away.
A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. The vegetable had smelled of her pussy when she pulled out in the morning. Her juices had seeped into the fingernail cuts she used as a grip; if they used it for cooking, she had no doubt that everyone would have tasted her excitement in the meal.
The idea of her father or brother eating her pussy turned her stomach slightly. But, having her mother found it would get Quinn in trouble so she had taken it with her along the trinkets to sell. When she found a spot over the bay, she tossed it as far as she could and watched it fall on cliffs, cracking in a shower of juices and pulp before disappearing into the waters.
She already had her sights on another one, she secreted it under her bed right before leaving. The new one was larger and firmer. The thought of having something so large shoved into her cunt brought a flare of heat to her. As much as she wanted Skein's and Rober's cock, she also wanted the fullness of something far larger than the two men were capable of providing.
A passing wagon almost hit her. She ducked back and forced her thoughts back to her surroundings instead of focusing on her soaked pussy and growing desires. Clutching the empty basket—she had already dropped off the trinkets—she waited for the road to clear enough for her to duck through and come up on the stairs leading into the library.
Quinn made a beeline for the dragon statue. Her eyes scanned around it, hoping to see her two lovers, but there was only a young man eating his lunch near the head. Disappointment filled her, but she bore through it and made her way to the ass of the dragon. Neither of her men would have known what had happened to her, she wasn't allowed to send a message. They also had a job, ones that didn't allow them to stay waiting for her presence day after day.
She sat down between the legs of the dragon, right underneath a disturbingly detailed pair of balls. She didn't know how the artist knew what a dragon sack looked like, but the detail spoke of hands-on experience. Before, she would have just guessed it was random, but after seeing Skein's and Rober's, the details were uncanny.
With a giggle, she ducked her head as she settled into place. Pulling her skirt over her knees, she sat cross-legged and tried not to think about her bare pussy underneath the thin fabric. Every breeze that made its way past the dragon would ripple underneath the fabric, tickling her heated sex and sending delicate kisses along the slick folds of her womanhood.
When neither showed up in the first minute, she let out a sigh. It was going to be a long wait.
Time slowed down for her, the passing minutes stretched into hours as she waited for Skein and Rober. Every time a uniformed guard or military walked past, she felt a brief moment of hope which was crushed when it wasn't Skein or Rober.
The mood of the city felt strange. The bustle of people remained, but something pricked the back of her head as she watched the people heading to their various destinations. It took her a while to figure it out: they were quiet. A somber mood had settled over the folk around her but the side conversations were muted and she couldn't overhear any gossip.
Quinn started to get worried as she watched. Something had happened, but nothing anyone wanted to talk about. It was as if everyone had gotten afraid of being outside.
It came around mid-afternoon when the concern finally got too much. She got up and rushed to buy a small lunch at a cafe near the library. It was a simple fare—a loaf of bread, soft cheese, and a package of steamed meat—but it smelled good. She kept it in her basket as she worked her way back to the statue.
She came up the stairs before she realized there was a familiar man waiting for her near the middle of the dragon. Her eyes lit up and she raced toward him, arms held open wide. “Skein!”
Skein looked blindly for a moment before he focused on her. His hair was slicked back and he wore his army uniform over his muscular chest. He had one hand on the hilt of his sword, but released it as she threw herself into a hug.
“Oh, I missed you!”
“Dearest Quinn! You're safe!” There was a sullenness to his voice.
She pushed aside a brief flash of concern and hugged him tightly, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much.”
“Dearest Quinn—”
“My mommy found out about us and grounded me. I couldn't leave a message or anything and I was so afraid that you'd leave me.”
“Quin….” His arms finally wrapped around her, holding her tight. “No, I'd never leave you. You are the most perfect woman I have ever met. The only thing I've been thinking about the last day is about protecting you.”
She grinned and kissed his ear. “And I like fucking you too.”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, I like that. But, I need—”
She pulled back and peered around. “Is Rober still on duty?”
His body tensed and the concern came rushing back. “Dearest… I—”
Quinn pulled back, a tremor coursing through her. It snuffed out the flames between her legs. When she saw a new emotion in his eyes, she looked around hoping that Rober was trying to sneak up on her.
“R-Rober,” Skein sighed and gripped his sword again, “Rober is gone.”
The world spun around Quinn. She shook her head and clutched her stomach. “W-What? Why? Was it me? What did I do?”
Skein's eyes opened wide. “No, no! It wasn't you, it… it…”
His eyes shimmered with tears and he shook his head. “He had patrol duty last night, down by the docks. Something happened and the entire squad was hit. We've been pulling out bodies since this morning and—”
Quinn shook her head, a sick twisting in her stomach sending a bolt of pain through her body. She stepped back further. “No, he can't be gone. I… he loved me.”
Skein sniffed and shook his head, the tears threatening to escape his eyes. “I-I know. You were the only thing he had been talking about for days, but then… it isn't just him though. There were dozens of missing people last night: men, women, children, even horses. He was just one.”
A sob ripped itself out of Quinn's throat. She sank to the ground, unable to stop the tears that dripped down her face. “No, not him. He can't be gone.”
Skein rushed to her and knelt down, pulling her into a tight hug. “I'm so sorry, dearest. Please forgive me, I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to tell you.”
Quinn let out a wail and clutched Skein. “I loved him. I… he was my first.”
“I know, dearest.” Skein stroked her hair, the dark curls clinging to his fingers. “I know, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.”
Quinn closed her eyes tightly and shook. “It isn't fair. Why did this happen?”
Skein didn't answer.
Quinn sobbed into his chest for a moment and then realized he wasn't moving either. His body trembled and every muscle slowly tensed around her, not as an embrace but as if something had struck him. Slowly, she lifted her head as the sick feeling in her stomach grew.
He wasn't looking at her. Instead, his wide eyes were focused over her shoulder, toward the bay.
Gulping, Quinn slowly turned her head, afraid of what she was going to see. There was movement down by the bay. At first, she thought it was just a number of boats sailing through choppy waters, but the movement was wrong. It writhed and shifted in a way that no ocean had ever done before. It looked more like coils of gray rope somehow twisting above the waters. She gulped again, a tremor shaking her body. “W-What's that?”
“I-I don't….” Skein's voice trailed off.
Suddenly, a bulge appeared in the water. It looked like an upside-down bowl coming up from the floor of the bay. Millions of liters of ocean water swelled up in a blister of water before it exploded out. Sheets of water shot out in the air, higher than the buildings. A tidal wave capsized the boats in the bay.
Thousands of tentacles burst out of the water, spreading out in all directions. They were huge, as thick as tree trunks and hundreds of feet in length. They towered over the building as they curled up toward the city.
Quinn screamed as did many other people.
“Fuck!” swore Skein. He yanked Quinn to his feet and pulled her back.
The tentacles nearest to the docks plunged down. More screams rose out of the air as they punched through buildings and boats, shredding them instantly as they grabbed tiny people and yanked them into the air.
Quinn almost lost control of her own bladder, but then Skein shoved her back.
“They're coming!”
The street erupted into panic. Everyone out racing in all directions, colliding with each other, tripping to the ground, and shoving each other out of the way. She heard someone scream and the crack of what had to be broken bones.
A shadow flashed over her. She snapped her head up to see one of the tentacles punch into the library. Shards of stone and broken glasses exploded out from the impact, showering the courtyard in front of the library. Glass whizzed past her head but she could only stare dumbly as a ripple of movement ran along the tentacle before it surged deeper into the library.
The girth above her was still wider than a tree trunk, but she could see that it was a mottled pattern of grays and blues. There were no suckers or barbs on it, but thick streamers of slime dripped from the entire length and it glistened in the sunlight. It would have been pretty if it wasn't for the screams that were coming from inside the building.
Skein yanked his sword out and stood in front of her. With his other hand, he roughly shoved her back. “Fuck! Get back!”
Quinn noticed that she left her basket behind, but it was too late. She let Skein push her back as she inched toward the stairs leading back the way she entered from home. She could already picture the road she took there and tried to think of how she would run home along it, where to hide and where she would be exposed. Her breath came fast and hard. She struggled to keep her head clear with the fear that poured through her veins.
The tentacle yanked out of the library. There were half a dozen people caught in the thick coils. Their shrill screams filled the air. As it twisted back, thick splatters of slime splashed to the ground. It hit the ground with a thud that shook the ground before splattering out in all directions.
Quinn tried to dodge the slime, but it was like an ocean wave. It slammed into her, instantly soaking through her clothes. The force of the blow staggered her back until she tripped on a step. With a scream, she fell back and landed hard on her ass.
Skein was also pushed back, but he managed to remain on his feet. He growled as a sparking blue flame outlined his body. The taste of combat magic filled the air, it was the sharp scent of lighting.
She started to crawl back to her feet, but her foot slipped in the thick layer of slime on the ground. She hit the stone cobblestones with a smack. When she pulled her leg back, she realized that a new heat had ignited between her legs.
The slime-soaked fabric of her skirt had plastered itself against her pussy. She could see the rounded edges of her labia through the fabric. But, it was more than a cool slime that covered the rest of her body. Her pussy felt hot, searing actually, and it was sending tiny orgasms ripping deeper into her core.
She panted for breath as she tried to reach down. Every movement caused her slime-soaked shirt to lift and fall off her breasts. She hadn't bother with a bra and her hard nipples ached from an intense heat that clung around her sensitive tips.
Quinn clutched the ground, her fingernails digging into the gaps between the stones. She couldn't believe how fast the heat grew inside her. It curled along her skin and seeped into it, filling her body with a rush of an orgasm about to burst inside her.
The surrealism crashed into her. There was no foreplay, no fucking, no cocks. One moment, she was terrified and then the next, she was covered in slime and about to have the strongest orgasm in her life. She let out a soft whimper and tugged on her skirt, trying to pull it away from her bare sex.
It peeled off her with a wet sucking noise. Every millimeter of fabric coming off her bare pussy sent sheets of lust racing through her body. She's suffer a thousand cocks slipping out of her with less loss than the simple fabric coming off her body.
But the heat remained. It hovered right on the edge of pleasure and discomfort as it seeped further into her body. The tendrils of pleasure spread deep inside her sex, spreading out through the rest of her body and connecting with the heat that expanded from her aching nipples.
A wave of liquid heat rushed over her and her entire body spasmed. It was a tiny orgasm with the promise of a far bigger one, but one borne of only slime and nothing else.
And then she moaned. The sound came out of her throat in the brief pause between the screams and yelling. In her ears, it was the only sound that echoed across the library courtyard.
Skein turned toward her, a frown on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but the air suddenly thumped around her.
Movement caught her attention. She looked up as the tentacle suddenly curled down, dropping its victims.
Quinn tried to follow the falling people, but the tentacle drew her attention. The tip swung out over the courtyard, coiling and uncoiling as it stopped above her. The tip was rounded, a large sphere that looked disturbingly like a black eyeball. It tilted until it aimed at her; it had a blue pupil staring straight at her.
The fabric slipped from her hand. It slapped back against her body, molding to every curve of her body. When it struck her pussy, she jerked and let out another unwitting moan.
The tentacle plunged down.
“Quinn!”
It was Skein, but she couldn't look away. The black tip of the tentacle moved with incredible speed, blurring as it approached. She could tell that it was about strike her, but she was helpless to do anything. She was pinned in place like a ghoul in the light.
He slashed at the tentacle as it came down, but missed. It punched into the ground between her legs, shattering cobblestones and ripping the soaked fabric from her thighs and waist. The force of the blow and the impact with the ground yanked her toward it.
Before she could do anything other than gasp, her thighs yanked against the rapidly moving tentacle. The rippling movement caressed and stroked against her thighs, sex, and knees. Slime sheeted off the length of the tentacle, soaking her even more.
Quinn's body exploded in an orgasm as the tentacle seemed to touch every part of her legs and thighs at the same time. The heat from the slime continued to pour into her body, splashing against her sex. It was cool everywhere but her pussy where it felt like cum splattering against her naked skin.
The mottled pattern faded along the tentacle, the tentacle darkening into a solid color from where it touched her.
She sobbed into her orgasm as she spasmed against the slick hardness between her legs. She couldn't help but wrap her legs around it, drawing it tight against her exposed slit and letting the slime wrack another wave of pleasure through her body.
A powerful hand grabbed her hair and yanked back. At the same time, Skein's sword slashed above her head and into the side of the tentacle.
She felt the impact of the weapon through her thighs before he pulled her free. It sent another bolt through her aching cunt and she clenched as another orgasm rippled through her.
The sword continued through the tentacle, cutting clear through before it came out the other side in an explosion of dark blue blood. The blood splattered against the cobblestones and began to sizzle.
Hand still caught in her dark curls, Skein yanked Quinn to her feet. “Come on, run!”
She grabbed at him, her slick hands slipping against his chest. She was weak from her orgasm and couldn't find her balance. Her feet trembled as she whimpered.
“No fucking time!” snapped Skein. He looked around for a moment, then bent into her, planted his shoulder against her stomach, and then picked her up.
A wave of helplessness crashed into her as he straightened. Her breasts thumped against his back before she could brace herself, looking up as her lover sprinted from the library courtyard. The wind of his passing brushed against her naked sex; it felt good despite the horror and the slime made her want to spread her legs to give more access to her bare pussy.
Skein raced along a narrow path. His sword remained out, she could see the splatter of dark blue marking their path.
As they came around a corner, she caught sight of the bay. The tentacles were still spearing out of the middle of the bay, but she could see some mass underneath the water coming up. It was rotating as it did and she could see four dark blue eyes rising to the surface. Between the eyes was a mouth, a hole lined in sharp teeth that looked like broken glass. Slime burst out of the mouth, staining the water into a dark hue.
She whimpered at the sight of it, but then the tentacles drew her attention. They were no longer randomly attacking the city. Instead, there were hundreds of them spearing toward her, arching high in the sky until they darkened the sun. She had to lift her head as they approached with inhuman speed, the black eyes at the tips were all focused on her as they came down.
Figurative claws clenched at her stomach as she saw them approaching. It didn't matter how fast Skein ran, there was no escape. She wanted to cry out, to give directions, but the heat between her legs stopped her. A tiny orgasm rippled through her body, clenching her pussy and adding her own juices to the thick layer of slime that covered her.
The next tentacle punched into the side of a clothing store as they passed. Broken glasses were nothing compared to the second impact that took out a wall. The tentacles pounded into the ground and buildings around her, destroying everything as Skein ran for both of their lives.
She saw his sword flash as he dropped it. It clattered loudly and his entire body tensed. For a moment, they froze as he looked back.
The tentacle caught them as he turned back to abandon his weapon. The thick, tree-wide appendage swept sideways, throwing both of them toward a large, plate glass window in front of a bakery.
Quinn screamed, covering her face as she came through it, but then another tentacle punched into the ground in front of her. She saw Skein fly through the window before her own impact against the slime-soaked tentacle. Her breasts and hips landed first into the muscular but spongy material. The slime softened the impact and smacked loudly, sending a splash of it everywhere.
She slid down, the ridges of the tentacle stroking against her thighs, pussy, and breasts. It was another long, pleasurable slurp of an inhuman tongue. Her body tensed at the sensations and she had a tiny orgasm from the slime-fueled heat before her rounded ass smacked against the cobblestones.
Quinn whimpered as she froze, the afterglow of the orgasm making it hard to move. She tried to force herself to walk, to crawl away. Her hand trembled as it clutched the ground, ready to force herself.
More tentacles came swooping in. She tensed for the impact, but they stopped when they were meters away from her. A dozen black eyes looked at her from all directions. The pupils were large circles of dark blue that locked on her even as the hovering tentacles circled around her. She felt naked in their grip.
She knew it was the monster that protected the city. It must have thought that she was its Omelas, though she hadn't been the bay since the first day they arrived in town.
As much as her fantasies thought about a large creature, the tentacles were too big for her. Each of them was as wide as a tree and many of them could fit her entire body inside it. She shook violently at the thought of being raped by one of them; it would kill her no matter what magic was used.
One tentacle rushed forward.
She screamed and planted her hands over her pussy.
The tentacle uncoiled as it came toward her, thousands of thinner tendrils peeling off from behind the eyeball. Each one had a dripping, rounded tip as it blossomed apart.
Instead of a single heavy impact, she was assaulted by the tendrils. They wrapped around her arms and legs, caught her throat, ankles and wrists. Slime splattered everywhere as her outfit was torn from her body.
She could only scream as the coils slide through slime along her body, rolling around her limbs. She was ready to hear the crack of bone or experience the end, but they simply held her tightly in place.
There were more, more than she could count. Tentacles grabbed her breasts, stroking along her nipples before coiling around her large mounds. More tendrils wrapped around her buttocks and thighs, squeezing down as they rolled over the firm surface of her ass.
The tentacles easily pried her legs apart, pulling them until she felt the thick layer of slime sluicing between her legs and along her cleft. Every bubble and surge of liquid sent a boiling heat rolling down her skin.
The exposure and helplessness sent her off on another orgasm. Her vision blurred as she was wracked with a strong one that kept her helpless.
Tentacles moved down her body, along her taut belly down to her sex. She could only watch as one tentacle ran a tip down her pussy lips, spreading them apart. She tried to resist, but it continued to pry her open.
She gasped loudly, an inhuman craving filling her body. She knew what would happen, the slime-soaked tendril was poised to rape her. She knew it would hurt but she didn't know how much the agony would be.
The tentacle plunged in without warning. She felt every millimeter as it drove deep into her pussy. It was smooth but the muscles underneath the skin were thick, rounded ridges. It borrowed deep into her, filling her almost instantly before twisting and yanking out.
There was the briefest of moment as she tried to realize it wasn't pain she felt, but pleasure. The tendril hadn't hurt her, it only filled her in a way that no human or cucumber could ever match. It felt like and wriggling, but still filled her completely from clitoris to cervix.
Quinn gasped, her breasts heaving against the tentacles that assaulted her nipples. “Fuck!”
The tentacle plunged back in, easily piercing her body. It reached the limits of her pussy when it thumped against her cervix with a brief flash of discomfort and pleasure. Her insides started to mold to the thick, twisting intruder before it yanked out.
She cried out and tried to pull her legs together, but the tendrils holding her knees apart were too strong. No matter how much she strained, there was nothing she could do as the tendril plunged back in, centimeter after centimeter of muscular length burrowing deep inside her before the stroke ended with a thump against her innermost gate.
A cry rose out of her throat as the tentacle fucked her harder, pumping into her pussy with long, inhuman strokes that took her from clitoris to cervix with every stroke. Her stomach swelled slightly with every thrust and she jerked when it bottomed out in her.
Some of the fear fled her as the tentacle pounded her cunt, slamming deep. The discomfort was nothing compared to the rippling length that penetrated her opening and burrowed deeper. She arched her back into the thrusts, unable to move her arms and legs.
Her eyes closed into slits as her world focused on the tentacle. It continued to drive into her with a steady beat, yanking out until it was completely clear of her bare pussy before spearing her again. She tensed with the impact and let out a gasp of pleasure as it bottomed out.
Streamers of slime poured out of her pussy, splashing against the ground. She could feel it warming her from the inside, sending every nerve into overdrive that made each thrust overwhelming pleasurable.
More movement drew her attention. It was another tendril, just as thick as the first one. It crawled up her thigh, tracing the slime-slicked skin as it came up between her legs.
Her breath came faster as she stared at it. Clenching her sphincter tight, she prepared to be impaled again.
The second tendril plunged forward. But it didn't spear her asshole, but plunged into her pussy next to the other tendril. Not expecting the thrust, Quinn let out a cry and jerked against the tentacle pinning her in place. She had been stuffed, more than every before. The two tentacles thrust out of rhythm from each other. Every few thrusts, both were bottoming out inside her and stretching her entire passage from clitoris to cervix. Other times, it was a constant assault against her pussy as one impaled as the other drew out.
She let out a cry, her body jerking with orgasms that wracked her nerves. She couldn't escape, she tried to pull her legs together, but there was nothing she could do. It was too much, too much pleasure, too much pounding. It hurt but also felt good as her body thrashed with the rapid-fire plunges of the tentacles.
Quinn's eyes rolled back in her head as her entire world focused on the two plunging appendages. She didn't think she could take any more, but the pleasure that they were inflicting on her body sent her entire senses in overload. She came, or never stopped coming, but it didn't matter. She was a hole to be fucked, made for an inhuman creature. It was nothing like her fantasies, but nothing could prepare her for the assault of pleasure.
Broken glass snapping yanked her attention back. She lifted her head and peered down her slime-soaked breasts, the two large tips shaking with every thrust. Between her legs, the two tentacles assaulted her pussy in incredible waves, but then she spotted Skein staggering out of the store.
He had blood covering his face. His uniform had been ripped, exposing bare skin that she gripped in passion less than a week before. He swayed for a moment, and then pulled out a makeshift spear with a glass tip.
The sight in his eyes, the protectiveness, shoved her into another orgasm. She gulped and called out. “S-Skein!”
He charged as his body ignited into blue flames.
A different kind of lust filled her, of a powerful man coming to her rescue. She dreamed of being saved before, but she never imagined it would actually happened.
She tried to free herself, but only managed to writhe helplessly in the tentacle's grip.
The blade flashed and slashed through the tendrils. The thinner lengths easily parted under the makeshift blade. Black blood splattered everywhere as he severed the two tentacles fucking her pussy and then continued into the ones that held her left leg.
Her limb went limp and thudded against the ground. Her pussy stretched open, but the two tentacles remained buried inside, still twitching from their assault.
Skein snarled and cut through more, freeing her from her entrapment. When he finished, he jammed the butt of the spear into the ground and swept her up, pulling her slime-soaked body tight against his chest. “I'm here, Dearest.”
She wanted to tell him that it felt good to be fucked by the tendrils, that it was nothing but pleasure, but the sight of all the tentacles around her froze her throat. There was something sinister about how many of them were in the stages of splitting open like the first one did. There were thousands of thick tendrils on the cobblestones around her.
Her pussy clenched as she thought about taking them all. It would have killed her, there was no way her pussy, or even her ass or mouth, could take so many but they looked ready to fuck. She gulped as the heat continued to build, the fantasies and brief fuck warring with her father's words, it was going to rape her until she died.
A powerful roar ripped through the city, shattering glass and shuddering bricks. As one, Skein and Quinn looked up to see that the creature in the bay had pulled itself partially out.
The maw of broken glass-like teeth dripped with slime. Tentacles waved over it as people fell into it. Quinn didn't need to hear them to know they were screaming before they fall into the inhuman mouth a hundred meters across.
“R-Run,” gasped Skein. He stepped back away from the bay, his boots squelching in the slime. “Fucking run!”
Quinn glanced at him, then followed his gaze.
There were more tentacles coming down at her. The solid mass of them darkened the sky. Each one was tipped with a large, black eye and many of them were splitting open into too many tendrils.
Any pleasure or joy evaporated in an instant. The sight of the tentacles coming for her sent pure fear coursing through her veins. Spinning on her heels, she raced away from them with Skein running behind her.