The first moments of his existence happened so abruptly, just being alive was an overwhelming sensation in itself. He felt a cold hard slab under his squishy body, it was uncomfortable and his rubbery flesh clung to its surface. He could make out faint shapes surrounding and they terrified him with their unknown intent. There was nothing but silence which only helped to tighten the knot of fear building deep in core.
He felt other parts of him stirring sluggishly to life and moved of their own motivation in reaction to his growing sense of dread. His long dexterous limbs reached out into the unknown and struck out at those strange objects, toppling them over. The first sound in his short existence was a terrible crash, so loud and harsh it sharply pierced through his mind.
His reaction was one of pure terror and his limbs responded by thrashing more violently in defense. Then in his frantic struggle with the air around him, he rolled off the smooth slab and collapsed to the floor with a heavy whump. His body was met by another hard and unforgiving surface, living was a horrible experience.
All he could think of was to seek some kind of shelter and hide. His many limbs acted independently to obey his desire and they quickly dragged him into a corner, shoving himself as deeply into the crevice for shelter. He spread his highly malleable core into the nook and remained there unmoving. Then he noticed his vision was slowly adjusting to the darkness.
There was a rush of relief when his vision fully adjusted and could more clearly make out the shapes of the raised slab he had tumbled off of. All around it was the smaller objects he had knocked over and there were many tiny shiny objects scattered all over the ground.
His curiosity caused one of his arms to reach out to pluck one of the bright things, but there was a sharp sting and he retracted his limb with a startled hiss. There was a wound under his inspection, a small pink gash in his gray hide. The sensation he had felt made his body turn rigid and he felt hot under his skin, he did not like it.
His thoughts were disrupted when he detected a new sound. It was a sharp clicking noise in a slow uneven pace, but it was getting closer. The sound filled him with panic and he frantically searched for some kind of exit despite the large opening where the noise was coming from and growing ever louder.
The walls offered him nothing, just a smooth obstacle. He looked high to the ceiling and he could see there were covered openings which he could easily squeeze his body through. His limbs knew where he needed to go and he felt them changing to make climbing such a smooth surface possible by forming fleshy cups that stuck to the surface easily. They worked as a unit to carry him up the wall and spread him out over the ceiling to reach for the portal to safety from the unknown threat.
The coverings were proving to be far more resilient of an obstacle when he tried to pry at the edge of it but was growing more frustrated with every failed attempt. Then he noticed the clicking sounds had stopped and frozen in place at the realization. He peered down and his body went rigid when something moved at the large opening, it was another creature!

It was nothing like him, smaller and strange in how it stood on two of its four limbs while the other pair held the frame of the opening to tilt its body inside the room. The top of it was draped with so many thin black strings so long they obscured it’s head and reached to the low parts of its body. From his vantage point, he could see it had voluptuous curves which he found oddly enticing to gaze over.
He was unsure about what to do, part of him wanted to escape, yet, he felt a strange urge towards the creature. He tried to dismiss the desire figuring it was just curiosity getting the better of him. Then the scent of the creature filled his sense of smell and it was such an intoxicating aroma for him. It was the sweet scent of his opposing gender and it excited him to know it.
There was no longer any conflicting thoughts of escape and he watched her more closely. She was breathing faster making the generous swell of her chest rise and fall and she reached out to the wall with a trembling hand and pressed a raised part of its surface. The room was abruptly​ bathed in bright light and he winced at the harsh change. His eyes watered blurring his vision, but when they cleared he could see her alluring figure much easier.
She gasped in alarm covering her mouth with the paddle like ends of her upper limbs, she must have been expecting him to still be laying on the slab. He watched her backing away, she was going to bolt. His desire to stop her provoked a tentacle to act and could only watch in shock when unintentionally caused one of his arms to launch towards her.
Before he could think of a reason for it to stop, the tendril was already tightly coiled around her slender neck. She tried to scream when he grabbed her feeling her throat tensing up to let loose the noise. The tentacle was reacted swiftly and noosed her throat so tightly it came out as a squeak. She grabbed his limb with the strange grasping ends of her arms and he felt those hard tips trying to burrow into the hard muscle and pry his hold off of her neck.
He was frozen in place, too scared to act and unable to let go when she looked up to him with large and expressive eyes. The small pupils were ringed with a bright blue color and they grew even larger when she saw him. Her mouth had a pair of plump glossy lips, much brighter and exotic looking contrast to her skin.
His anxiety subsided and he was curious about her mouth and its distracting color. Another tentacle moved down to inspect her lips trying to touch them with its tip. She tried to twist her head away while he kept stroking at her lips only to have her move her head away again. It felt like a form of play to him and he kept winning when he stroked his tendrils against her plush lips. She must have gotten fed up and tried to bite his tendril, but he had another idea for her mouth.
His gray appendage plunged into her warm and wet mouth spreading her lips around its tough hide. Her eyes went wide with shock and she squealed when it surged deeply inside and crushed her tongue flat to make room for its thickness. He watched her cheeks flush pink in color and she shut her eyes tight while he explored the insides of her mouth. Her lips were being dragged back and forth with the motions of his limb and her cheeks were being pushed out from the inside when he wanted the tip to poke at them.
She the contorted features of her face slowly softened and in a handful of moments she was moaning and whimpering while he played with her mouth. Something had changed with her when she looked at him again with half lidded eyes. He didn’t understand what it meant, but her silken soft tongue started to stroke his flesh and her cheeks caved when she sucked on his tentacle. It was an amazing feeling watching her head bobbing on his appendage more and more urgently.
She grabbed the tentacle and purred deeply when she pulled it into her mouth, all he could do was stare in stunned silence. Her lips were smearing their color on his tendril marking how deeply she was taking it into her loving mouth.
He wanted to see her take more and shoved his limb deeper until it forced it’s way into a tight passage. Her head was forced to tilt back and her eyes winced when she loudly gagged on the invader, but she could no longer move her head over his flesh. He felt her neck pushing against the tentacle when it slithered so deeply into the tight confines it entered. When he removed his hold on her neck, it shocked him to see her throat bulging from him penetrating it.
She was loudly gulping and slurping at his tentacle, trying to devour it with her hungry maw. The loud sounds she made were so provocative to him he felt his body getting hot under his hide.His limb pumped into her throat more urgently to coax more noises from her throat and she seemed to gladly oblige him. She was drooling heavily on his tendril and thick strings were dangling from his glossy hide. Her throat was glistening with her flowing saliva and it overflowed down into the creamy cleft dominating her chest.
He watched her curiously wriggle out of the long white skin that was draped over her arms and shoulders, only to discard it to the floor. It surprised him because he simply assumed it was a part of her body like a skin, but she just she had casually discarded it. When he saw the pale skin of her arms he quickly understood that she was stripping off nothing more than extra coverings. She was struggling with another white layer that tightly hugged her body. Her weird graspers couldn’t unfasten the little knobs holding the covering together.
She was trying to free the compressed swell of her chest and he couldn’t help but reach down to assist her. He plunged limbs two into a small gap and yanked the covering apart exposing her massive globes and taut midriff to him. His eyes gazed at those mounds of soft looking flesh while she reached up to them and unfastened the black strap supporting them. He was mesmerized when she started to stroke her orbs while his tentacle pumped deeply into her neck.
She smeared her spit all over her chest until hey had a wet glossy sheen which only enhanced how appealing they were to him. They looked heavy in her hands, but they also looked very soft to touch when her digits sunk deeply into them. They were capped with large pink rings and he watched them slowly bunch up when she played with them. The nubs rose up from their centers getting more pronounced until they were hard looking protrusions of meat.
His own mouth started to profusely drool for her and he could feel his tongues roaming inside it with ravenous hunger. He was done playing with her mouth because he was filled with the urge to devour such delicious looking mounds of flesh. He was forced to reign in control of the tendril churning at her throat, it was quite reluctant to leave the home it has claimed for itself. She seemed just as reluctant to let it go and it slipped from her lips with a sharp smack of her lips.
She was left gasping from his tentacle being so deeply lodged in her esophagus and the corners of her mouth were curled towards her cheeks. He dropped from the roof and his limbs easily absorbed the shock to stand before her. Her eyelids were sagging low like she was in a daze when she looked up to him.
She reached for one his tendrils and clutched it before attempting to guide it under the gap between her legs. His limb wriggled from her grasp before she got it into the void of the tight black garment hugging her thighs. She made a desperate whimper and stubbornly reached for another. It was his turn to get annoyed and his tendrils snapped around the hard narrow parts of her arms and pushed her back.
Seeing her moving towards the raised slab gave him an idea and he directed the topless female towards it. When her rump struck it’s hard jutting edge she willingly mounted it with a lusty giggle. He rumbled deeply and moved in on her, pushing her down until she was laying across the width of its surface. It only had enough room for the length of her body and her rump was nearly hanging off the edge but he was more than happy to support her voluptuous curves with his limbs.
Her legs were sheathed in a soft black material and she parted them eagerly to hug her thighs against the bulbous center mass. He refused to release her arms, they were tipped with red talons and even in her dazed state of mind, she could harm him. He pulled them high over her head making her already impressive chest look even more perky to him.
His maw parted and fat ropes of his drool cascaded onto her toned stomach and she gasped when she saw the vertical slit lined with jagged teeth. His tongues reached out from the deep recesses of his mouth. They were pale lengths of muscle numerous in number and studded with black barbs, far smaller than his limbs but moved in a similar function. Their tips were capped off with muscular maws and ringed with stubby spurs for teeth.
She didn’t struggle or scream, she bit her plump bottom lip and pushed her chest forward offering her flesh to him. They eagerly rushed in on her chest and a pair curled around the base of her mountains. She whined when they crushed them in their coils, scraping into her silken flesh while her peaks bulged until they looked like taut orbs of meat.
A pair of his feeding tendrils engulfed her pink caps and clamped down with the hard spurs denting her skin with a hard bite. She gasped in shock when they sucked on her pulling her soft meat deeper in their maws. The firm protrusions were crushed flat by the muscular contractions of his feeding tendrils trying to swallow them. They tugged on her peaks when they sucked and chewed on her. She writhed under him licking her lips and moaning louder and more feverishly the more he ravished her chest.
More of them clamped onto her taut globes sucking pinching her skin. They pulled at them until they slipped free and leaving red circles in their wake surrounded by white marks of raised flesh where their teeth dug in. She was just too delicious to not taste. She was panting when one of his mouths met with hers and she licked the edge of it, teasing it with her tongue.
Her thighs pulled at him bringing her hips close his body and she rubbed something so warm and damp against his hide. It startled him at first to feel it pulsing against him, but she ground this silken soft part of her body with urgency the more he sucked on her chest.
His curiosity had a sent a pair of tentacles to coil around her thighs. They sunk into her plush fat until they squeezed into the hard muscle under it. The black material clinging to the length of her legs felt damp on the insides as if she was leaking from somewhere. They pried her thighs off him and spread them far away until they almost were laying flat on the slab.
The tight black waistband hugging them was stretched until it peeled back, bunching up around her waist. There was another covering under it, but it managed to catch his eyes with they way the material had a raised swirling pattern mixing with a semi-transparent backdrop. The small triangular undergarment hugged the swell of her bare crotch before narrowing into a band and vanishing into the deep cleft of her rump. The material seemed far too tight for her because her flesh was bulging out from the sides it was constricting her so tightly. He could see she was sopping wet between her legs and his hungry mouths moved to investigate.
She yelped in surprise when one delved between her legs and filled its mouth with the softest meat he had found on her yet. It was supple and silken and he pulled it far from her body stretching it away from her until it slipped free. She groaned deeply and her legs shuddered in his grasp when he munched on the pair of puffy lips, tugging them out from under the undergarment doing such a poor job of hiding them.
The flavor was an amazing mix of bitter salt with a hint of sweetness. He removed that black barrier with a limb, shearing the fabric so he had complete access to her her tight looking seam. Her tender meat filled his mouths once more and he deeply enjoyed chewing on them. The way she moaned and whimpered while she writhed her hips only encouraged him to devour her more thoroughly.
When he pulled at her lips, there were teasing flashes of glistening pink meat under her folds. He rumbled low with a desire to see what kind of treasures he could find hidden there. His mouths reached into her pink center, nipping at her thin petals plucking them from their hiding spot. He discovered a swollen protrusion of flesh at the high point of her slit and wasted no time to chew at the length of it.
There was a constant onslaught of new and strange noises erupting from her throat between frantic bouts of frenzied breathing
Her body twitched and bucked erratically and he wasn’t sure if he was hurting her or giving her pleasure the way she was behaving.
Her nether lips had become even more swollen from his rough attention, turning into red beacons with white raised patches were their teeth clutched them. The pink protrusion was trapped in one of his mouths and had become so swollen, it was pulled into a mouth and crushed flat under the hard interior muscle. Her cries reached new pitches but they were mixed with such deep and low moans from his feeding.
Then he noticed motion in the lower part of her slit and he finally discovered the source of her honey. It was a pink opening, glistening wet and it was flexing shut at him with light sucking sounds. It was squeezing out her fluids, spilling down into the cleft of her curvaceous backside and over a dark fleshed pucker nestled deeply between her cheeks.
His focus remained on her pink entrance and shoved one of his mouths inside it. There was a loud wet squelch and he felt her slick walls crashing down around it, trying to force it out. She cried out wildly when he shoved his mouth into her hole and she only got more vocal when he thrashed it inside her, churning the small barbed tendril against her slippery passage.
He spread his jaws inside her, trying to bite at the walls surrounding it. What he got instead was a mouth full of her nectar and he shuddered with pleasure when it overwhelmed his sense of taste. He only thought of wanting more and crammed more hungry mouths into her tight hole and the way she squealed when he stuffed so many mouths up her wet slot made him shudder in delight she was enjoying it so much.
Each one had its own pace when they burrowed into her thrashing not just against her slick walls but shoving at one another. She could only make sharp huffing sounds when he had so many crowding her passage. The writhing mass battled inside her to suck on her walls to drink her up nectar. It felt like her cavern was melting with the very essence he craved from her.
He was curious what kind of flavor was waiting for him behind the dark pucker of muscle just under her passage filled with barbed tendrils sawing at it. He shoved a few adventurous mouths up her taut ring and she grunted when he violated there. Her back passage clamped down with strength, trapping his mouths in that hot and grainy hole. He wasn’t bothered and they sucked at her insides to discover she did taste different back there. It was a heavy earthy taste but much more sweet and it felt like her insides were trying to draw his tendrils even deeper up her twitching pucker.
She lifted her head up to look between her legs and there was a stunned wide-eyed expression on her face. The mound above her slit was bulging and shifting from the tangled mass of tendrils he had wedged in her slot to harvest the steady flow of juices. Those blue ringed pupils rolled back under their eyelids and her mouth parted wider and wider the harder he churned his feeding tendrils in her twitching passages.
He felt her pink slot was only gripping the tangle of flesh harder, but then it felt like the tension was spreading through her entire body and her juices seemed to flood her passage until it there was a steady cascade of it dripping off his tendrils. He perceived that she was attempting to drown them once she had them trapped in her vice like grip. They only wriggled more vigorously inside, raking their barbs against the squishy walls of her tunnel with loud and sloppy churning sounds.
Then suddenly everything changed when jer tilted her head back and let forth a long and low groan before her passage was wracked with powerful spasms. They were so strong it had startled him and he abruptly yanked his mouths from her hole with a loud slurp. It was like he had pulled a plug in her brain because her body went limp in his coils. He watched her eyelids flutter before her head flopped backward until it was hanging listlessly off the edge of the slab.
He was confused by her reaction and he was left with only the sound of her labored breathing, but it was quickly forgotten when he gazed upon her holes still flexing tightly at him. The sight of such lewd contractions made him ache more fiercely than before and for the first time, he noticed there was a strange pressure building lower in his mass. His mouths retreated from her, leaving chest and midriff with countless red patches where he had suckled her. Those pink cups he had chewed on the most until they turned red and swollen with a deep ring of dents from his teeth.
He couldn’t see where the feeling was coming from, so one of his tentacles moved to investigate the uncomfortable sensation in his body. To his own surprise, he discovered he possessed another slit and shuddered when his tendrils traced the seam. There were no teeth to be found around this opening, but to his surprise, he felt something stirring just under the opening.
He realized it was his own actions that were the cause of the internal motion, inside the pocket was another set of appendages. With a grunt of effort, they spilled out of their hiding spot, four thick pale tentacles flopped from his body. They hung there limply for a moment while thick globs of clear slime dripped off their glistening flesh.
They were almost the same thickness of his limbs but riddled with dark veins that bulged along their surface. The tips were crowned with large bulbous heads, much thicker than the shaft and there was a slit at the very tip that drooled a steady flow of clear slime. He wanted to use them on her to feel her openings wrapped around this new flesh.
He was already used to how his arms acted independently on his desires, but the new appendages needed his guidance. It was deeply frustrating trying to control them all at once and it was taking far more effort than he cared to exert in the moment. He gave up on using all four of them at the same time and focused on learning to use just one of them.
She was still unconscious when the tendril moved with no dexterity and smacked its blunt tip against her puffy lips with enough force to make her flesh ripple. He went rigid from the unexpected sensation, it was a raw surge of pleasure that tingled its way up his body. The new limb was extremely sensitive and he clearly understood why they needed to be hidden from being touched by rough or sharp things.
He massaged it into her petals, using it to explore not just the reddened folds covering her opening. There was a deep shudder of pleasure that traveled through the entirety of his body from stroking himself against something so soft while smearing his thick slime over what he touched. It felt so good just to tease himself with her slit, but it looked so small with his tip pressed against it.
His desires made him reckless and he pushed it into to her seam in spite of his reservations. Those concerns were drowned out by the sight of his bulbous tip sinking into her soft flesh until those thick lips were forced to spread around it. He could feel the heat of her folds pulsing against his member and the sensation only spurred him to keep pressing his member into her. Then he felt it, her opening kissing at his tip and spreading to welcome his breeding organ.
Her swollen lips had yawned open wider around the head, but she was spreading open too slowly. His cock relented only for a moment only to have him shove hard into her slot. She grunted when her sex was forced to swallow his thick tip with a loud and wet squelch. He growled the purest delight from the sudden surge of pleasure when her tight walls twitched around the head of his member lodged inside.
A primal urge took hold of him and he started to roughly pummel it inside her, his size was so great he had bulged the mound of her sex and now he was fixated on working it even deeper. With every hard lunge, he snarled in pleasure and her insides loudly protested by belching and wetly gushing around his length.
She huffed and groaned with a deadpan note while he ruthlessly ravaged her, it was the noise of her mental surrender to his desires. Her head limply rocked, knocking her skull into the hard slab with ringing thumps. Her body was still limp and lurched away from his thrashing member, which in turn made the globes atop her chest swing with heavy rotations before crashing together with a loud slap of flesh on flesh.
He didn’t care how unresponsive she was because he was so focused on the wonderful tension rapidly building inside him. He clearly understood the purpose of the organ wedged in her passage, he was mating with her. The realization brought forth not just a mental rush of euphoria, but a physical one. His breeding tendril was getting stiff inside her and the veins were bulging on its surface. He felt intense friction in her slick hole when his tip expanded deep in her tunnel.
There was a powerful release from his body and he felt something rush down the shaft and his organ pulsed, pumping a thick fluid inside his mate. His entire body trembled and he nearly collapsed onto her prone body from such a mind melting release. He watched as a thick white slime gushed around his shaft, but he kept on pumping his essence inside her and it cascaded down to the floor in thick ropes splattering into a wide mess on the gray floor.
When the tendril was finished it was stuck inside her and refused to respond to his mental commands. When it finally deflated enough the limp member lid from her passage with a messy slurp. She let out a long bubbling fart from her stuffed hole and deluge of his white emission followed and struck the floor with a splash.
He was drunk on the pleasure of mating and he found that his single release was not enough. Too much of seed spilled from her canal, he needed to plant it deeper inside. His tendrils squeezed her thighs hard and shoved them high towards her chest until her knees were touching her shoulders. The heels of her bent legs tapped against the cheeks of the thick halves or her rump. When he folded her in such a way her hips angled higher and presented both her holes for him to conquer.
When he violently stuffed another hard member up her messy sex, there was a faint whimper from over the edge of the slab. He pumped into her more aggressively, splitting her squishy walls apart until that lump in her mound had vanished into her midsection. There was more pleasure to be taken from her and he brought another organ to the back passage and shoved its tip against it as well.
She wasn’t mentally aware and made no attempt to stop him or voice protest and he wriggled the hard tip between her cheeks until he felt that ring of muscle spreading open for his member. He viciously ground his way up her back end until it shuddered and gave way to his demands.
He snarled from the almost overwhelming sensation of filling both her holes at the same time. He could feel them sliding against one another almost touching but with only a thin barrier of her flesh between them.
He enjoyed how both slots felt very different from one another. The pink one was slick and the walls were strong, gripping the entirety of his length. The back passage was very powerful at the entrance and attempted to choke his shaft, but deeper inside the walls were squishy and soft with no strength in them at all.
She let out a low groan but he voice broke from the jarring thrusts of his shafts plundering her holes. He felt her body tensing up and she arched her back in such a way he could see his shaft bulging through her stomach just under the naval. Then she loudly gurgled when her insides shuddered and quaked around him, milking his length with powerful contractions while her hips bucked and writhed around his hard meat.
He lunged harder when he felt her intense spasms, but to his surprise and pleasure, he had struck the limits of her pink slot. It felt too good to not keep relentlessly battering his hard meat into the end of her tunnel. He could feel it giving way, stretching to take in more of his length. Her back passage had no such trouble taking his length and his hard flesh wound its way up her slimy insides until he had no more of his organ to give.
Still, he hungered for more and he brought the last remaining breeding organ to her slit and shoved it up against the shaft of its twin. He stubbornly wriggled the head against her entrance until his persistence paid off and he pried her hole open to take in both. Her sex gushed a hot stream of clear fluid all over his body when he double stuffed her sex. More and more of her fluid sprayed when he shoved both his shafts up her shuddering passage until she had run dry of the sticky stuff.
He hissed in delight and thrashed them inside her, making her insides loudly gurgle and groan in protest. Her midsection bulged and twisted with the three tentacles churning away at her ruined openings. Her midriff went from a white cream to a deeply flushed pink color from his abusive lust and the only sound he could hear coming from her was strained squelches and squishes coming from her over packed slit.
He could feel his organs growing more rigid with every stroke and the pleasure was getting so intense it was hard to focus. Their flesh pulsed in her holes, expanding in size and bloating their heads until he could no longer move them. They all released into her while he let forth a deep groan of bliss.
They were taking turns pumping his thick and potent slime deeply into her core. He was filled with a deep sense of satisfaction when her midsection shuddered with every throb until it lost its toned shape and was swelled up with his emissions. Her stomach continued to expand until the flesh looked taut and round and his peak finally ebbed once more.
They were so deeply entrenched in her body he had to yank them free with a loud popping sound. With all four of his breeding tentacles spent they retracted back in their resting place. His central mass was shuddering and pulsing from his exertion and finally, the cloud of lust faded from his thoughts.
Her holes were left as gaping caverns, but there was only a small trickle of his seed flowing from them now that he certain he had bred her properly. He was spent and no longer had any interest in holding her in such a compromising position. When he released her legs they flopped forward and she slid off the slab slamming backside first to the hard floor.
Her body remained sitting legs splayed open and she bent over until her slime filled belly was pressed to the floor between her thighs. Her head was sagging and her mouth hung open limply, her tongue was dangling from her brightly colored mouth and a long rope of drool hung off its tip. Her eyes were nothing more than vacant orbs, unfocused and had an empty stare about them. He knew from her stupefied expression he had crushed her mind with his selfish desires, she was nothing more than a vessel for his seed.
He felt conflicted over how he had broken her when he got so lost in the experience of mating for the first time. He also felt a strange thrill of it as well, having conquered the female so completely. Still, he wondered how much different it could have ended if he was more delicate with his mate.
There was no reason for him to linger here any longer, she wouldn’t be going anywhere and now the passage she came from was available for him to explore. He tried his best to coordinate his tendrils to help him walk towards the entrance and already he was picking up the scent of another female, maybe he would get another chance at mating again.

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