The Tentacles Retreat Into The Book

Lois Lane's back touched the hard concrete floor more or less gently. She panted, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm as the tentacles retreated from her much-loved holes. It was weird feeling the one in her ass leave, the reporter instinctively clamping her anus shut as she felt a weird instinct to go to the bathroom.

The tentacles slid away from her limbs as well, and as her arms came free the reporter sat up, and watched them retreat backwards into the book. It was strange how the fully three-dimensional cock-headed things slipped back into the paper illustration. She followed them with her eyes, not wanting to get too close as the final tentacle...reared above the surface, the head pointed right at her.

The urethra opened and she saw...an eye, as violet as her own. The skin of the cock closed over it and opened again. Lois realized it had just winked at her. Then it retreated back into the book, and was gone.

In the aftermax of such a surreal exchange, Lois took stock of her body. No scrapes, cuts, or bruises, at least no more than usual from a friendly fuckfest. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, but that was normal too...it had been a while since she'd had a "visitor" that thick down below...but there was no sign of blood or even cum, though the tentacle-things had definitely left a clear slime of pre-cum or whatever that was rapidly drying all over her.

Next time, definitely need to take my clothes off first, Lois thought absently. That made her stop. What do I mean, next time? I'm not going to let myself get **** by tentacles like some otaku wet dream again...am I?

Lois had to admit, it hadn't felt...bad. The surprise had been the worst of it, but the tentacles had actually been quite gentle, especially considering it was her first time taking it in the ass. Maybe...the whole idea of the spell was to have a little tentacle fun-time?

The reporter wasn't sure about that. But she was sure about three things:

1) She had to get out of here

2) She was taking the book

3) She desperately needed to use the bathroom

Quickly getting dressed, Lois' felt the unmistakable signs that things were imminent inside of her. Maybe the tentacle in her ass had shaken something loose, or maybe it was just the **** catching up with her. Either way, she thought, as she pulled her pants back on and grabbed the book, the next stop was the restroom.