Tentacle Porn And The Kinky Sex Spell Gone Awry Part 2

Here I sit on the shore of Lake Hemet. The old witch told me to throw this potion bottle into a lake or ocean of some sort. So, this is the closest place. Yes, as you can tell, I’m impatient and I want to feel that power again. Little do I know it’s going to be tentacle porn.

The witch didn’t tell me if it would be the same demon as before, but honestly, I don’t care.

Taking a deep breath, I chuck the small glass bottle into the water. It lands with a small splash and sinks under the soft, lapping waves. From that point, the waves roll outward in a circle. The water starts to spurt from where the bottle landed.

Out from that spurt comes a dark, looming shadow. Only a second after another towers over the lake. Then another and another. When the disruption of the water subsides, there are six shadows over me.

As I look, transfixed, I see they aren’t individual entities. I realize, astonished, that they’re tentacles. No sooner had the understanding crossed my brain, the large, thick, black tentacles are moving toward me.

As one of the tentacles reaches the shore, it goes horizontal and shoots toward me.

I already know what’s going to happen but I’m still not sure if I’m prepared for this.

The tentacle wraps around my leg and yanks on it. I fall backward onto the beach, stunned. Thoughts of escape fill my mind, but I know that would be pointless.

As I’m dragged toward the water, three more tentacles reach for my helpless body. One slithers around my waist and I’m hoisted into the air just before I hit the water. The tentacle around my leg releases its’ grip and ungulates up my pants ripping them. I’m too much in shock to move. I was expecting a demon, sure, but not this.

Another tentacle snakes up under my shirt. The tip curls around some fabric and rips my shirt off with a snap. It does the same thing with my bra. All of my torn and tattered clothes fall uselessly into the water below me. The black probe, now at my panties, fiddles with the material and snaps them free of my body.

My body is now covered in the fishlike appendages. One pokes at my face. I know it’s not going to taste great, but I’m in no position to argue or fight back. Instead, I open my mouth and masterfully fight back the urge to gag as it invades my hole.

Tiny suction cup type things dance around my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

The sensation is odd yet pleasing despite the foul taste.

Another appendage slips itself inside my exposed pussy. The feeling is incredibly intense. If I weren’t gagged, I’d be screaming in a mix of pleasure and horror as the tentacle works itself in and out of me.

Yet another finds its’ way to my ass. It’s a tight fit and my hole stretches painfully around the pulsing appendage. Tentacles writhe all over my body touching, squeezing, and slapping my skin. The suction cups at the tips throb.

All three of my holes are filled with thick smooth feelers. My orgasm comes in a rush of pleasure and pain. I can no longer tell the difference between the two.

My body shakes, my pussy aches, my ass is stretched, and my energy is spent after a while. I don’t know how much time has passed. I’m limply hanging in the air while the tentacles continue their barrage of probing and I continue to climax over and over.

When they have had their fill and have satisfied their own sick desires, the tentacles flick my body. I land hard on the shore. My used body lies there motionless while unconsciousness overtakes me.

 

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