Go along with it

As horrifying as her situation is, Adella knows that she must get out of the banquet hall undetected. Doing so under the creature’s cloak appears to be her only option. Besides, with the way the tentacles hold her against the creature’s body, her presence under the cloak would be difficult for any observer to detect.

Adella tries her best to relax her muscles and not fight against the creature as they shuffle forward. It is difficult for her to relax because the appendages at her nether regions continue their intrusive investigation.

The princess tries to forget the snake-like appearance of the wiggling appendages all over her body. Closing her eyes, she tells herself that it is no different than when she touches herself as she bathes or — more accurately — when she pleasures herself.

At first, she can almost imagine that it is her fingers that delicately trace the edges of her vaginal opening. As one of the tentacles pushes inward and finds her clit, she can almost convince herself that it is no different than when she lies awake in her own bed, using her fingers to bring herself to a satisfying climax.

It soon becomes an exercise in futility, however. Not even two, three, or even five fingers together could match the girth — let alone the length — of the thing that is persistently pressing its way inside her. She tries to protest, but the tentacles in her mouth prevent her from making more than a muffled sound.

It is at this moment that Adella becomes aware of some sort of secretion coming from the tentacles in her mouth. It has a musky, salty taste, and it coats her tongue and runs in trickles down her throat. She also notices that other tentacles are producing the same thick secretion. She feels rivulets making their way down her sides. She can also tell from the way the tentacles slip over her nipples that her breasts are also being covered with this strange substance.

A powerful wave of desire sweeps over her. Despite her fear about the uninvited sexual liberties, Adella feels her clit begin to swell. Twinges of sensuality come from her loins and cause her pussy to throb, inviting the tentacles to enter further. The tentacles moved slowly at first, finding entry into her dry vagina difficult. The combination of the lubricating secretion and her own lustful juices rapidly change conditions, however. Despite its thickness, the tentacle thrusts easily into the tight hole between her legs.

Adella is amazed at how quickly this sensation of lust came over her. She also notices that her fear and resistance are rapidly subsiding. She has just enough time to wonder if the creature’s mysterious secretions have some kind of mind-altering effect before her attention is completely consumed by what is happening between her legs.

With increased persistence, the largest of the creature’s tentacles begins to throb and steadily move in and out of Adella’s cunt. With each entry, it invades a little further. Adella feels an unprecedented surge of pleasure each time and is prevented from crying out only by the tentacles that continue to swirl around in her mouth.

A forward thrust is stopped as the tentacle reaches the barrier of Adella’s hymen. As if confused by reaching an unexpected blockade, the tentacle pauses. Adella can feel it moving around gingerly, and she can picture it sniffing around like a snake that has found its path obstructed.

Adella holds her breath in anticipation. Her maidenhead is the crown jewel that must be preserved for her future husband. At the same time, it has been the shackle that has **** her to forego the pleasure and liberation that her brothers so freely enjoy. Powerless to do anything other than wait for the creature to act, she attempts to prepare herself.

Finally, as if making up its mind, the tentacle pulls back and then thrusts forward forcibly. Adella feels a tear and a brief, sharp pain as her virginity is shredded by the mysterious creature whose name she does not even know.

The pain is immediately overshadowed by an orgasm that seemingly comes from nowhere. Whether it is the effect of the creature’s secretions or if this is what every woman experiences, Adella has no way of knowing. She is unable to ponder the question, anyway, as her entire body seems to be charged by an internal bolt of lightning. Her cunt tightens and clutches the tentacle, simultaneously attempting to hold it in place and trying to pull it ever further inside.

For what seems to be a full minute, Adella feels wave after diminishing wave sweep over her body. At the same time, the creature is seized with repeated spasms, and the secretions begin to pour forth from every appendage. Adella feels herself **** as her mouth fills with the substances. The creature withdraws its tentacles from her mouth, allowing her to spew an entire mouthful of the substance onto the ground. Despite this, a considerable amount has made its way down her throat.

Adella gasps, both from trying to catch her breath and in response to the most powerful orgasm of her life. As the tentacle withdraws from her pussy, she feels copious amounts of liquid drip from between her legs.

**** drowsiness and feelings of carefree blissfulness sweep over her, and the princess is barely aware of the fact that they have resumed their journey out of the banquet hall.

With the tentacles holding her tightly, she does not need to expend any effort to walk. The creature carries her like a doll, pulled tightly against his body. Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, Adella knows that she needs to regain control of the situation, but the compulsion to close her eyes and slumber is almost irresistible.