A Tentacle Strap-On

The pink cloud wrapped around Lois' waist, a band sliding down between her legs and up the cheeks of her ass to form a snug fitting harness—the reporter gasped as she felt the little "attachments" she had envisaged slide into her wet pussy and ass—and rising from the front of the harness, level with her crotch, was a thin, spiraling tentacle, gently curved...and surrounded by four undulating squid-like limbs, complete with suckers.

"My my," Circe raised an eyebrow at the violet energy-construct. "how creative. But tell me...how do you plan to use it?"

Lois smiled and tried to will herself forward...but it didn't work. The light on the ring started to dim, and the reporter tried to refocus on the love she felt...or at least the lust. Circe lay there invitingly, one hand already gently rubbing her wet slit, and Lois felt herself warm around the small phallic energy-plug in her own cunt...and the ring flared back to life, drawing her forward, toward the object of her desire.

The tentacles began to undulate, following Lois' desires...and Circe did not fight as two of them gently twined around her legs, spreading them apart, and the other two wrapped around the sorceress' midsection, getting a firm grip. A violet haze surrounded them both as the ring gently lifted Lois and Circe off the ground, free of gravity's grasp...

The violet light of love filled the false Star Sapphire...running over and through her...and she could feel the energy constructs like an extension of herself, her lust made manifest...but it wasn't the same a when she pressed her hands into the older woman's tits, feeling the heavy, slightly saggy mounds warm and inviting beneath her fingers, so different than her own, yet so soft and inviting...and Lois could feel the flexible tip of the fifth tentacle gently rub and probe at Circe's cunt, the dark lips wide and open. How many hundreds...no, thousands...had been swallowed within? Now it was time again...

Her first thrust was slow and gentle...almost too much so. Lois let the pseudo-phallus enter the sorceress a millimeter at a time, glacial yet interminable. Meanwhile the reporter's hot mouth worked on those tits, sucking the dark nipples, the tentacles of the harness preventing Circe from even grinding her hips as it sank a little deeper...and a little deeper...

"Really, darling." A hint of exasperation in her tone. "I appreciate the foreplay as much as the next woman, but I'm warmed up now and I think we can get down to business, hmm?"

"For an immortal, you seem a bit impatient." Lois parried, her eyes shining bright with the violet light of love. "But if you insist..."