Orgasmic

She had never imagined feeling this way. Pleasure and pain mingled in a hellish whirlwind, each spasm of her body betraying her will. The Quarren's tentacles seemed to adapt to her body's every reaction, intensifying their grip with sadistic precision. Ahsoka felt her soul tearing apart under the ****, her mind sinking into an abyss of sensations where submission became the only escape. The Quarren laughed again, its laughter echoing in the pool like macabre music, as it pushed a little harder, each movement eroding what remained of its resistance.

Her life from now on would be a quest to feel such orgasms, even if it meant becoming the fuckbag of the most foul creatures in the galaxy.

The Quarren, sensing Ahsoka's resistance crumbling, decided to intensify its hold on her bruised body. A fourth tentacle, thicker and rougher than the others, emerged from the darkness, wrapping itself around her trembling shoulders before sliding into her mouth, muffling her **** cries. The suction cups on her clitoris redoubled in vigor, sucking with a **** that made her moan, while the anal tentacle pushed deeper, scraping her inner walls with merciless brutality. The Quarren's pelvis accelerated to a frenetic rhythm, his scales grinding against Ahsoka's raw skin, each movement sending waves of pain and pleasure that shook her relentlessly.

But how long he could pound into her like this without coming himself was monstrous; he wasn't weakening, on the contrary, his eyes were wild to see her so devastated between his hands and tentacles. The Quarren, sensing Ahsoka's resistance crumbling, decided to intensify his grip on her bruised body. The suction cups on her clitoris redoubled in vigor, sucking with a **** that made her moan and almost tear it away, while the anal tentacle pushed deeper, scraping her inner walls with merciless brutality.

Ashoka was nothing more than his puppet; she doubted she could survive this monstrous ****, yet she still wanted more. She had surpassed the stage of reason to reach a level few could comprehend. Her body, despite the pain, responded with an intensity that terrified her, each spasm bringing her closer to a bottomless abyss.

She was drooling and belching as the new orgasm swept through her even more violently. Seeing this, her tormentor finally came gloriously inside her, happy with his final victory over his victim. His sperm flowed in a torrent into Ahsoka's mouth, vagina, and anus, a cup overflowing with a torrent that seemed to show no sign of stopping.

The Quarren slowly withdrew its tentacles from Ahsoka, leaving behind trails of mixed blood and sweat. He threw her onto the edge of the pool. Ahsoka lay on the floor, her body bruised and trembling, her eyes wide with the horror of what she had just endured. The Quarren rose above her, his guttural laughter echoing through the room, and spat in her face.

He moved away, no longer caring about her, now ****, releasing the sperm in torrents.