Investigate the interior.

The scent of the women inside urged me to hurry. They would be my first, and my brand new breeder body was aching to serve its purpose. I saw no reason to deny myself the opportunity.

So I slipped around the side of the house and pried open the door. It was a simple house, with simple furnishings for simple people. I crept across the wooden floor, grateful that the boards didn't creak under my weight as I followed my nose to the kitchen.

A woman stood with her back to me, tending a piece of meat over the fire. From behind, I couldn't see her face or tell her age, but that didn't bother me one bit. It was a woman in good reproductive health with a narrow waist and gently flared hips suitable for bearing strong children.

I stood up to my height, having to duck through the doorway into the kitchen.

She shifted, sensing movement, but I struck with all five of my long tentacles before she could turn to face me.

She proved much less of a physical threat than the wagon guard had been. I dragged her easily towards myself, snaring her limbs and torso as she cried out in surprise.

I gained leverage as she drew nearer to me. Her feet left the floor, and my long tentacles coiled more and more around her body, snaking under her clothing as much as possible. She struggled, of course, and felt the needles of my barbs pierce her skin each time she did. Her screams filled the house even as she learned to quit struggling.

I savored every twitch of her body in my clutches. My tentacles coiled up her arms underneath her sleeves, and I could bend them any way I wanted. I reached under her skirts and wrapped around each of her legs and across her hips, her belly, her back. I enjoyed the smell of her rising fear, but her screams quickly grew tiresome.

I shoved one of my fatter, no-barb tentacles into her screaming mouth, watching with fascination as inch after inch slid into her at my command. Her screams became choked and then went away entirely as she struggled just to breathe. I found the limits of her throat and rode that line with a mechanical fucking motion, trapping her in a constant state of half suffocation.

A second, much younger woman appeared in another doorway and she immediately started screaming, eyes wide with shock at the horror scene before her. I'd been wondering how long the the other female would take to show herself.

I sent a single tentacle in her direction and managed to snare an ankle, yanking her to the ground to drag her towards myself as she clawed at the wooden floor in search of purchase.

Tearing the dress off of the first woman, who I deduced was the mother, I decided that being a tentacle beast was actually a lot of fun.