Chapter 63
But Cynthia didn’t even have time to get properly angry. In the minute or so she wasted on frustration and outrage, even more bundles of tentacles surged in and began to wrap around her body.
Fortunately, she was no longer stuck hanging upside down.
The tentacles very gently supported her lower back, winding around her waist and arms to hold her up. Thanks to that, Cynthia was no longer in danger of suddenly dropping to the ground or dangling precariously.
What’s more, as if to reassure her, thin tendrils caressed her hair and cheeks and patted her belly. Out of everything she’d encountered since coming here, this might be the kindest monster of all.
But that wasn’t the real problem.
‘I’ve tried it with Sellie’s fingers and with a fake c**k on a chair, but why do I so stubbornly not want to do it with a gentlemanly tentacle like this?’
That question rose clearly in her mind, but the answer was obvious. She didn’t want to.
She didn’t place much importance on ‘first times’, but no matter what, this was still a monster. Instinctive aversion surged up in her. As if reading her mind, the tentacles holding her with gentle, weak force began to squeeze a little tighter.
Even as she felt her breath being cut off, Cynthia stubbornly shook her head from side to side. No, absolutely not!
‘I’d rather do it with Sellie instead!’
Just as she squeezed her eyes shut and thought that, a tentacle instantly yanked her pants down to her ankles.
Before she could even cry out, a tentacle with a blunt tip was shoved into her mouth. She tried to spit it out in horror, but the tentacle forced its way in, rubbing its slick, slippery surface against the roof of her mouth and the insides of her cheeks however it pleased.
And that wasn’t all—a thick tentacle suddenly pushed its way between her now-exposed thighs.
“Uh, mm, hhk!”
Slick.
A tentacle, sticky with a viscous fluid that seemed to ooze from its tip, split her flesh and pushed in deep, only to slide right back out again. All the while, it hugged her waist tight and rubbed her back and forth, as if thrusting.
The tentacle, already swollen and stiff like a c**k ready to e*******e, burrowed between her damp thighs, thickly forcing itself between the soft, wet folds. Since she wasn’t wearing any underwear, she could clearly feel the sensation of the bulbous tip and shaft scraping over her flesh.
The same was true for the one in her mouth. The thick tentacle filled her mouth to bursting, gliding over her tongue and hitting the back of her throat as it thrust in and out, bringing both a sense of suffocation and a strange liberation every time the hot shaft pressed all the way in.
Cynthia, tears streaming down her face from the sheer physiological overwhelm, could only let her head flop weakly, dragged along by the thrusting into her mouth. Oddly, the taste of the mucus was sweet like honey, and she kept swallowing it without meaning to—which somehow seemed to make the heat in her belly flare even more.
With the continued stimulation, she naturally grew wetter below as well. The mingling of the tentacle’s fluids and her own made wet, squelching sounds echo through the quiet Spring Blossom Garden, and the blunt tip of the tentacle repeatedly pressed and rubbed up from the base of her c******s.
“Hmmpf, nngh… hng, nngh, mmph.”
The shaft, slick with saliva and wrapped in the fleshy walls of her mouth and cheeks, grew steadily hotter as it slid over her tongue. As the tentacle, now swollen enough to make her jaw ache, pressed deep enough to block her breathing, the tip forced its way down her throat.
And then, with a violent surge, a rush of fluid burst from the tip and flooded her throat.
“Guh, kh, kuhk!”
Only then did the tentacle pull out of her mouth.
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