Dervish Strike

Not even a ten-tentacled stalagmite with big tits and an attitude can hope to match the whirling ferocity of your Dervish Strike ability. You grip your borrowed cleaver in both hands and begin to intone a prayer of battle to Veleda. The words build power as you begin to spin around and swing the blade wildly.

“What is this?” The roper girl laughs. “Are you doing a dance for me? No need, just come and give me a kiss. You’ve already won my heart, yummy little boy.”

“In the name of Veleda!” You cry, as her holy fire burns in your veins. “Prepare to meet your end!”

You become a cyclone of slashing attacks with the cleaver and advance on the roper girl. You hear nothing but your own ferocious scream and the whoosh of the blade slicing through the air as you whirl towards the roper. Your strikes should be connecting with the fleshy trunk of her body and yet you feel thumps on your wrists, forearms, and the side of your blade as the roper’s tentacles lash out deflect each blow. Again and again she blocks your rapid attacks until your arms are throbbing with pain from the repeated impacts and your fingers become so slippery with her warm slime that you lose your grip on the cleaver. It flies out of your grasp as you are spinning and clatters well out of reach on the floor.

Tentacles catch you by your forearms and stop your spinning. Another thick appendage wraps quickly around your throat, constricting tightly enough to let you know that the roper girl could easily strangulate you.

“That was cute,” laughs the roper girl, smirking at you and lifting you off your feet and into the air. “I enjoy a good workout before my meal.”

Your stomach tightens as her vertical mouth splits open and reminds you of the hideous pink funnel of her monstrous gullet. Her red eye stares at you hungrily, but her human face wears a mask of mocking superiority.

“Let him go!” Shouts Hina, charging forward with red anger burning in her glassy eyes.

“Oh, really? You think you can make me?” The roper girl laughs and trips Hina up with tentacles. The golem girl thumps to the floor and the roper girl smashes her into a nearby tunnel shaft. You hear Hina cry out, her voice receding into the distance. “No reason to keep her around. She’s not edible.”

“You can’t do this,” you say, looking from the roper’s cruel smile to her monstrous lower mouth.

“You’re afraid,” she laughs, mocking sympathy on your face. “It’s okay, little boy. What’s your name?”

“L-Lucas,” you say. “And I’m a man, not a little boy!”

Her tentacles squeeze your tighter and she laughs, obviously disagreeing with your assessment. You struggle against her constricting tendrils, feeling a strange, pleasant warmth soaking into your flesh wherever her mucus touches your bare skin.

“My name is Evelynn,” she says. “Don’t fight it. Don’t be afraid.”

“Y-you’re not going to hurt me?”

“Oh, no, I would never hurt my prey,” she says with a soothing tone. “That would be cruel. I like to make my prey feel wonderful as they dissolve inside me.”

You cry out, but the warm feeling of her mucus on your body has sapped you of your will to fight. Worse, your cock seems to have grown stiff in your trousers, pressing against the inner seam. You look at her heaving breasts and moan in despair.

“Yes, you like them, don’t you?” She laughs, binding her breasts with a tentacle, weaving her purple tendril between them, and smearing slime all over her creamy mounds until they are glistening. She flicks the tip of her tentacle against a fat nipple and giggles with pleasure. “Oh, would you like to feel them around your little boy cock one time before I devour you?”

“Devour me?” You moan as she plucks the buttons on your trousers with a tentacle and tears off your pants.

“That’s right,” she says sweetly. “But first I will let you enjoy my breasts.”

Any thought of struggling against Evelynn is abandoned as her tentacle slithers into your undershorts and winds around the stiff pillar of your cock. The slippery warmth of her slimy tentacle is so wonderful that you almost cum at that first touch. She pulls you closer, lifting you up and guiding your cock to the squeezed mounds of her breasts.

“Ohhhhh gods,” you moan, watching your red, tentacle-bound cock into the tight space between her breasts. Your cock disappears completely into that warm, slimy passage and she presses a kiss to your abdomen. You shudder as her tongue teases your navel.

“That’s right,” she breathes against your abdomen. “Let it go, Lucas. Fuck them. Fuck my warm… mmmm… soft… breasts.”

You jerk your hips pitifully, thrusting your cock into her slippery cleavage and whimpering with pleasure as your balls clench and your muscles tighten. Your legs kick uselessly as you fuck desperately into her breasts, watching flashes of your slime-smeared root, her purple tentacle, and her jiggling white breasts as you buck and twist in her embrace.

“Cum for me,” she moans. “Let me feel all that hot spunk uselessly gushing into my breasts.”

“OhhHHHHHH!” You arch against her tentacles and your pleasure bursts forth in hut spurts into the luscious press of her cleavage. Evelynn looks up at you, grinning cruelly as her tentacle milks your seed between her tits. You spend every drop of your pleasure between her tits and your cock slowly begins to wither.

“So much!” She laughs, pulling you away from her tits and unwinding her tentacle from her creamy breasts. A huge smear of your cum glistens on the upper curves of her breasts. “Now it’s time for the real pleasure.”

You hear a wet slurping sound and look down to realize your feet are already being pulled into the fleshy pink mouth on her lower body. The huge red eye glares at you hungrily as you are pulled screaming into Evelynn’s mouth. You barely have a chance to cry out before you are sucked deep into a warm, slippery darkness, the walls of her stomach pressing against you and digestive juices beginning to melt your clothing away. You push your hand against the inner walls and hear a muffled giggle from above.

“Relax, Lucas,” says Evelynn. “Enjoy the warmth. Melt into the warmth.”

You sink back into the liquid, your eyes closing as your body begins to melt like a sugar candy into the sweet stew of her digestive juices. The pleasure never ends, the warmth soaks into your body, and you lose track of yourself in the darkness.

Before long, you are nothing more than a meal for the roper girl.