Activate Tentacles Six and Seven

"You like that in your pussy?" Lois Lane felt an excitement inside of her that she hadn't felt in a long time...and never with a woman. The little thrill that comes with experimentation, with teasing, with...

"It's lovely. But," the sorceress smiled. "I'd like you to do something more than just pump."

Lust burned in the reporter's heart. Burned in the glowing ring on her finger, the tentacle-strap-on that had manifested about her hips, the base of which was grinding into her clit. She smiled. Let that lust flow through her, shaping it to the form of her desires...

More tentacles unfolded from the strap-on. One pressed gently yet firmly between Circe's ass cheeks, prodding inexorably against that immortal rectum. Fortunately, energy constructs don't need lube, the flesh pushed apart as it squirmed inside.

"Ah!" Circe smiled, wiggling as the new two tentacles inside of her pressed against each other through the thin wall of flesh. "That's more like it, now..."

The seventh tentacle, small and slender, slid along the thick octopus-like member embedded in the sorceress' pussy...and pressed against her urethra. Green eyes went wide.

"Wait, what..."

"Shhhh..." Lois hushed her. "Open yourself up to new experiences."

The skinny tentacle slid into the sorceress' urethra, growing thicker, stretching out the hole. The woman writhed, and the reporter could not suppress a smile. She had once interviewed a woman who had been fucked up the urethra by some midget-dicked pecker. The hole had never been the same again, the woman permanently incontinent. Lois had even gotten a chance to see it, the woman pulling away her diaper to show her, the normally tiny hole stretched and broken, dribbling piss.

Of course, Circe was immortal. Her hole would probably heal. And in the meantime.

Lois leaned forward as the sorceress' mouth opened to issue a protest...and a glowing violet tentacle of love slipped out of her mouth and into Circe's. She could just picture the dual-masked that locked them together in an obscene kiss, a double-headed phallic tentacle in both of their throats...and it was there. Circe's eyes grew wide as she felt the reporter's lips against her own, stared into the reporter's half-lidded eyes, felt the squirming, half-living thing that connected them.

The reporter's hands slipped to those tits and began to squeeze, and it was all that Circe could do to hang on as Lois began to shift her hips, grinding the tentacles deeper inside all three of her holes, pleasure mixing with pain as the tentacles squirmed and thickened of their own accord, stretching the sorceress' body to its limits.

Just the thought of it was making Lois so hot, her clit grinding against the strap on, sucking on the tentacle in her mouth like it was a hard cock, and the more her lust grew the brighter the ring on her finger burned, urging her on.