Maybe It Is

As you come down from your orgasm, the tenacled horror throws your limp body roughly to the ground. The tentacles around your arms and legs continue to grip you tightly, but the ones that had been inside of you retract into the blob with a sickening slurp. You're gasping for breath, feeling your heart pound in your chest as the two smaller sucker tentacles release your nipples.

One of the sucker tentacles drops immediately to the floor of the cavern, lapping up the juices that gushed out of your overstimulated cunny. The other one slithers between your thighs and you can feel the sucker head kissing you all over your pussy. You let out a low moan as your eyes roll back in your head. The tendril between your legs finishes it's work, sucking up what is left of your juices and slowly withdraws, merging back into the blob.

You feel the thicker "vines" around your arms and legs getting looser and finally dropping off. It seems like the monster is as tired as you feel. The thick ropey tentacles drag lazily along the ground back towards the central body of the thing and as you watch it very slowly drags itself away from the mouth of the cave, dissappearing into the darkness.

You lay on your back for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath. Shakily, you climb back to your feet, bracing yourself against a tree. You glance back at the cave for a moment, curious but then decide that it's probably the best idea to get to class. Isn't it?