[Mating] Tentacle bulb stuffing with pulp!

[Aeylin: Stimulation D20 - Libido +7 - Horniness 10/10 (x3)] (Stimulation A)
[Tentacle Bulb: Stimulation D20 + Libido 10] (Stimulation B)

• Stimulation A 17+7+30= 54/100
  The tentacle that found my pleasure buzzer sends a nearly orgasmic shiver down my spine nearly squirting on the spot, the orbs full of potent swimmers jumping anticipatingly. There is no way to deny the internal screams for release as my heavy rod slowly droops out from its sheet awakened from its slumber. An explorative tentacle following its descent curling around it like a lover wrapping their hand around their partner's manhood ready to aid their release
• Stimulation B 22/100

"Nnhhaaa..FHhuuck..J-Just get it over with..Ahnn" ~

"Sllrnnp, sllk" The tentacles reply to your twitching ears, each finding a crevice to caress and rub along in their attempts to map every inch of your body, your please is heard and answered as its first appendage roughly plunges into your coochie without a single warning. Fast and determined it writhes through your warm, wet tunnel in search of an incubatory place for its offspring. Each and every nub aids to stimulate you further like the tiny barbs of a feline rod but spread all across the length at varying intervals.

• Stimulation A:1+8+30= +39.
  96/100

_"G-GOds! Fhh.Fuck me, please..Aah..I need..nhh..no!" _Internal conflict and chemicals fight over your consciousness, the plants' pheromones causing your brain to release all the feel-good hormones you'd ever need, preparing your body for its purpose as its personal incubator, the perfect vessel to sow its seeds.. the other part of your brain releasing suppressed signals of stress. If only you had the power to fight it off...

• Stimulation B: 16+10= +26.
  48/100

You can feel the first of many climaxes fast approaching, your dam is on the verge of collapse. A castle is about to release the floodgates in a **** attempt to flood the intruding forces. Somehow you have the feeling that won't stop them in the slightest..

"SLrrhp-Schhp-SHrrrpp" The onslaught of the slimy wriggling mass persists each one making further progress across and inside of you, the scout in your cooch prodding around your body's most pristine defense called the cervix, giving it a few confirmative 'taps and kisses' to test a breach in its defense.

• A: 6+7+30= 44. CLIMAX 40/100. -2 horny
• B: 12+10=22. 70/100

"GoOOOods!" The poor mare's hips shudder, her fully erect rod flaring proudly as it slaps into her tummy slapping it like a drum of triumph as your cunny clamps down around the invading ****, the grip so strong it momentarily halters its very movements whilst riding out her climax.. but for a moment.. with renewed vigor the mass comes alive again, the one around your shaft gripping it firmly as if it's trying to tame a stallion as it continues to buck against the underside of your tummy. It slides and squeezes across its length in an attempt to milk the contents of its overburdened sack, some of the smaller tentacles tickling and wrapping around each of the heavy orbs in a protective manner, each one easily the size of a tangerine..bigger still. The singular explorer of your hiney retracts and starts to proceed to poke at your defenses, it slithers further and wraps around your tail as it secures its place, waving it like a flag up high and proudly. That is until you feel the familiar sensation of its 'kisser' prodding at yet another barrier that clenches down against the foreign intruder.

Yet it's not the only attempt at a breach, your agonizingly empty slit winks in jealousy as if to blow kisses at any of the other invading forces to tempt them in having another go at it. It is but a moment for your prayers to be answered, you can feel a heavy thump on your back similar in size to the body of that giant constrictor you've encountered before.. it snakes across your backside along the 'scout' on your tail, following what you presume to be a pheromone trail as it follows its exact pathing straight towards your winking slit the tips of both your sexes kissing one another at their introduction right before it plunges home all the way to your furthest dept like soldiers carrying a massive log used to siege the gates of even the best strongholds. Your eyes widen in shock at the sudden stretch, a stretch that your body is fortunate enough to accommodate given your lower body's nature of a horse and the plentiful amount of your mixed juices. It relentlessly pounds against the gates aiming to find a way in.

• A: 11+7+24-15= +17. 57/100
• B: 15+10=+25. 95/100.

"Oh gods..nn..NO! Please! Yh..You're not meant to pierce it..jhh..Just hold up against it..i..It's not meant to..th..take that!"
Tears form in the corners of your eyes as even a proud mare like yourself has not been made to endure such a forceful impact, especially when it's not spread out across the flare of a stud but all concentrated on the very tip of its rod.

• Escape attempt

[Strenght contested: A 8+2+8+1= 19 vs B 3+5= 8]

With all of her remaining strength, the mare stands up out of the writhing mass, shaking her back muscles before she trots off with a kick to successfully rid herself from its grasp, her head clear from the earlier corrupting effects of lust-induced brain fog and the dawning realization of her imminent **** allowed her body a fighting chance. The creature was on the verge of climax having released its grip just enough for her to do so. [8]

Her kick misses the writhing mass but at the very least she's free of its hold.. for how long remains to be seen.
[Natural 1 on its latch]

Without hesitation, the mare draws her bow..covered in slime. She grips it firmly and seeks an arrow to let loose on this fool creature. [19+3+3= 25]

[17+5, 12+3] The arrow lands with a loud splurt, goop splashing from the impact as the writhing mass comes slows and seizes.
+300xp

Level up!+