He ruins them

Author's note: I'm back from the Appalachian trail. I fell off a cliff, got lost, and managed to get back to civilization. Fun fact, squeezing moss and drinking the water is more refreshing than you think.

“Gah! You fucking bitch! Guys, she got me! Run!” Verdi shouted, watching his tentacles latch onto every girl and hold them up without his input, each tendril now acting autonomously as the aphrodisiac flowed through his body like wildfire. He could still feel every last one of the tentacles as they groped and teased every woman, yet he couldn’t manipulate them according to his will, the tendrils merely seeking pleasure and resisting his commands. Before long, he had lost control to all but one tendril, leaving him as an observer as the rest of his body acted on his primal urges.

“Where the hell do we run!? You’re taking up the entire Domain!” Tris shouted from outside the castle, backing away from the tentacles in front of her, only to trip over another set of wriggling limbs. She screamed as she was grabbed by the ankle and lifted into the air, another set of green vines supporting the rest of her body as she was dragged kicking and screaming to the bedroom.

“Alright girls! Party time!” Sarah shouted, feeling the tentacles lift her up and drag her out of the study to the master bedroom. As she was dragged away, a tentacle laden with spikes rubbed against her pussy, the sharp edges enough to give mild pain and pleasure in equal measure as Bey and Eris winced, feeling phantom pleasures ravage them.

“Bumpy!” Eris barked, feeling one of Verdi’s bumpier tentacles rub against her pussy, the nubs teasing her clit as she grinded against it. She opened her mouth, her long flat tongue lapping at one of the tendrils as Verdi felt himself groping her every curve, the smooth skin nearly scalding to the touch contrasting with the silky fur. As he teased her pussy, her juices ran down his tentacles like magma, his sensitivity to heat leaving him on the verge of climax from merely rubbing her. He could even taste her, his mouth tipped tendrils licking at her erect nipples and tasting the slight bitterness of ash and saltiness of sweat as he nibbled on her.

“WHY DO I FEEL SPIKES!?” Bey asked, mistaking Sarah and Eris’ sensations as her own as she struggled in her bindings. Gathering her wits, she broke free, Verdi’s tentacles instinctively releasing her when she used enough force to rip them. “Ha! Nice try-dammit!” Bey shouted, falling face first as another wave of tendrils grabbed her. She struggled, continuously breaking free only to have another set of tentacles catch her. Breaking free of his grip was child’s play, but remaining free was impossible. Sooner or later she would get tired. “I will burn you if you shove those in me!” She shouted as Verdi sighed.

“You do that and we’re all fucking dead.” He warned, ready to cast ice magic to extinguish himself on a moment’s notice as Bey grumbled to herself as she dove away from another tentacle. After several attempts, he could feel her soft, supple skin as he snatched her up, his body refusing to let a seedbed escape its grasp as he dragged her back. “I’ll, uh, see if I can at least have the smoother ones fuck you.” Verdi said as Bey continued struggling, running away only to have more tentacles snatch her again.

“Maybe have them not fuck me!” Bey shouted back as Verdi’s tentacles groped everyone, content to merely prodding and rubbing their slits rather then penetrating them immediately. He could feel their pussies dribbling down onto him, their grool having distinct, yet equally pleasant sensations.

“Give up Bey. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.” Sarah said, listening to Bey continue struggling against the endless green flood.

“Maybe I’d enjoy the ride more if it wasn’t so damn BUMPY!” She snapped back, tasting something sweet in her mouth as Eris began sucking on one of Verdi’s tentacles, gulping down his precum as her hot, flat tongue lapped at the shaft. Rather than deep throat him, she began bobbing her head at whatever tentacles she could find, licking and sucking at whatever tendrils she could as she felt the alien textures of each tendril. Bumps, knots, spikes, ridges, any shape imaginable could be felt as she licked at everything, the darkness of the room only intensifying her arousal. They could only hear the wet writhing of his tentacles and feel him coiling around them.

“Hey, can you turn on a light in here? It’s too dark to see what’s happening.” Sarah complained, stroking Verdi’s tendrils off with her paws as he grunted at the odd sensation of the paw-job. Her fur was silky smooth to the touch, and gave a unique texture that contrasted with the rougher paw pads she had at the center of her paws. Unlike Bey’s violent thrashing and firm grip, she was gently stroking him, testing out how much force she needed to use to pleasure him before giving his tentacle a kiss. Just when Verdi was getting into the rhythm of pleasuring the hellhound trio, he heard a shrill scream from Tris as her struggling suddenly intensified.

“Ow! What was that!? Fenri, did you stab me!?” Tris exclaimed as one of Verdi’s injector tendrils stabbed into her neck, an unknown concoction making its way into her veins. Not even Verdi knew what she was injected with other than the fact that it was safe. Next to her was Fenri, the hero idly stroking one of Verdi's tentacles with one hand while playing with one of Tris’ tails with the other, enjoying the contrasting sensation of slimy limbs and fluffy fur.

“I’m hurt you’d think I would ever hurt you!” Fenri said as she kissed Tris on the cheek, earning her a soft yip from her at the abrupt act. Suddenly, a soft green light emanated from Tris, illuminating the room as everyone turned to look at her. Rather than her entire body lighting up, her chest and groin glowed softly as Fenri reached forward to cup her breast, a gush of milk flowing from her and staining Fenri’s fingers. “Hello, what is this?” Fenri asked with childish glee, toying with the milk as Tris gawked at her now glowing bodily fluids staining her like body paint.

“Am I glowing!? Verdi what the hell!? Fix me!” Tris shouted as another tentacle stabbed into her neck, injecting her with another cocktail of drugs. “OW! Oh, thanks Verdi. Honestly, I didn't expect you to do that.” Tris said, slightly surprised as her body stopped glowing just as quickly as when she started, her juices returning to their mundane nature instantly. Verdi, on the other hand, was just confused about what was happening, his monster form still as blind as ever.

“What did I do? What happened? Is Tris still glowing?” He asked, the sole tendril under his control suddenly smothered by a pair of breasts. Squirming around, he pointed the tip at Citrinas’ face as she grinded her entire body against his tentacle, her soft thighs and warm slit rubbing against him as fem-cum and milk ran down his body. He could feel her lips press against his tip as she gave him a kiss, her tongue lapping at his tip in a mock french kiss. Rubbing her chest together, she gently tit fucked him as she looked down at him lovingly.

“Calm down and just cut loose. It’ll be like our first three months together!” She said cheerily, only to squeak in surprise as Fenri yanked his tendril away like a hawk would a snake, her fingers digging into his skin as she held him up to her face. Rather than take her death grip with stoicism, he let out a pained scream while trying to escape her grip.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAH! GENTLE GENTLE! THIS FEELS LIKE YOU’RE GONNA RIP MY COCK OFF!” Verdi screamed, Fenri’s death grip enough to strangle him as she shook him like a rag doll.

“Turn her back! The glowing was fun!” She demanded as another tentacle stabbed into Tris’ neck, another yip escaping her lips as she began glowing once more, Verdi’s body eager to please despite his lack of action. Upon seeing Tris glow once more, Fenri kissed Verdi’s tentacle and released it, allowing him to slither to Citrinas and wrap around her body, her soft skin gently pressed against his tendril.

“Thanks Verdi, love you! Now help me make Foxy a bit more cooperative!” She said affectionately, pouncing onto Tris as Verdi’s tendrils held her arms above her head, his body once again acting without his input. As if to reward him, she leaned over and began licking at one of his tentacles, her pierced tongue coaxing out precum with each stroke as she began drinking mouthful upon mouthful of his juices. Her eyes went heart shaped the second she tasted him as she felt her thighs grow moist, her pussy now drooling fem-cum at the mere taste of his precum. A devilish grin ran across her face as she doubled up on her oral affection, collecting his precum almost as though she were an addict while practically worshipping his tentacles.

“Gah! Stop injecting me with stuff! Now fix mph!” Tris shouted, her mouth suddenly silenced as Fenri kissed her. Before Tris could push her away, she felt Fenri’s tongue pry her mouth open as she forced a mouthful of Verdi’s precum down her throat. Before she could spit the slime out, she could feel Verdi’s tentacles pinch her nose while Fenri held her throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop. Instantly, her body felt like it was set alight as she felt her clit and nipples stiffen. Experimentally, Fenri reached down and merely stroked Tris’ slit, the casual touch causing her to whimper as one of her tails was released. Letting Tris go, Fenri looked down to see a pair of heart shaped pupils greeting her back.

“So Foxy, are we gonna be good?” Fenri asked, stroking Tris’ head before scritching behind her ears, a warm smile plastered on her face as she snuggled into Fenri’s chest.

“Yesh…” Tris slurred, half dazed as Verdi stared at Tris’ sudden mellow demeanor. It wasn’t an aphrodisiac, and it seemed to make Tris more eager to cuddle than fuck. Rather than melting her mind, she just seemed drunk.

“Tris? You okay? You sound kinda, I dunno, off?” Verdi asked as Citrinas frowned, watching Fenri begin playing with Tris’ tail while it waved about.

“I’d say she’s… Cooperative.” Citrinas said while holding her breasts up with both hands, her pierced nipples glimmering from Tris’ glowing juices lighting up the room. A thought popped into her head as she squeezed her breasts, coaxing several droplets of fresh milk to her nipples.

“Verdi, suck on my chest.” She asked as two tendrils latched onto her, the sweet taste of her milk flowing into him as Verdi regained some control of his body, his tongues probing her nipples and relishing in the unique texture of the piercings. Letting his tongues enter her nipples, he let himself enjoy the rich flavor of her breasts as the metal piercings rubbed against his tongues, the mere thought of fucking her nipples exciting him. Between his gentle sucking and licking was Citrinas’ unrestrained moaning as she gently massaged her breasts, coaxing more milk from her for him to enjoy. As she was being suckled, she looked over to Fenri with a smile.

“I think-ah, Verdi's body is just listening to any of our requests.” Citrinas theorized, biting her lip as she felt the tongues in her nipples lick around, each one tasting a different mammary gland with each thrust he made. The more he drank the thirstier he became, her milk almost intoxicating as he felt his body’s sperm production go into overdrive, his precum literally overflowing from his tentacles.

“N-no I’m not!” Verdi exclaimed before grunting, feeling several tentacles bump against teeth. Focusing on the source of the sensation, he noticed Eris happily stuffing whatever tentacles she could fit into her mouth, fitting almost three of them at the same time as she audibly gulped his precum. As she drank more and more of his aphrodisiac laced precum, Verdi could feel Sarah and Bey squirm in his grip, the hellhound’s drug induced arousal spreading to them.

“Eris! Stop drinking! It’s making it… Think… Hard…” Bey said, visible effort on her face to just focus as a wave of lust washed over her, Eris’ body filling up with more and more of Verdi’s aphrodisiac precum. Before long, hearts filled her eyes as she pressed her ass against a tendril with a thin, tapered tip, gently rubbing against it as precum gushed into her pussy. As hearts filled her eyes, Sarah began to gently kiss at her neck, the two moaning as they embraced amidst the tentacles. As if sharing one mind they both opened their mouths, their tongues flopping out as they licked at the same tentacle, cleaning the precum off his tendrils. Before long, Eris joined in, the trio worshipping the same tentacle as lust overwhelmed their minds.

“Hey Verdi, get ready.” Citrinas said, freeing one hand from a tentacle and snapping her fingers. Instantly, Citrinas’ chest began vibrating, a soft bell-like noise filling the air as he felt both tendrils suckling her chest flood with fresh milk. Moments later, he heard a second snap as Fenri snapped her fingers, her long tongue licking at a tentacle while her piercings pressed up against it.

“Good girl.” Fenri said, her long tongue licking the precum and slime off it as Verdi felt two distinct sources of pleasure. Focusing closely, he finally noticed that Fenri had some work done to her tongue, splitting it down the middle and studding both split tongues with piercings. As she traced his shaft, a soft ringing noise filled the air as the piercings began vibrating, improving her already masterful tongue techniques as she worshipped his tendrils. Moments later, he felt a soft buzzing at another tentacle as Tris groaned and squirmed, glowing pussy juice drenching him as she climaxed from her clit piercing now coming alive. Another tail popped out as she thrusted her hips forward, grinding her pussy against one of his bumpier tentacles to enhance her climax as Verdi groaned at the trio.

“H-holy fuck, you guys got these just for me?” Verdi said, his imagination growing wild at the sight of them. Sweetness overwhelmed his senses as Citrinas’ chest gushed into his tentacles, the piercings stimulating her to produce more milk than ever. As he enjoyed Citrinas and Fenri’s new piercings, he let his mind wander to the hellhound trio. They’d look and feel so much better with the same piercings. And the tattoos as well. All of them begging for his cum, their bellies full of children. Their eyes filled with hearts and-

“It was Citrinas’ idea! She wanted you to be able to have sex with her even while she was pregnant!” Tris shouted, the hearts in her eyes disappearing as she snapped back to reality and used her brief moments of sanity to snap Verdi out of his lust fugue. He was this close to giving up his married life for a life of endless women begging for his seed. He had to keep his eye on the prize, even if he’d miss orgies like this.

“She did?” Verdi asked, forcing himself to stay focused as he felt more of his tentacles come alive, wrapping around Citrinas’ body and caressing every inch of her. He gently massaged her breasts, coaxing additional milk while wrapping around her arms. Some of his tentacles latched onto her legs, wrapping around her soft thighs before probing her holes, the obscene shapes gently parting her holes and letting his precum slowly gush into her. Two of his tentacles coiled around Citrinas’ clit-dick, gently stroking the massive girl-cock as they gently coated her with his precum. He could feel her relaxing at his touch and the warmth of her femcum slowly drenching his tendrils while she pressed her ass into him, desperate to feel him inside of her.

“I can do this for every girl in your harem.” Citrinas said, stroking one of his tentacles as she spoke. “Could you imagine how good it would feel to have a thousand women, no, a million women in your grasp with vibrating holes? Don’t you want to feel every tentacle in a warm, wet hole as it vibrates around you?” She asked, only to let out a surprised squeal as Verdi’s tentacles sucked harder, the taste of her milk keeping him from falling for her offers. The sweet, thick concoction was the perfect ambrosia to keep him calm, his constant suction earning him greater mouthfuls of her rich nectar.

“She also got a womb tattoo to help with fertility, improve sensitivity, and let her convert semen to milk instantly. She did it all for y-mph!” Tris shouted, only to have her words silenced by Fenri gagging her with a tentacle, forcing the wriggling limb down her throat as Verdi felt her throat vibrate in a muffled scream.

“Shhhh Foxy. The adults are talking riht now.” Fenri said, holding Tris’ arms as she forced more and more of Verdi’s tentacle down her throat. He could feel her gagging and trying to force him out, her throat’s spasms only pleasuring him as Fenri forced him deeper into her body. He could feel her throat end as he emerged in her stomach, his tentacle instinctively coiling around inside of her as he felt the soft tingle of her stomach acid. He tried to retract his tendril, but his conscious mind and desires were completely at odds as he began thrusting into Tris’ throat, spittle and precum dribbling down her chin as Fenri licked at the rest of his tentacle, her long, split tongue vibrating as she teased him.

“You’re not convincing me that easily. In case you forgot, I’ve been fucking an entire city for the past month and I’m STILL trying to marry you.” Verdi reminded, his other bodies finishing up the last of the festivities as the party winded down. He couldn’t let them know that he had come close to admitting defeat with Citrinas’ erotic display, nor could he risk letting himself be distracted by any other body. Citrinas was always hesitant to admit her preferences and half the fun of sex with her was lightly bullying her for enjoying everything. Seeing her be so forward and honest was by far the most erotic thing he’d seen in his life.

“I thought you’d hold out.” Citrinas said, completely ignorant that Verdi was inches away from giving in. “So I want you to keep fucking us until you change your mind. Do whatever makes you feel good, and ignore any demands from any of us to stop.” As she said that, everyone in the room stopped and looked at her, the only noise being the idle writhing of Verdi’s tentacles, his body far more excited at the command than his mind. He had no morality or constraints restricting him. They’d probably end up mindbroken seedbeds by the time this was all over.

“Uh oh. You guys might have trouble walking when we’re done.” Verdi said, already feeling his body slithering around them, tasting their sweat, milk, and saliva in equal measure as foreplay truly began. He could feel the lips of the hellhound trio as he pressed a mouth tipped tentacle against their mouths, his tongues probing their mouths in a mock french kiss. He could feel Fenri’s pussy lips spread for him as he probed her with a tapered tentacle, the length starting as the width of a finger and ending as a thick monstrosity bigger than her thighs.

“Not the first time we’ve fucked in your monster form.” Fenri said with a groan, his tentacles wrapping around her clit-dick and stroking her as she spoke.

“It’ll be the first time I’ve stopped holding back.” Verdi warned as Citrinas began sucking on one of his tentacles, her soft mouth like a silken embrace around him while she moaned in his grasp. At the same time, he could feel Bey’s throat clench tightly as she looked at him, visibly worried knowing that until now he was being gentle. Fenri, on the other hand, scowled as though he insulted her mother as she growled like an enraged dog.

“You’ve been going easy on us this entire time!?” Fenri asked as Verdi cursed under his breath for being so thoughtless. “Go all out! No holding back and you do whatever perverse things your mind thinks of! I want us all to be a mindless fucking seedbeds by the time you’re through with us!” She commanded, the blunt phrasing shattering what resistance he had left.

“MPH!?” Tris exclaimed, still gagged by the tentacle as Fenri slowly pulled it out of her mouth, watching the tendril faintly glow from her saliva. Licking the spittle and precum off the tentacle with her split tongue, she let it roll back into her mouth while relishing the perverse mix of flavors before swallowing. Licking Tris’ cheek, she left behind a glowing mark as Fenri whispered into her ear.

“Don’t you worry Foxy. If you end up a drooling mindless animal, I’ll keep you as my pet. You’ll get plenty of kissies and lickies. I’ll even let you sleep in the bed with me!” Fenri reassured, watching Verdi’s tentacles lift Tris up and press her glowing slit against Fenri’s clit-dick, her grool slowly dribbling down the monstrous shaft and illuminating it with her glowing juices.

“Hold on! Stop! Her knot’s bigger than yours! Verdi!” Tris screamed, her screaming and flailing as she saw the clit-dick up close, the fleshy monolith far larger and imposing than the last time she saw it. It had the tapered shape and crimson red color of a dog’s cock and had countless small barbs studding it, making every thrust a mix of pain and pleasure. It was an incredible 17 inches in length with a massive knot the size of an orange, the round bulb laden with spikes that made any knotting an interesting experience just like Verdi’s. Grabbing Tris by the waist, Fenri spread her ass cheeks, presenting two warm holes dripping with juices while her own pussy was drenched at the sight of his tendrils.

“Hey Verdi, give me two big doggy dicks just like the ones you fucked her with earlier! I want to cum so hard I forget my name!” Fenri said, eager to have Verdi join in on the fun as Verdi’s body suddenly twitched. At first he expected his body to act and thrust two tentacles into Fenri as she requested, yet he could feel a modicum of control return over his body. He could feel his tendrils press against Fenri’s slit and ass, the tapered tips and swollen knots identical to when he was merged with her dog. Yet, at the same time, he could move the rest of his tentacles, as if he had a choice.

“Oi. Speed it up already!” Fenri growled as Verdi chuckled to himself. He couldn’t disobey a command, but he could reinterpret them as he prepared an injector tentacle. She did say she wanted two big doggy dicks. Who was he to deny her a request?

“If you say so!” Verdi said playfully, stabbing Fenri’s clit-dick with an injector tentacle. She yelped, feeling fluid gush into her cilt-dick, her body heating up as Fenri squirmed in his grasp, feeling her body change. Looking down, she could see her clit-dick begin expanding, growing thicker in one direction as if someone had tied a threat to her and pulled it. She could feel her knot swelling to an oblong shape as a tiny gap formed in the middle of her growing clit-dick, the mutagen continuing to run through her as her body heated up, sweat pouring down her bronze body. Her eyes went wide, watching the gap slowly grow as she squeezed one of Verdi’s tentacles, fighting her budding climax as she thrusted at the air. Unable to control herself any longer, she let out a cry of bliss as two arcs of white painted the air, drenching Tris as both of her new clit-dicks throbbed needily, the dual knots pulsating with lust.

“Verdi! That’s not what she meant!” Tris exclaimed as she felt Fenri probe against both holes, the tapered, almost sharp, tips spreading her with ease.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy with the results.” Fenri said as Verdi pushed Tris down, sinking several inches of girlcock into the screaming kitsune. She groaned, feeling the tight ring of her ass give in while feeling her vaginal lips almost kiss her canine shaft. It was far from the first time she’d double penetrated Tris, but feeling her own clit-dick was far more perverse than using Verdi as a glorified strap on.

“Think of it like this. You’re getting fucked in all holes no matter what, but this way I’ve got one less hole to fuck, which means it’ll be easier for me to stay focused.” Verdi said cheerily as Tris opened her mouth to protest. Before she could utter a single word, Verdi pushed her down, her stomach distending as both girls cried out, the knots throbbing against Tris’ pussy and ass as they pressed menacingly against her holes. The entire area glowed as breast milk, saliva, and pussy juice sprayed in an ocean of debauchery, Fenri’s groans and Tris’ screams harmonizing as one. Enjoying the dual sensations, Fenri reached up and pressed two fingers into one of Tris’ nipples, spreading it open as she let her long split tongue dangle menacingly above the other nipple, licking it gently as she teased the kitsune. Thrusting her tongue into Tris’ chest, she licked every nook and cranny she could. After some time she retracted her tongue, letting the taste of milk settle in her mouth before spreading Tris’ nipple, letting the frothy saliva and milk mixture dribble out of her.

“What kind of master would I be if I hogged all of my good girl’s holes?” She asked, Tris’ clit piercing coming to life as she spoke, the vibrations causing Fenri to tense up, her clit-dicks swelling visibly as she fought back her own climax. Biting her lip, she reached down and spread her vaginal lips, fem-cum dribbling out as she looked at his tendrils, eyeing each one with unmistakable lust. “Fuck all our holes.” Fenri commanded as Verdi’s body obeyed, several tentacles coming to life as they converged on the pair.

They were long and flat tendrils as thick as a finger and 4 inches in width. Countless tiny feelers could be seen on one side, aphrodisiac literally dripping from it like saliva as the pin sized wriggling limbs squirmed. On the other side were larger finger-like projections that could hit the sweet spot of any woman. Realizing what he was planning, Fenri pulled Tris off both her cocks, glowing juices coating the shafts as Verdi's tentacles wrapped around both shafts, the smaller nubs rubbing against her clit-dick while exposing the longer protrusions outwards.

“Oh, been a while since I’ve done this.” Verdi said, thousands of tiny feelers rubbing and licking at Fenri’s clit-dicks as she groaned, her knots throbbing as she came within moments of climaxing. Just before she could cum, Verdi’s feelers halted in place, edging her as she let out a growl of disappointment, only to remember Tris’ sopping wet holes waiting for her.

“Always wondered how Princess felt when she did this to me.” Fenri said, musing over their first encounter together as she remembered being on the receiving end of the perverse treatment. Feeling Citrinas’ hard clit-dick gouge out her womb as Verdi’s tentacles teased and probed her every weak point had been incredible to say the least. With two cocks and Verdi no longer holding back, there was a good chance Tris would be a mind broken when they were done.

“I thought you weren’t going to fuck my pussy or mph!” Tris exclaimed as Fenri grabbed Tris by the head. In one fell swoop, she forced Tris’ face against her chest, forcing a nipple into her mouth as one of Verdi’s tentacles squeezed her breasts, warm milk flooding into her mouth as sweetness barraged her tongue.

“You seem stressed Foxy. Here, have a drink and cool off.” Fenri said, holding her head in place with one hand while Verdi grabbed Tris’ waist. Rather than slam her down to Fenri’s knots and make her scream, he slowly eased her down a few inches before raising her, leaving a trail of grool to display just how deeply she was being penetrated. 3 inches, 5 inches, 7 inches, he continued easing her down, Fenri’s tapered tips parting her holes while Verdi’s tendrils wrapped around her stroked and teased her weakpoints. Hearts filled her eyes as Tris fought to resist the pleasure, milk spilling from her lips as she refused to swallow a single drop of Fenri’s milk.

“Foxy, don’t be so wasteful.” Fenri chided, playfully bopping Tris on the head as the kitsune shot her a dirty glare, the spiteful gaze contrasting with the hearts in her eyes. “Verdi~ Foxy won’t drink her milkies. Can you change that?” Fenri asked as Verdi sighed, his body acting against his own will.

“Sorry Tris, this might be a little uncomfortable.” Verdi apologized, stabbing another syringe into Tris’ neck as she whimpered, the soft jolt of pain the only prelude she had before feeling warmth run through her body. Dreading what was going to happen to her already modified body, she waited a breath, only to feel a strange dryness in her throat. Thirsty. Her throat was wet, yet she felt pangs of thirst as if she hadn’t drank a single drop of liquid all day. She fought her urges, resisting as much as she could only to feel the thirst pangs intensify. Her body NEEDED to drink something.

Swallowing her pride, she began to lick and suck at Fenri’s nipple, her milk alleviating the soft burning in the back of her throat with each gulp. Before long she was licking and sucking with all her heart, Fenri’s milk the only antidote that could alleviate her endless thirst. Letting go of Tris’ arms, Fenri began idly scratching behind the kitsune’s fox ears, enjoying herself as she let her pet drink her fill.

She could feel Tris’ body relaxing around her, almost as if her clit-dicks were reshaping her holes to mold around them as they thrust deeper and deeper into her. Verdi’s tentacles continuously stroked her, the feelers making each thrust she made a unique sensation, as if she was entering a new girl with each movement. The soft squelch of each thrust was accompanied by two audible gulps, her left breast occupied by Tris’ inexperienced yet desperate sucking while her right breast had Verdi’s tentacle suckling her while its tongue probed the inside of her nipple, stirring up her milk as he drank from her. She let out a girlish squeak, suddenly feeling three tendrils press against her ass, urethra, and pussy while a third dangled in front of her mouth. Opening her mouth, she could feel all four tentacles slowly slither into her body, the pace almost agonizingly slow as Fenri and Tris were gently violated, the mind breakingly slow pace driving them to the point of madness as Tris’ juices illuminated the entire room.

“Two down.” Verdi said, watching both girls embrace as he continued to slowly fuck them, relishing their tight holes as they clung to his oversized limbs. Letting his body act on its own, he focused onto the hellhound trio, suddenly noticing new flavors of milk barraging his senses. Rather, he could taste three distinct flavors of milk as he tried to guess whose milk each flavor belonged to. One of them had a sweet rich flavor that human milk had with the slightest hint of spiciness in it as if someone had added paprika to it. Another had a stronger, almost primal flavor with a complex almost smoky flavor. The third had a mix of both flavors with the slightest bitterness of charcoal or ash. To his surprise, he couldn’t feel any of their holes wrapped around him, the hellhounds content with his idle teasings as they played with each other.

Bey was lying on her back while Sarah straddled her face, her tail wagging in perfect sync with Bey’s tongue. Left, right, up, down, it was almost adorable how perfectly in sync the two were as Bey’s tongue circled her clit. Despite how slowly she licked and kissed, Sarah was panting like a bitch in heat as she played with her breasts, letting Verdi drink her milk as she massaged her chest. She let out a muffled moan into Eris’ pussy, the hellhound pressing her slit against Sarah’s face while she ate out Bey, the three of them enjoying their shared sensations as they ate each other out.

“You three seem to be having fun. I’ll leave you be.” Verdi said, the three of them not even registering his words as he felt his body writhe. Despite receiving no commands from them, he could feel himself shifting and reaching forward, Citrinas’ commands for him to do as he pleased still in effect. Before he could ravage the girls, he forcibly restrained himself, regaining some modicum of control over his body as his body froze in place. Despite his willpower, he felt one tendril slither out, the limb eagerly stroking Eris’ tail before pressing against her ass, the tapered tip akin to a tongue as it toyed with her hole.

“Oh, someone’s finally joining in.” Sarah said, grabbing Verdi’s tentacle while licking her lips. “Hold on, let me lube you up.” She said, licking the inside of her mouth to build up saliva. After a few seconds, she looked down and opened her mouth, her long flat tongue flopping out as a thick strand of spittle flowed from her mouth. Verdi winced, feeling almost magma hot saliva coat his tentacle as he felt a soft paw-pad stroke him off. Before long he could feel the warm saliva wrap around his tentacle, lubricating him as Sarah grabbed Eris’ ass, spreading her cheeks invitingly as Verdi growled.

“Oi, get back here you little fucker!” He snapped angrily at the renegade tentacle, feeling it press against Eris’ ass. He could feel it giving in, the tight ring of muscle spreading open as Sarah licked at the rest of his shaft, lubricating the next section. Three shrieks filled the air as all three girls felt Verdi enter Eris’ ass, his endless length continuously feeding deeper and deeper into her. Verdi grunted, each inch hotter than an oven as he slithered through her ass. After a few minutes, he could feel a vast, empty chamber packed to the brim with thick, almost molten hot fluid warmed by her body temperature. It had only taken him a second to register the molasses thick fluid as his own precum Eris had been guzzling down earlier, the hellhound drinking as much as her stomach could handle.

“Tummy full.” Eris said, removing her lips from Bey’s pussy as she looked down, surprised to see her belly as flat as ever. The tentacle was far from thick enough to bulge her belly out, but it was thick enough to let her know just how deep he was in her. She almost looked disappointed as she let her tail go down, looking at Verdi’s main tentacle.

“Tummy fuller?” She asked inquisitively as Verdi felt a tinge of personal insult at the size of his tentacle. They’d never slept with his monster form. They had no clue what they were asking for. He could feel his body falling under his control again as he forced his tentacle upwards, replacing the vast emptiness of her stomach for the vice grip of her esophagus. Eris’ ears perked up as her tail went rigid, suddenly feeling something rise from her throat. She opened her mouth to bark a question, only to let out a pleasured moan as Verdi’s tentacle shot outwards, a shower of precum and saliva washing the trio as Sarah and Bey yelped, feeling their throats tighten around a phantom cock.

Before they could adapt, Verdi snaked his tentacle to Bey’s ass, enjoying the momentary coolness of the air before feeling the hellhound turned human’s body. The second he entered her ass, he could feel Eris’ throat vibrate as she yowled, her pleasure doubling as Verdi traversed Bey’s body. Unlike Eris’ molten core, she had a more standard body temperature, her insides no different from a human’s. A familiar empty chamber awaited him at the end of her guts, his tentacle emerging in her stomach as he felt warm slime awaiting him inside.

“Looks like someone’s been thirsty.” Verdi said, feeling Sarah’s fem-cum inside of Bey’s stomach. He coiled around, rubbing around her stomach and lubricating himself before making a beeline for Bey’s throat. Feeling him toy with her body, Bey quickly shoved Sarah aside, looking down at her ass as she tried to halt him from going deeper.

“Wait, wait wait, don’t-GLURGH!” She yelped, her throat bulging out as Verdi emerged from her mouth, his tentacle grinding against Sarah’s clit as it emerged between her breasts.

“Welcome back. Hope the trip was fun.” Sarah said, giving his tentacle a kiss as if she were a housewife greeting her husband while tit fucking him.

“Oh, I’m not done. It’s a round trip.” Verdi said, his tentacle slowly descending and pressing against Sarah’s pucker. A surprised bark escaped her lips as her tail wagged, pawed hands playing with her pussy as she felt his tapered tip slowly part her ass. Bracing himself, he forced his way through Sarah’s ass, her insides a wonderful mix of Bey’s tightness and Eris’ warmth. It was almost snug as he made his way through her body, each inch like a warm fireplace. He could feel her clenching and relaxing in perfect sync with the other two, their bodies closer to one person than three. Another push, and he could feel the emptiness of her stomach. To Verdi’s surprise, her stomach was filled with breast milk, semen, saliva, and pussy juice, the unholy mix of fluids clinging to his tentacle as it lubed his ascent out of her stomach. A familiar sensation ravaged the trio as they felt short of breath, Sarah’s throat now filled with tentacle cock as he emerged from her mouth. As he embraced the cool air outside the hellhound trio, he couldn’t help but enjoy the perverseness of the act.

All three girls were spit roasted ass to mouth, their entire bodies nothing more than cock sleeves as he enjoyed the rainbow of sensations barraging them. The different temperatures, the absurd tightness, how each of them squirmed in his grip, the vibrations from their moans teasing him, it was a rare treat to enjoy this kind of sex with so many girls. A hand gently grasped the tentacle from Sarah’s mouth, gently pulling it downwards as Verdi suddenly noticed Citrinas standing next to the hellhounds, her body unrestrained as she stroked the tentacle like one would pet a dog.

“Hey Verdi, why don’t you try going through me, then Tris, then Fenri?” Citrinas asked, gently stroking him as she looked at the hellhound trio. “It’ll be like the first few months we met.” She reminded as Verdi thought back to those wonderful days. He’d once fed his tentacles through all the elves, then fucked Citrinas with them. Listening to them scream and moan while playing with themselves, fingering their pussies and whimpering for him to attend to their neglected holes…

“Don’t you want to know how it feels to go through a hundred, no, a thousand girls?” She asked, yanking more of his tentacle out of Sarah’s throat as the hellhounds moaned, feeling him force his way through their bodies. He thought of her proposal, having literal miles of tentacle cocks snaking through writhing bodies. “Cherani has a population of several million. I bet with your monster form, you could go through everyone in the country at the same time.” She continued, her voice almost hypnotic as Verdi thought about her proposal. An entire country of willing women ass fucked.

“Even while we’re all pregnant, you could still have fun in our other holes. Wouldn’t that be so much better, having sex without a care in the world as you keep us full of children?” She asked, her lips pursed as she pressed the tip of his tentacle against her mouth. Despite the precum, breast milk, and saliva coating his tentacle, she licked it without hesitation, sucking on his tip as she goaded him into falling for her offer.

She was right.

He could force his tentacles thousands of women at once like he was skewering them, fucking them all at once while their pregnant bellies bounced along with his movements. He could use tentacles with multiple heads to cum inside their bellies to keep them fed while he fucked them. He could even layer each tentacle with a different texture so they could enjoy each sensation. Citrinas would of course, be the first he violated. She’d taste every mile of tentacle cock he used to fuck a new girl. She’d be the first his tentacles entered before he ravaged another woman. She’d be the crowning jewel to his palace of debauchery, encouraging him as he fathered children in the millions. He’d be-

“Glurk!” Bey growled, yanking Sarah forward and forcing his tentacle out of Citrinas’ mouth, saliva spraying everywhere as Verdi felt Bey’s insides tense up, her movements alone akin to jerking him off. Before anyone could react, she grabbed his tentacle and pressed it against Eris’ ass, the base of his tentacle still plugging it. Pressing forward, Verdi felt Eris’ ass slowly loosen as his tentacle dove forward, rubbing against itself as he made his second loop through the hellhound trio.

“Bey! That was for me!” Citrinas said with an annoyed voice, watching the hellhound girls scream and moan as Verdi made his way through Eris’ body, each inch feeling tighter as a faint outline formed in Eris’ stomach, his tentacles bulging through her skin the deeper he went. Hearts filled all three girls’ eyes as they toyed with their neglected pussies, enjoying the deep fucking they received as Citrinas glared jealously at them. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Verdi grabbed Citrinas, encircling her with as many tentacles he could muster. She was dangerous. If he didn’t have Bey and Tris constantly keeping him distracted, he’d have likely fallen for her little trap. She’d be one of many seedbeds rather than his prized wife.

“Don’t worry, you won’t need to share.” Verdi said, lifting her up by the arms and legs as he let several tentacles support her waist. She didn’t even try to struggle as dozens of tentacles encircled her, the area around her now a mass of throbbing, writhing tendrils. The other girls were no longer an obstacle, all 5 of them happily moaning as they toyed with each other and his tentacles. He couldn’t deny enjoying the sight of other women toying with Citrinas, but for now he wanted her all to himself.