Mom sends Emily back inside.

"N-nothing, Emily..." The woman managed to croak between spasms. The small green tentacle had now wrapped itself tightly about her clitoris, rubbing, caressing, and tweaking until she could hardly surpress her moans of pleasure any longer. In the distance Emily, though surprised by her mother's reaction, seemed somewhat hesitant to heed it. One foot inched forward, but quickly pulled back. She jumped slightly as her mother's voice came once more to her, cutting sharply through the torrent of darkness.

"Emily, I just, I-I just thought I saw s-something. It's...oh god...ok, just, go inside, alright? Y-you've got school tomorrrow, and, and..." The mother began to pant as several more tentacles began to slide up her long, pale legs. Emily had to go soon, or she would find herself screaming in pleasure right in front of her daughter. The storm raging about her didn't even matter any more. "that sleep over, to plan for. G-go on...oh...." Her hips bucked slightly as she finished, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip.

Emily stared bewildered, for a moment. She glanced to the house, then back to the field, and inevitably sighed at her decision. Her mom was right, she did have a lot to worry about for tomorrow. Thus, she called out one final time, "Alright mom, be careful though alright? I'll head back to bed just..don't sta out here too long!" With that, the young girl scampered back towards the house, her mother not even bothering (or able) to respond. Amy belonged to this creature for the night, now.

"Wh-why?" She gasped as she finally allowed herself to tumble backwards, the mud squishing around her as she struck the earth. She could hardly keep her thoughts together any longer, but that didn't slow down her attacker at all. As her eyes fluttered shut, and her hips began to buck, the two additional tentacle climbing her legs finally reached her pussy, and spread her dripping lips apart. For a second all pleasure stopped, and Amy whimpered...but then the original tentacle slid within her slippery depths. She moaned like a whore- thin as the thing was, it felt better than anything she'd ever had before. Maybe it was chemicals in the slime, or maybe it just knew how to touch her just right...but either way, it quickly had her panting and groaning in time with its thrusting.