Looking up at him, Taylor was about to raise the question of whether he might be about to tear her in half and that maybe that wasn't the best idea, when a familiar slender tentacle emerged from behind his shoulder. The tip was already flowering when it snaked below her waist. A moment later it was squirming an inch or so inside her and something warm and sweet-smelling was jetting inside her.
Taylor had never actually had a massage, but that was the only thing she could compare it to. Whatever the stuff was -hopefully something non-toxic, non-addictive and not made out of kittens— it relaxed every muscle inside her, before pulling away, leaving her feeling empty. Brian stepped close and...
And she was full. Full like she'd never imagined. Filled until she'd have sworn that he had to be pressing against her lungs because there was no breath in them but all she could do was throw her head back and moan without words, without sound. His lips found her neck and a very familiar tentacle took advantage of her open mouth.
He thrust his hips while pulling the tentacle back; then pulled his hips back as the tentacle sheathed itself in her throat. All the while his lips roamed her neck and chest, his hands played with her like she was an instrument and he wanted a symphony of moans, muffled by the way he was fucking her.
Her toes curled, her hands fluttered at nothing, until his fingers intertwined with hers and she met her first climax.
The second came before the sparks of the first were done fading. The third wasn't far behind. The fourth came with darkness at the edges of her vision. The fifth knocked her out cold.
When she woke up he was standing behind her, nothing else had changed. His shaft found something wonderful inside her and she lost track of time.
After that the evening was a haze. When she thought back on it later there were few moments that stood out: the first -or maybe second— time he filled her core with his seed; several minutes when he spanked her with every thrust; a few snatches of when he aimed the shower spray at her clit; his voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear while he used her like a fleshlight.
She would never forget the end though.
She'd barely been clinging to consciousness. His cum had filled her until her belly began to swell slightly. The tentacle in her throat had pulled out at some point. Those that had held her hands behind her back were gone too, one of his hands keeping her wrists prisoner above their heads instead.
In fact there weren't any tentacles left at all. Just him pressed against her, inside her. The shower had been turned off, exertion drying them despite the humid air, and with what little strength she'd had left Taylor had lifted her lolling head to look back at him.
His hips were still pumping, driving pleasure into her, taking pleasure from her, but his face was all she cared about. There was fatigue to mirror her own, lifted by the smile tugging his lips up. His nose scrunched up and a laugh bubbled up from inside her. He laughed along with her, reaching out with his free hand and tucking a few black hairs behind her ear, barely putting a dent in the mess that her obsessively brushed hair had become. Which just made her laugh harder, setting him off again, their smiles matching even as they both enjoyed the vibration.
Where every other climax had been almost violently intense, this time it felt like coming home. Both of them finding their way together.
Brian's legs folded beneath them and they slid down the wall, still joined even as he softened to a more manageable size.
Slumped against him, limp and exhausted, Taylor just managed to press her ear to his chest. Then she fell asleep to the sound of his breathing, and the beat of his heart.
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Alternate Ending
Brian stirred, then shot upright and panting.
Something was wrong. Taylor was still beside him, too exhausted to wake. His room was just as messy as he had left it, with the stained and hastily replaced sheets balled up against the wall. The lights were still off and the heavy door was undamaged. The bed shifted beneath him and he was about to apologise for waking Taylor after all when he saw it.
Their was a lump under the covers, and it definitely wasn't meant to be there.
He tossed the covers aside -not realising for several seconds that he had used a freshly sprouted tentacle to do so— and balled his fists, ready to—
"Hey Brian," said Lisa, sucking one of her fingers, "Glad to see that the plan worked."
He stared. Then he stared some more. Eventually he managed to get his head around Lisa being naked in his bed, sprawled over Taylor's perfectly sculpted legs, but it took a bit more staring before he worked out what the hell she was doing.
Taylor's pussy looked pretty good in light of the pounding it had gotten a few hours earlier, but as tight as she was it had been inevitable that his load would leak out of her over time. Except their uninvited visitor was scooping up the cum as it emerged and lapping it from her fingers.
Righteous fury was about to explode out of him when Lisa snapped up a hand with the palm pointed at him.
"Calm down Sir Stop-Molesting-My-Girl, I wouldn't do this if I wasn't sure she'd be okay with it. Anyway, this stuff tastes incredible, I can't let it all go to waste."
Keeping his voice to a whisper, Brian mustered the most eloquent response he could manage, "Lisa, what the fuck are you doing!?!"
She looked at him like he was an idiot, "Well you didn't expect us to leave you to Taylor, did you?"
His stunned expression must have been enough to tell her that yes, he'd very much expected them to leave him to Taylor.
A sultry pout took the place of her usual smile, "Taylor might be your girlfriend, but we are villains. Why be all normal and boring? Rachel already said you can use her any time you want, I think Amy might even be into it once she gets more comfortable around us. And I'm super ready for it. "
"Reeaally?" He had to draw the word out just to get all of his scepticism into it.
Lisa grinned her finest foxy grin back at him, "Oh yeah. I'm your new fuck toy Brian, if you think you can handle me?"
Without any warning, he grinned even wider back at her, a dozen tentacles darting out and surrounding her without touching her skin. They pointed at her, the tips flowered and Lisa barely got her hands in front of her eyes before they blasted her body with narrow jets of pink fluid.
The combined volume soaked her instantly, then the aim shifted to particular areas of her body and she dropped her hands to her chest with a whimpered moan. Her eyes were a little glazed, lazily following his tentacles as they withdrew and were replaced with a much thicker set.
He could see her struggling to break through the haze, and he waited quietly as she did so. Awareness returned to her eyes, she snatched her hands away from her breasts, then she opened her mouth and he struck.
His first tentacle shoved past her lips and thrust several inches down her throat. He groaned and tossed his head back, basking in the tight heat inside her. When she flailed to grab at her neck, he snared both her arms and used the grip to lift her into the air. Another pair coiled around her torso, leaving their tips level with her perky chest and immediately opening into wide inhuman mouths. He wasted no time getting a taste of her tits, teasing her nipples with his new pair of tongues and smirking at how she squirmed and kicked in his grip.
Moving her so she was belly down in the air, he looked right at her and let her see his smile clearly. As expected realisation dawned in her eyes, she jerked her head in something halfway between nodding and shaking it, then screamed through the intruder in her mouth as he filled both of her remaining holes simultaneously.
It felt incredible. Her throat felt good, but her ass and pussy both put it to shame. Which of the two he preferred would take some time to figure out though, fortunately Lisa had already volunteered her time.
He patted on the head, grinning at the way her eyes had rolled back. "I guess I finally found a way to make you stop talking." Her only reply was a gurgle as her toes curled and she squirted almost excessively.
"Well you seem to be having fun, and I'm definitely enjoying it." Brian thought for a moment, "You know, the way I control these things has a lot of auto-pilot to it. I'm pretty sure that if I leave them to it they'll just keep on going at you until they get tired."
Again she made a loud animalistic noise, again he had no idea what she meant and again he didn't much care.
Lying down again, Brian pulled Taylor's sleeping body closer and settled into his pillow as the steady glurk glurk continued above the bed. When Taylor rolled over and threw an arm over him, he returned the embrace, finding a gentle smile creeping onto his face.
"See you in the morning Lisa."
He went to sleep.
Ruby Moon
(Автор: Souffle)
Her thumb stung quite a bit. Poking it with a needle to draw the few symbols on the floor of her room was a bit annoying, but it worked decently well. Still, maybe she had the band-aid on too tight. Or she didn't use enough Iodine?
Stray thoughts. She frowned, looking down at the floor of her room. It wasn't particularly late, but it was a perfect day to do this. She was certainly in the right frame of mind: desperate, tired, slightly relieved, and just a little on this side of insane: The usual mix when she came home from school, these days.
It had surprisingly taken only a few minutes to move her furniture, most of it light, and peel back her carpet, exploring the floor below. After a rather vigorous cleaning, she had drawn on it.
Mostly with ink. But some parts required blood.
She looked back at the book, frowning a little. That was the right page, it seemed. The entire book was rather odd. The only english in it was footnotes in her mother's handwriting and along the edges.
It was, apparently, a book about summoning demons.
Taylor had found the book nearly a year prior, but had put it out of her mind. She wasn't up for reading a fantasy book, even if it was rather detailed.
Ludicrously detailed. And at this point, she felt she had nothing to lose. Her father wouldn't be home until the next day: verified by a phone call when she came home. This particular ritual would `summon a demon most suited for aid', apparently. Her train of thought wasn't very thorough, these days.
She wasn't sure what she wanted the demon to do, even now at the cusp of summoning one. Kill the three that tormented her for so long? She wasn't even sure she wanted them dead. She just wanted help, and when everyone would turn away, when someone was too busy, what else did she turn to? What else could she turn to?
She had something here. She didn't even know if it was just some elaborate prank. Her body, her soul, her mind felt frayed. She was tired. Not even bothering to double-check the circle again, she knelt down in front of it, and placed her fingers just so. And she opened her mouth, calling forth her desires.
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She stirred. Something oddly pleasurable flowed through her. All she could see, however, was darkness, the shadowy, odd void that was the inside of her eyelids. The pleasure grew, and her breath grew shorter, a soft moan parting from her lips as she started to actually feel her body. She ached, somewhat. Something smelled of sulfur, smoke, and a lightly familiar scent that seemed to overpower everything else. An odd sound, messy and fleshy filled her ears.
She opened her eyes.
She first noticed the ceiling. It had a long crack in it, but it seemed rather superficial. Her body grew warmer, and she slowly started to feel a tension that she never felt before. Realizing she was panting, she gripped her bedsheets— her room. It was rather dark, but why could she see so well. Her hand moved up to adjust her glasses, releasing the head she was gently holding—
Her eyes widened, as she looked down. Down her body, her shirt was still there, covering up her rather modest chest. She didn't recognize her belly, where was the paunch that she usually agonized over? And then...
Then there was the girl.
The first thought was how small she was. She couldn't be over 5 feet tall, at all, by her estimation. Her hair was an almost radiant blonde, she would swear it slightly glowed in the darkness, but it gave off no light.
Then there were the horns. Short and blac, they angled from the sides of her head towards the back. They didn't seem very sharp. At the side of her head, where her ears would be, seemed to have fuzzy, almost cat-like ears. Black on the outside, blonde on the inside. They twitched lightly.
The girl looked up as if she felt her gaze, those red, slitted eyes gazing as her mouth worked around a rather large, thick and fleshy bit of meat. It was absolutely covered in saliva, and, as Taylor noticed, it was attached to her body.
It was as if that realization set her off. Panic, the ridiculous amount of pleasure she felt hit her all at once, and before she could do anything, she came. Hard.
Her body shook as she fought to still herself, her hips raising slightly from the bed as instinct took over, trying to bury her length deeper into the girl's throat. She let out a pleased hum, her throat constricting around her pulsing extra addition as if it was trying to milk her dry. Liquid, thick heat flowed through her meat in ridiculous amounts, her organ pumping an insane amount of cum directly down the mystery girl's throat.
Taylor gasped, groaning as she shot load after load down that squeezing tunnel for almost five minutes. Tears flowed from her eyes and she drooled heavily on her pillow as it ended, her entire body twitching in the aftershock. The girl who seemed to be attached to her cock finally, mercifully yet slowly pulled off, the sound of the meat slowly leaving her throat almost unnaturally loud, before she was finally free from it.
She didn't even cough. She hardly even was breathing hard. Yet Taylor herself was on the verge of passing out, her body filled with an unearthly pleasant ache.
It seemed like forever, or maybe she did pass out and wake up again, but she finally moved her head up, looking at the girl.
Her skin was rather dark. Practically flawless, Taylor spotted not a single scar or blemish. Her eyes were a deep, blood red.
Blood.
Taylor's eyes widened, as she quickly sat up, pulling her body up and away from the girl.
From the demon she summoned.
"W-what? Who? Why?" she babbled, unable to form words.
The girl-demon, chuckled, a wry grin on her face as she maneuvered off of the bed. Her body was just slightly pudgy. Taylor could tell because apparently this demon didn't believe in clothes, and instead had two clinging black strips that reached around to her back.
