She can't stop it.

As much as she tried, she couldn't work up the magic or strength to fight it off. It felt her powerlessness. Driving it's tentacles around her legs further, the grip on her breasts become tighter as it clung, ignoring her rampant shaking. As soon as the tip of the tentacle met with that slight trace of wetness, it took that as a sign. She was waiting to be used and bred. With what little movement she could make, Angelica shook her hips trying to free her legs out to no avail.

It's slimy tendrils were barely solid, they still remained just firm enough she could feel the pressure of it pushing past her lips and into her pussy. It wasn't concerned with her pleasure, only using her as it's plaything to sate it's lust, but the arousal still built. Opening her entrance, it didn't waste time. Her body shot up, feeling herself speared by the sudden thrust hitting all the way down deep to her cervix, not giving her even one second to brace herself. Full **** and speed. No consideration for her virginity. Nothing more than a hole for it. Just pumping and using without restraint.

It's **** didn't end there. All the other tendrils all going wild with ravaging her body. She could feel the stretching from it tugging hard on her nipple, but couldn't let out much more than a muffled yelp and moan as it freely used her throat and face. Barely able to breath and it showing no times of slowing down, she shook. All the stimulation to her body at once was just too much.

The coldness inside her mouth from the tentacle forcing itself down made her let out another shudder. It **** her out some more wetness. Then feeling it would drive into her pussy further. With more and more, **** that would make her whole body shake, and **** her to react by jerking her head up. Then the assaulter would drive down in her mouth deeper. The constant cycle with her body shuddering uncontrollably, the slime being encouraged and forcing her to shudder again, as more wetness built. The increasing pressure was getting unbearable. And then it would all start again.

The coldness of the slime began to erase. Her body starting to flush. Heat rised. Pressure built. Her face starting to burn, and her lips and mouth becoming more warm and inviting. Not able to fight her body's reactions, the slime seemed increasingly worked up by the warmth as it spread itself, coating every inch of her cunt with it's slimy cock. The mix of her juices and parts of the slime had gotten indistinguishable.

She quivered, yet again. Her legs gave out. No longer having the energy to keep her body tight and rigid, her only support keeping her up was the slime who wasn't about to let it's catch go yet. Her body had all, but given up. And it knew it. And she writhed in place again, this time out of her body reacting to the pleasure, until her body could take no more. Her violent orgasm was like a flood. More powerful than anything masturbation had ever provided, and her focus starting to fog. In this moment, only able to think about the pleasure of her own body.

But the slime didn't care about any of that. It continued it's **** She had lost any sense of time since when it all began, but she could feel the change in the tentacle's pressure. Starting to bulge inside of her. Becoming more solid and spreading out her hole, she was a little worried about what was coming. Yet, she couldn't workup any resistance as they began to plant themselves. Thrusting even faster and more wildly than before.

And all at once, they began to explode. The slime's cum-like substance wasn't thick, but the sheer quantity and **** released it inside of her was overwhelming. It had flooded her throat and she had ****, but to take it all down. Right to her stomach. It didn't just stop there. Wave after wave. Into her mouth, and into her womb. The slime releasing, again and again.