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A tentacle breeding nest below the sewers, Tentacle Sewers, at 6:40 AM on Monday, January 15, 2024

You squeeze your eyes shut and **** yourself to think—to remember all those hours spent scrolling through galleries, all those scenes you studied frame by frame. There has to be something, some trick, some— The memories flood in. The busty demon hunter suspended in tentacles, legs spread wide, taking three appendages at once while her eyes rolled back. The volleyball team captain dragged into the equipment shed, her uniform torn away as writhing masses claimed every hole. The library girl bent over the desk, glasses askew, tentacles pumping into her cunt and ass simultaneously while she moaned like a bitch in heat. The shrine maiden's ceremonial robes shredded, her virgin pussy stretched obscenely around a tentacle thicker than her thigh, belly already swelling with the first load.

Every. Single. One. Got. Fucked. Thoroughly. Completely. Until their minds broke.

And god fucking help you, remembering those scenes—remembering how hard you came to them as Kenji—sends a pulse of pure liquid heat straight to your cursed cunt. Your pussy clenches hard around the six inches of tentacle already buried inside you, and you feel yourself getting even wetter, your inner walls practically sucking at the appendage, begging it to go deeper.

"Ohhh..." The moan escapes your lips unbidden, breathy and ****. Your runic tattoos flare brilliant crimson, pulsing so brightly they illuminate the entire nest. The pheromone output doubles, triples, and every tentacle in the chamber surges toward you with renewed hunger. The breeding tentacle between your legs responds immediately to your body's betrayal. It drives forward with authority, and you feel the thick tip kiss your cervix—that tight ring of muscle that's supposed to protect your womb. But your curse has other ideas. The runic marks burn hot across your massive tits, and you feel your cervix beginning to dilate, your body preparing to accept the tentacle directly into your most fertile place.

"Yes... body... wants... breeding..." the gurgling voice rumbles with satisfaction. "Curse... makes... perfect... vessel..." The tentacle in your ass pushes deeper, and now you've got four inches of hot, pulsing flesh filling your rear entrance. The dual penetration is exactly like those doujins you favorites—the ones where the girl's belly bulges obscenely from both sides, where you can see the outline of the tentacles moving inside her through her stretched skin. Your mind is cataloguing the similarities even as your body surrenders to them.

A third tentacle rises up in front of your face. It's slightly thinner than the others but still impressively thick, and its tip is leaking that clear fluid in steady drips. The appendage prods at your full lips, smearing the slippery precum across your mouth. You can taste it—slightly sweet, slightly musky, and carrying that same tingling numbness as the slime coating your body.

"All... holes... will... fill..."

Your lips part. You don't decide to open them—your body just does it, remembering every cock-sucking scene you ever jerked off to. The tentacle slides into your mouth, over your tongue, pressing deeper until you gag slightly. The taste intensifies, and you feel your pussy clench again in response. Now you're taking it in all three holes, suspended in writhing coils exactly like those triple-penetration scenes that made you cum so hard your vision went white. Except this time you're not watching some animated girl getting broken—you ARE that girl. Your huge tits bounce with every thrust. Your thick thighs tremble in the tentacles' grip. Your pussy is making obscene wet squelching sounds around the appendage violating it.

The breeding tentacle pushes against your cervix with increased pressure, and you feel that tight ring starting to give way. In another few seconds, it's going to be inside your womb, and then— Your curse flares so hot it's almost painful, and your body arches in the tentacles' grip, inadvertently taking all three appendages even deeper.