The one who is many

Awaking you find the tendrils strewn around you gently moving. Your body covered in thick reems of there liquid. Tasting it in your mouth it was fantastic. Images flashing in your mind as to how it got there filling you with joy.

Standing up feeling a weight of liquid evacuates your loins spewing out over the grass and tendrils. The images of the tendrils pumping it inside you returning in your mind.

One of the tendrils sits up moving to your face stroking it then pressing to your forehead. A swathe of images rolling around your mind of what this creature has done and you find it beautiful.

Another tendril passes you a meddalion with an iregular symbol on it that you've never seen then slithers away as the other tendrils uncoil following the others. This time hearing the song in your head from them.