Accept

You take your clothes off before walking deeper into the cave. They’re all you have, and tentacle monsters have a reputation for being... messy.

You walk nervously into his cavern and see him in the centre. "I've made my choice," you say loudly.

The thin tentacle rises up in front of you. "Go ahead."

It doesn't feel as strange entering your ear, this time, and he is a lot quicker to speak to you.

"What have you decided, girl?"

"I'll accept your offer," you think at him. "I need a safe place to stay, and there are worse things out there than being pregnant."

"Excellent. I haven't had a breeder in so long. My name is —" An unpronounceable squelching sound echoes through your head. "If you're going to be around for a while, I do have two minor things to do." You feel something change. "There, you will no longer be affected by my scent lure, and you are now incapable of breaking our deal. The moment you set foot in my caverns while not pregnant, you will come to see me and we will change that."

He's right. You're not pregnant, you're breaking the deal! You have to get him to breed you now!

"Oh, I will." he says. "Prepare yourself, because my kind do not do gentle."

He withdraws from your ear, and three thick tentacles approach you. They seem to be waiting for something, and the guilt you feel for breaking the deal is building.

"Are you —." Your question is cut short by one of the tentacles springing forward into your mouth. Its slick surface slides easily through your lips as the tip plunges past your tonsils and straight down your throat.

A couple of seconds later, the next pair **** themselves into your pussy and anus just as violently, and start ramming in and out. Both holes stretch painfully, never having taken anything as large as this before.

They work up a good rhythm. As the one in your pussy withdraws, the other buries itself in your colon, and when that pulls back, the first is knocking at the entrance to your womb. Meanwhile, the one in your mouth is rubbing your throat raw, moving twice as fast, and ensuring that it is always coming out when either of the other two reach full extension within you.

The result is that you are shaken quite violently up and down in the air... when did you get lifted off the ground?

The joint ministrations of the ones in your lower holes press in all the right places, and you feel the pressure growing. It's not going to be long before you blow. Perhaps sensing this, they speed up even more.

Your vision goes white for a second as the orgasm blasts through you, and a moment later, all three tentacles ram in at once. They pulse, and a high-pressure spray of thick, warm liquid hits your innards, but where a human man would be done quickly from this point, the tentacle monster keeps pumping. You get the unmistakable sensation of a very full stomach, before you suddenly feel liquid flowing up your throat. You just manage to suck in a deep breath before the monster's semen explodes from your mouth.

Similar things are happening at your other holes, but the overflows from those aren't triggering an entire extra sense as they exit. The taste as it flows over your tongue isn't salty at all, instead tasting like a rich cream. You can see why some fancy restaurants actually use tentacle cum as an ingredient, though it's best not to think about how they obtain it.

Finally, they lower you to the ground and pull themselves out, leaving you tired, full, and streaked with semen where the overflow hit other parts of you. You look like you're nine-months pregnant from all the fluids trapped inside you, and you're certain that you'll be actually pregnant soon enough.

You stagger away, intent on taking a wash in the river, followed by a nap before facing the day.