A total fantasy not based on anyone or any book. Enjoy.
Tara the Barbarian was bone tired and her party of adventures were dead but they had been victorious in killing the Master Ghoul. Tara needed to get back to town, collect her reward, then pay the priestesses to resurrect her friends and all would be right in this world. Tara thought back to the last few mins of the battle as each one of her party sacrificed themselves to give Tara time to drink down the mysterious creaming from the pervy old sage. When it first touched by lips, it clearly tasted like the essence of men’s trousers snakes. She thought about trying to explain that to her teammate but decided against it.
The sage said only use the potion as a last resort as he stared hard enough to catch a peek at her nipple under the barbarian’s chain armor. He walked over to the edge of his tent and placed the potion on the ground and hurried to the other side. Not thinking much, Tara walked and bent over to receive the free gift. The old man inhaled quickly and grabbed a pillow to cover lower belt area. The ranger quickly pointed out the Barbarian had neglected to were panties that day which made Tara blush even more. The lustrous old man now stared at Tara chainmail loincloth like he could make it disappear into the air. He mumbled about the special liquid working for a short time but giving Tara enough energy to turn the tide of a losing battle but it would leave her weak as a kitten and some “other” effects. Tara would normally ask for more details but didn’t want to bend over and pickup any more bottles for this pervert.
True to his word, Tara won the day and she could barely move but not moving was even a worst idea. How long until a henchman checked on the Master Ghoul and could she even fight it? She looked herself over to see her clothing had not made the muscles bound transformation from before. She was naked expect for chainmail top, chainmail loincloth, and boots. The cool air whistled in running across the sweat on her skin, sending goose bumps up her spine. She looked in mirror and noticed something different. Her muscle definition was not so pronounced in her arms and legs. Egads, her breast had nearly doubled and were barely contained by her top. Her nipple were very aware of the friction the metal played in making her very aroused. Were her nipples getting harder as the chainmail moved up, down, and side to side? Yes they were which was weird. That thought brought her attention to between her thighs. She felt like she was a fucking waterfall coming out of her cunt. She thought she had climaxed when killing the monster but this was outlandish. Turning away only to see her ass was nice and bubbly now. She was engrossed by the image as she bounded up and down. A quick smack of her own ass made her pussy tingle. Fuck it she said to herself. Time to go and time to go now! After placing her friends in a bag of holding, she quickly escaped. Perhaps quick was not the word but out of the castle she traveled following the path of destruction her friends had wagged. The worst was behind her and only the cave remained. A labyrinthian maze she had forgot about and had no clue how to navigate. She would just have to do her best and guess her way out.
Quite a few turns later, she was completely lost and any strength she had was fleeing her. Yet around bend she found an underground spring to refresh her for the night. After eating and drinking, she was tired but could not rest. The potion still course through her blood and it was making her horny. After a few mins of ignoring her own desires, she gave it. She shoved her hand down her loincloth to rub between her lips to start her on to a nighttime climax. To her clear surprise, she was already dripping wet. Taking advantage of her eagerness, Tara stuff two fingers inside to find what she called her magical spot. She found her other hand squishing her nipple. She could feel the pressure mounting and about to boil over but she wasn’t quite there. She screamed out how her friend could fuck her in any hole which caused a small eruption in her hands. Shame quickly overcame Tara because her friend was currently dead in her bag and far worst, was married to a different friend… whom was also dead in her bag. No time to think about that, she quickly fell a sleep.
She did not feel an appendage slowly stroking her leg leaving a slimy residue in its wake. The slimy tentacle owner that resided in the water must have approved as multiple tentacles slithered out the water. One by one, they wrapped around one arm then the next. The feet were secured separately next and one around the neck. Dragging Tara to her death would be child’s play but the tentacle reflected back on the many human males that has bested the monster in combat. The humans all told stories of their epic adventures of have sex with females. Sometimes with multiple women at once’s and always driving the women mad with desire. Perhaps that is where these men got their powers.
Another two shot out of the water and snaked under the chainmail top to encircled Tara’s breast. The monster strangely admired the soft mounts of flesh. While the barbarian did not wake, a low husky moan escaped her lips. The slime lubricant her breast and the tentacle kneed her breast. Tara’s nipples became rock hard sticking north to the sky.
Yet another tentacle snaked out the water and traveled up Tara’s closed legs to her breast to cross her clit. Tara body came alive like she was being electrocuted with pleasure. The tentacle keep slipping up and down the shaven lower lips to tickle her clit. The barbarian hips even started to move in time with movement up her pussy. Tara was fully aware now. No that was not right, every pleasure nerve in her body was screaming in her head but she could not move. The situation quickly dawned on her that she was being restrained by this monster. With normal strength, she might have been able to rip free but not now.
Was it her fate to die from repeated orgasms? In the back of her head she thought that was not the worst way to die. And being tied up was one of her kinks she dare not tell anyone. Could it get any worst … or better? She regretted asking as she felt little mouth attach to her nipples. That was it as a climax ran rough shot over her body and curses a sailor would blush came streaming out her mouth. She then fell limp.
The Slimy Tentacle Monster wonder if women were part slime too. Between this woman’s legs was the strongest smelling liquid it had ever come across. Spreading the limp body’s legs showed a cavern of wonder as yet and other tentacle explored the opening.
The tension in Tara started to mount as the relentless sexual assault continued but this was difficult… somehow. Then she started to feel the penetration in her pussy. Renewing her struggles only encourage the invasion of a rather thick veiny tentacle filling her to the max. Once past to point of having a full pussy, it would withdraw only to repeat many many times. Tara felt herself start to drool and her body tried to ram itself down on this big purple “thing”. She frantically thought, don’t think about a tentacle fucking your pussy. Anything but that. Maybe um… the clit ticking appendix that made climaxing a min by min reality. Fuck. Not that. The nipple sucking extra dimensional shit that is was intended to driving a person mad.
And with that a multi body racking climax hit the heroine body. The tentacle monster was getting mad now. No experience was being given but it knew it was on the right track. Redoubling it’s effort, it could hear guttural screams escaping the woman. Then the woman stopped moving even as the tentacles continued on all fronts. Was she dead? And like on que, the juice shot out of the pussy spraying the far wall. The woman looked like she had become possessed and tore way from the monster’s grasped with supernatural strength.
Perhaps the females were the stronger of humanoids. Retreating was the best plan against this wild beast. It would need to try this again really soon though. The woman’s juice tasted divine. It would tell all of its friends.