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Chapter 6 by JayDoubleDee JayDoubleDee

Did Emma starting building a harem?

More like breed an army...

"E-mma... I'm not sure I'm- uh... ready to be a mom," Grace trembled as her suddenly breed happy, tentacled friend guided her back onto a table, using her hands and free tentacles alike to strip her.

"Shhh, Gracie... it will feel good, I promise. You're my friend. You're going to be my pampered breeding stock," Emma purred into her friend's ear, and stroked her cheek, she spared a glance down at Grace's hairless cunny, her tentacle dick dripping on the woman's belly. She glanced over to where Thomas was stirring on the ground and used a tentacle to finish pulling what remained of her own tattered pants off, "Tommy, get over here and fuck me while I knock Gracie up... I don't want to be the only one without a swollen belly in a few months" she paused and giggled thoughtfully, "or whatever our gestation cycle is with these things."

"But what about me?!" whined Christine, now completely out of her old clothing, butt naked and fervently flicking her bean, much to the wet floor's regret.

Emma glared at Christine, "you will be a patient little slut and wait your turn. Maybe you need a pacifier..." she smirked and shot one of her tentacles over towards Christine, the wet appendage slipping past the newly minted bimbo's lips. Christine began deep throating the purple tentacle, moaning like a wanton slut, and came again.

Thomas saw stars and slowly sat up, and took in the scene. Chris was now a brainless bimbo. Grace was submitting to Emma, his partner for five years and as of five minutes ago some kind of tentacle monster out of a hentai anime. Not that he watched those or anything that's just his opinion through cultural osmosis. Yeah. That's the ticket. "What the actual fuck..."

Emma's patience for Thomas was growing thin, she hoped he'd get with the program before she has to do something drastic. But she turned her attention back to Grace and lined up her throbbing purple member with her moist slit, "are you ready?" she purred and teased the length of lips with her tip.

Grace was fucking confused. But she knew there was no way of getting out of this, and she wasn't thinking with her head anyway, 'god it's so big...' she thought and moaned as she felt the tip of Emma's tentacock, "fuck it, Emma... make me yours."

The girth was so much that Emma struggled at first, but their combined liquids were slowly making the job easier, it already felt amazing just to barely be splitting Grace's lips, she couldn't wait to be hilt deep in her. "Gracie..." she moaned as she angled her hips and began slowly sinking the length into her friend.

"Oh my fucking god, Emma you're splitting me open..." Grace moaned as she lay back on the table, panting.

Christine was still occupied, trying to milk Emma's extra appendage hoping it put out like the one between her legs.

Thomas rose from the ground finally, with a defeated look on his face and a tent in his pants, Emma glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "You. Your dick in my pussy now, Mister" she outright commanded. What was a guy to do when their girlfriend tells them something like that? Tentacle queen or not.

Emma pulled Grace toward her slightly and held her legs in the air as she sunk the last inch of her needy purple meat into her. "F-f-uck..." her heart raced, "I feel like I always wanted this Gracie... always wanted you." It was then she finally felt Thomas against her back, he had no problem sliding into her sopping wet pussy, "ung... about time, lover boy."

The three began humping in earnest, sweat, moans, bodily fluids... oh my.

"You know," Thomas grunted, "I don't remember being consulted about bringing other people into our relationship..."

Emma managed a slightly annoyed "tsk," even as she was buried in Gracie, "shut up. You know you like seeing me fuck other women," she said playfully. "Besides we've known these two for yearrrrrs," she groaned as felt her tip knocking on Gracie's cervix, "if not them, then who?"

[Somewhere in the year 2035, a team of (mostly) Russian special operation soldiers randomly echoes the sentiment, "if not us, then who?!"]

Chrissy shuddered violently as she came again, she found 4th wall breaks really sexy.

1... 2... 3... 4... time to inseminate! Right?

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