Struggle

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

You can’t let it end like this. You can’t! Tentacles act like they can do whatever they want to girls and it’s not fair! You thrash about with every bit of the rapidly waning strength in your body, even as you start seeing spots from oxygen deprivation. You fear it’s useless until you feel a slight shift in your balance. Huh? What’s…

Strength Check: Passed!

The feeling of falling overtakes you as the whole sarcophagus tips forward. Your neck is released, but the sudden collision with the floor drives the tentacles even further into your nethers, the one in your cunt managing to penetrate your cervix and impact itself roughly against the wall of your womb, driving you to a starry-eyed climax. Once it has access, it begins flailing around more energetically than before, as if it realizes what a rare opportunity it is to plunder the treasure that lies beyond your tunnel. Between the disorientation of falling, the rush of breathable air, and the tentacle fucking your innermost depths, your brain doesn’t even acknowledge the sound of shattering glass filling the room. It sounds like a disaster as one crash is followed by another, then another, but you’re too busy having a screaming orgasm with every scream bottled up tight by the tentacle facefucking you.

You’ve forgotten about your intentions of escaping by the time the tentacles finally withdraw from your body. You hear the latches on the coffin unlock, and the front pops open about half an inch before getting stuck against the floor. A tentacle shoves you from behind roughly, but you can’t go anywhere. It must be trying to let you go, but the floor is in the way because you knocked over the sarcophagus. Dang it…

With your arms still bound, you can only try to shimmy out with your legs, but after a few seconds of no progress, the door latches shut and the tentacles begin using you once again. “Grey? Gr- *mmlph*” No… Nooo…!