Tentabreeze Cove.

[Author's Note: Here, there be tentacles!]

“Ah, here! In a place called “Tentabreeze Cove”, we may find some magic powder to help free you of this… affliction.” In a terrific cinematic shot of Zaphrina’s topless upper body, you see her eyes light up in excitement, a sign of hope. She springs up onto her feet and hugs her elven friend in appreciation, her bare breasts mashing against the elf’s silk top.

“Really? That’s great Fayne! Let’s go right now!”

“Hmm, quite an unassuming cave.” The scantily-clad elf mused as she thoroughly inspected the opening in the hill in front of her. The two adventuresses had marched along the shore for a few minutes, evidently going through some kind of quick-travel that you simply loaded through. You had decided to relinquish control over your busty, sassy lass until the right moment occurred, lulling her into a false sense of security as it were. This was the most freedom Zaphrina had enjoyed in quite some time! “There wasn’t much information on this place, merely description of the runes outside that marked it and that it was by the coast.”

“There’s a great view here!” Zaphrina whispered in awe as she looked out into the ocean, the massive waves crashing nearby onto the sandy beach. “I have to remember to come here the next time I need to relax; maybe we can have a picnic here!”

“Hmm, I have been meaning to try my hand at food conjuration.” Fayne replied, stroking her chin, “We can admire the scenery later, the sooner we cure you of your curse the better.”

“Right, right…” Zaphrina blushed a bit in embarrassment, thought strangely enough it was caused by the fact that she had forgotten about her state of undress rather than because of it. After being virtually naked for so long (other than her boots and accessories, not to mention the short sword that she “acquired” earlier) that she hadn’t really thought about it anymore.

“Mhmm, the air smells like the ocean in here.” The barely-dressed female wizard and the not-so-dressed swordswoman crept through the dark cave, dimly lit only by sunbeams leaking through random crevices and holes along the rocky walls and ceiling. You listened to the serene sound of rushing water echoing from deep inside the depths of the cove and plodding boots and the occasional wooden tap of Fayne’s staff hitting the ground. Zaphrina was a few paces ahead, highly alert from her training as an adventuress and determined to find a way to release herself from your control, not that you think it was even possible considering the premise of the game.

“Wait here Fayne, I think I hear something up ahead…” Zaphrina crouches and moves forward, keeping herself and her sword low to the ground as she peeks around the corner. Over the sound of fast flowing water, a soft squelching could be perceived by those paying close enough attention. As she took a closer look, you saw the creature making the noise: A huge, convulsing mass of tentacles. You could see the grimace on Zaphrina’s face as she watched the crawling orb of thick tendrils meandering around mindlessly. Eugh, tentacle monsters, so gross… You hear her think to herself. Huh, that’s weird. Some of the tentacles are burrowing into the ground.

Before she could react, a thick dark purple tendril bursts out of the ground and grapples her ankle, nearly pulling her to the ground. Diving back around the corner, Zaphrina takes a frightened stab with her short sword, successfully slicing through the flesh of the tentacle and freeing herself. Retreating, she whips her head back to see if she is being chased still while shouting. “Fayne! Fayne, there’s a-Oh.”

Spread eagle with all of her elegant clothing torn off, Fayne’s hands and feet are currently forcibly spread while thick pulsating tentacles pound her orifices. Her pristine elven cunt is currently getting double-teamed by two phallic like tentacles while her ass and mouth receive similar treatment. Yet more tendrils erupt out of the dirt floor, strangely enough all equipped with gaping humanoid mouths, except they lack teeth and only have tongues. They wrap themselves all over the helpless witch’s body, taking her sensitive nipples into their mouths and begin sucking and slurping on them. A few more find themselves licking her inner thighs, her clit and beneath her arms. Fayne gives a muffled cry for help as she spots Zaphrina returning, her feeble struggles having no effect on the beast ravishing her.

Eyes wide with fear, Zaphrina begins moving forward, toward the mess of tentacles when she suddenly freezes. What the… She begins to think to herself in confusion. You see Zaphrina is visibly struggling to move her limbs, her face showing great effort. Oh Gods, not now! I have to save Fayne! Time for some “divine” interference!