Art by me lastcallforsin

Lisa woke just before her alarm was to go off.  She groaned slightly as she could do with a bit more sleep.  She smiled to herself as she looked about her room.  The new furniture was nice, but she had insisted on keeping her old mirror that didn't go with the rest.  Out of her closed curtains she could see the rising sun welcoming the new day.   

As she pushed off the covers she could fee a slimy tentacle wrap around her arm pulling her back towards the bed.  Giving it a gentle pet she said, "Sorry, the day calls."  The tentacle in the sheets pulled at her and rubbed at her arms.  In her head she could hear a voice begging her to stay.  "Sorry luv, I have work."  The tentacle let go.  In her mind she could her it grumbling. "Tell you what, how about tonight we do that thing, your favorite thing."  She pulled back the cover to reveal a very large tendril coming from a small portal on the other side of the bed.  She stroke the tentacle and got down close whispering, "I'll put on that outfit you liked so much."  The grumbling subsided and turned into a hopeful promise.  She laughed, "I'm looking forward to it too luv. It's a date."  The tentacle and the portal vanished, for now.

Humming to herself she grabbed a robe and moved towards the bathroom.  In the hallway, Maisie was waiting for Katie to get out.  Apparently she was bored and had summoned a tentacle to ride as she stood by the door panting.  Lisa made a face, "Maisie, can't you do that in your room?"

Maisie flashed a big smile between gasps, "I just need to pee, but she's taking too long, I think the police called again with another case so she's getting all fancy for Mr. Detective man.  I...I got lonely and asked for some attention while I wait."

Lisa shook her head, "Come on Maisie.  I don't need to see you getting tentacled first thing in the morning.  We agreed no fucking in the hallway." Maisie started to pout but the tentacles redoubled their efforts making it impossible to frown.

After a series of gasps and shakes, Maisie came.  Lisa couldn't help it as Maisie's triumphant moan made her a little aroused.  The Purple tentacle came out spraying translucent white slime all over Maisie, and the walls.  Lisa pointed at the mess on the wall. "Hey Mr. Tentacle, that's your mess. You need to clean that up."  From the portal below the tentacle from came another holding a bucket and a cloth.  It dutifully went to work removing the slime from the wall. 

Maisie gave a big silly grin as she pounded on the door, "Come on Katie! I'm going to make a big mess on the floor and you'll have to clean it up if you don't hurry the hell up!"

The door opened to reveal a very made up Katie wearing a low cut blouse and short skirt hugging her best assets.  She hurried down the hall, "Sorry girls.  I was called by Daniel this morning, he wants me to meet him soon for another murder case.  Said that he may need the coven's help on it.  Maybe dinner after too."

Maisie rushed into the bathroom, "You could invite him over here to have some fun, social, physical time too." Slamming the door behind her that it bounced and didn't close.  "OK Mr. Tentacle, fuck my ass while I pee.  I love it when you do that!"

Lisa grabbed hold of the door and shut it muffling the sounds of the lovemaking inside.  Looking over at Katie as she grabbed her shoes from the shoe rack at the end of the hall.  Katie shrugged, "I don't know why you get to upset by Maisie's enjoyment.  Her online OnlyFans is paying for everything."

"We all contribute to the bills."  Lisa muttered.  While it was very true that their recent found fortune was due to Maisie's willingness to show everything online, Lisa still was able to cover her third of the rent. Katie had been having a hard time finding a job but her partnership with the police and being a special assistant was now brining her in a livable income.  Maisie was having a terrible time finding a normal 9 to 5 or a witchy one.  When she went to Mother Superior Gwen with her scheme to claim the tentacles were digital she was at first reluctant.  The profits as well as the new members into the sisterhood had changed her mind quite a bit.  

"Lisa, everything has worked out so well.  Can't we just enjoy the fruits of our labors.  I'm contributing to society.  You're part of a call center and your time down at the Three Broomsticks as a tarot reader helps the witchy ends.  Maisie is just, going with the flow."  as the sounds of slime slathering the wall's in the bathroom with Maisie proud cries.  The both blushed as Katie added, "Well I'm off, wish me luck!"

Lisa went back to her room grabbing the well used can of dry shampoo.  She cleaned herself up getting ready for work.  Putting on a work appropriate blouse and skirt she made a gesture to the bed, "I promise tonight OK?"  A tentacle slithered out forming itself into a thumbs up, and then a heart.  Lisa smiled at this as she ran down the hall.

Lisa glared at the sign on the door on the second floor.  "Lola's Dark Erotica" was Maisie's private company label.  She was renting the entire floor below them to set up elaborate sets for her account.  She had hired several contractors who came in and created fantastical sets for her and Mr. Tentacle to ... play on.  Maisie also had some top notch cybersecurity on payroll too, keeping fans and hackers out of her private life.  Getting down to the first floor she cast covetous eyes on the Lamborghini that Maisie had gotten with her first 10 Million fans.  Lisa however walked over to where the bus station was and sat.  She could take the car, but her pride said no.

The bus ride was the same as always.  Same people with the same problems.  She had been suitably trying to solve what she could glean from their minds, her main dark gift. Katie was extremely good with scrying and location spells.  Maisie, Maisie was dangerous.  The one time Detective Dan had asked for help because a group of goons had taken a cop's wife hostage.  Maisie walked in and about an half hour later walked out with a wide-eye mortified woman.  The official line was it never happened. The building had 'mysteriously' burned down as a five alarm fire.  Maisie contributed to her psychiatric bills.

Getting off at her stop for the town natural gas company, ProLite, she sighed as she put on her customer service face going in.  The job was terrible as she had to tell a lot of people to pay up or lose their heat.  She always tried to help them out as much as possible.  

When she went on her lunch break she could see there were messages from Maisie and Katie.  Maisie had sent a 'test' photo of her new set and costume.  Looking like a princess, in a thong she blew a kiss at the screen.  "Be sure to 'leak' it again, gets the Lil devils all riled up."  Lisa rolled her eyes at this but clicked it over to her fake Instagram account, LolaSuperFan67.  Katie's was just a message.  "After work, Daniel and I are going to pick you up.  Nothing major, just I need your help specifically.  I'll tell you more then.  Love you <3"  Staring at the message she had a sinking feeling in her stomach that I was a big deal.  She finished her sub she had bought and pounded her energy drink.

After back to back calls where she had to bite her tongue and just let them run their mouths, Lisa decided to do something to let off a little steam.  On her last 15 minute break she ran off to a supply closet and locked the door.  Reaching out to the darkness she called to the tentacles "Hey, I'm having a rough day, can you make me feel better?"

From the dark corners, green slime tentacles slithered forth coiling up her legs on either side.  She let them pull her to the floor as she relaxed into their touch.  "We've got about 10 minutes, so make me feel good, I'll return the favor tonight."  One tentacle hooked around her underwear pulling them aside while another slimy end wiggled up and down rubbing from clit to asshole.  Lisa adjusted her blouse exposing her breasts, "Play with them, let me feel your love."  she whispered as she let herself melt into the cool and comforting touch of her lover.  Her toes cracked as her flats fell off as she softly moaned, "Just like that, you're so good."  She gasped as it the up and down rubbing stopped and the thrusting began. Her hips found the rhythm as she moved with the tentacles.  The day's cares began to leave.

The jiggle of the door handle snapped her attention.  Cursing as she was so close she shoo away the tentacles, "Quick, they may open the door.  Thanks, see you tonight."  as she quickly adjusted her self.  Hearing the sound of keys in the lock made her rush, just getting her self back to presentable as the door opened.  She didn't know the man who was standing there as he gave her a curious look. Trying to control her breathing she walked towards the door, "Did it lock again? It's been sticking, thanks for the rescue."  She froze up as she could feel something warm and fluid running down her leg.  Trying to walk with the wedgie she moved quickly to the bathroom to correct the rest of her clothes.  

After making the adjustments she splashed a little water into her face.  In the mirror she could see the tentacles hovering behind her.  "Sorry guy's, I'm just as disappointed as you are."  They nodded and vanished away.  Gripping the sides of the sink she pulled herself together to do her final shift.

The day ended on a high note as she was able to help a little old lady avoid account closure due to a technicality.  Her way of sticking it to the man.  Self satisfied she left the building to see Katie and waiving from the passenger side of Dan's mustang.  She had an odd look on her face as she climbed into the back seat.  Dan was slightly older then Katie, maybe 5 or so years.  The stress of the job was causing his jet black hair to turn to grey.  He had that finely chiseled face and body to match.  As he drove off he said, "So, Lisa, I've got a big ask.  We're going to go meet Special Agent Cortez."

Katie interrupted, "You know the missing women, the one they're reporting on TV?  The FBI wants our help!" She sounded ecstatic.

Lisa was less sure, "the FBI? Do they know...?"

Dan's head bobbed up and down, "They do. They have been talking with Ms. Gwen Ravenholm.  She has given her blessing for you two to assist."

Lisa sat back, "Mother Superior Gwen is on board?"

Katie looked back, "Apparently the FBI have been putting a lot of her activities together, one of the more recent acolytes was an agent plant.  They are OK with everything, even Maisie's, event."  She looked over at Dan, "We are all good right?"

His body language was off so Lisa tapped in.  His mind was worried about them but as far as he knew, there was no danger from the FBI.  If anything he thought that the government was getting together a 'magical' force for them to use.  

He shivered, "I don't like it when you do that Jedi mind trick thing."  Some people, very few actually, could feel when Lisa was touching their minds.

Lisa leaned forward, "Sorry Dan, just checking to make sure."

Katie glared at Lisa, and then turned back to Dan, "I trust you."

He half smiled at that, "All the same, I'm taking you two to his field office and we can get into the details there."

Katie kept trying to make small talk but Dan seemed distant.  Something was bothering him.  Lisa could find out but, that felt like a violation of trust at this point.  She just looked out as they drove by through town.  

Finally the approached an for sale office building with a few cars in the parking lot.  Dan asked that they not loiter and hurry for the door.  As they approached there was a buzzing noise as they walked in.  In the lobby were two armed guards screaming special forces.  It made Lisa very unconformable but Katie seemed unfazed.  They watched the two women as though they might explode.  Dan ushered them into a conference room.

Inside sat a man in a government suit.  Either the shades made him feel cool or they served another purpose.  Lisa snickered at them.  To his side sat Mother Superior Gwen looking bemused.  

Both Katie and Lisa made the gesture of respect and said in unison "Hail, High Priestess Gwen."

She nodded as the FBI agent and Dan looked confused.  Everyone took their seats as Dan pushed folders to the two women.  The agent gestured "Good Evening, I am Special Agent  Cortez.  We have a serial killer on the loose that I think you can help us with.  At this point he has taken 7 women.  They all are in their mid 20'es, recently single, working dead end jobs, and into tentacle porn."  His pause cause them to both raise their eyebrows.  "Given your, activities, the agency believes that they are working this way."  Gesturing towards Lisa, "Since you fit the profile well, we would like you to, attract, the attention of our killer to allow us to arrest him."

Lisa glanced over to Katie and then to Mother Superior Gwen.  The Mother Superior tapped her ring causing the world to turn to grey besides the women.  The two men frozen in time she smiled at them. "Good to see you two again.  I assume Maisie is doing well?"  The nodded in agreement. "We are in a bit of a pickle, look at the second to last photograph.  Notice the woman and the box."  As they pulled out the photo she continued, "That is Betty Windtrope, High Priestess to Cuthul-Ra, a forgotten god.  We are on good terms with her.  She is indeed approaching women who have nothing left in their life and offering them to her god.  She will be able to detect you if she sees you and will move on.  If she asks for a direction tell her that Cape Horn is nice this time of year."

Katie spoke up, "If she's killing..."

Mother Superior Gwen scowled, "She is 'killing' nobody.  All she is doing is offering a different life, just like we do.  Only hers is off world.  You may be uncomfortable with this, but I am ordering you to not lead these vile men to her doorstep.  Am I clear?"

Katie bit her lip and nodded.

With a sigh she turned towards Lisa, "Just do as the men ask. I believe they will want you to be more of a fan of Maisie's work and make some visible purchases of tentacle dildos."  

Lisa looked at her, "Shouldn't we have Maisie do this?"

Mother Superior Gwen rubbed her forehead, "That girl is a loose cannon.  SheoRahl, in his benevolence, has favored her so much that I cannot control her.  Her rampage exposed us, putting us in this damned situation where we have to play nice.  No, she sits this one out so there is no further exposure."

Sitting back she said, "Honestly, you three have been more than I could have ever asked for. I am happy and proud with everything you do.  I just need to make sure we don't damage our allies in this world.  I will be leaving tonight.  Do you have anything else before we continue with the men?"  Lisa shook her head no.  

Katie said, "Are there anyone else we should not be exposing?"

With a smile, Mother Superior Gwen said, "Not that you need to know about.  Double check your book for the safe word phrases and make sure to use them when talking with Betty.  Be sure to move everything back to where it was, and I'll let them go."

Katie suddenly thought of something, "Dan, he's sensitive to Lisa's power. Do you think he will know?"

Making a face, Mother Superior Gwen grumbled, "Talk to him later. You said you had him around your finger? Make sure he is or he will be under my boot."  Fear traced across Katie's face.  Mother Superior Gwen softened, "He has stayed in line thus far, I doubt it would come to that."

Color returned to the world as the two men continued on.  Special Agent Cortez gestured to a mic and camera, "We'll ask that when you go shopping tomorrow for your supplies you wire up and we'll see if we can't find our killer.  Detective Daniel Warden will help you set up.  Did you have any questions."

Clearing her throat, Mother Superior Gwen spoke, "Our agreement stands?  This is a one time thing.  After this my girls stay off your radar and are allowed to live their private lives as long as they promise to not rampage in public again."

Special Agent Cortez's mouth twitched, "We would like to leave an open invitation to work with us ad-hoc.  If they desire to return to civilian lives, we will leave them alone.  Same goes for you; however, you've already made your position clear."

She nodded in that way that well mannered people do when they get their way.  Standing up she gave a slight bow, "Well, then I look forward to the conclusion of our business.  Ladies, I look forward to seeing you again, under better circumstances." 

Both Katie and Lisa gave a quick bow of their head, as was due.  While they did not fear her, they knew to respect her.  With little else to discuss Detective Dan led them back to the car.  

After everyone was in he said, "That was weird, even for you guys.  I'll be by tomorrow to assist you on your first run.  We need to go to 5 or so sex shops and buy various tentacle dildos.  As well you need to contact your HR department and ask to display one of them."

Lisa eyes bulged out.  It was one thing to go around to sex shops and purchase tentacles.  Wholly another to ask her job to let her display such a thing.  "You want me to ask HR if I can display a dildo? HOW? That has to go against so many rules."

Dan half smiled, "All of the victims did it, they told their HR it was an emotional support item. As long as it is not obviously phallic it is allowed.  Be sure to make a stink about it and push hard so everyone knows."

Lisa turned red from a mixture of embarrassment and anger.  "I'll be throwing my personal life away for this! I'll forever be known as a monster fucker!"

Katie winked at her, "Technically, we are."  Lisa shot her a death stare.  "It's not that bad, I mean, Maisie is really out there and the world has accepted her."

Lisa ground her teeth, "A bunch of degenerate trolls and weirdos, and now you want me to associate with them."  she sighed, "I want the world to accept me.  I try so hard to not go against the grain of society.  I though we could do the witchy stuff and keep a normal life.  But that is looking less and less likely."

They finally pulled up to the apartment.  Katie didn't get out.  She rolled down her window whispering, "I'm going back to his place tonight, wish me luck."

Lisa snapped at her, "Maybe you should summon Mr. Tentacle and show him how you like it in the ass!"  The shock on Katie's face got to her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

Katie looked hurt but she set it aside, "I know why you said that, and I forgive you"  and then with a smile to herself, "maybe I will.  I know he's very squeamish about it but if we are going to be together I think he will need to see that."  She gave Lisa a half smile, "Put it from your mind, and try to relax tonight. See ya in the morning for shopping for tentacle dildos."

Lisa watched them drive off.  Katie was now the closest any of them were to a normal relationship.  Maisie had sworn off men completely as they could not compete with Mr. Tentacle.  Lisa had tried a few blind dates but just the normal set of guys who just never worked out.  Katie had real chemistry with Dan.  She said a little spell, hoping they had a good time tonight.

Going up the stairs she could hear Maisie in her current photo shoot.  They had soundproofed the floor but still when she was being quadruple penetrated she would still make noises that the dead could hear.  She thought about stopping to talk to her but for right now, she didn't know what to say or do.  Right now she just wanted to relax.

When Lisa got up to the apartment she found a trail of rose petals at the door leading to her bedroom.  She felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at the mood lighting candles and the wonderful smells of cedar and bourbon.  She bit her lip as she opened her bedroom door.

A group of green slime tentacles were coiled patiently beside the bed. One held on a clothes hanger one of the outfits they liked, cow patterned nightie with matching thong. "Why hello there." she said in a sultry voice, "Thank you for the warm reception. Let me change so we can play. Let's compete with Maisie and see who can wake the neighbors."

Sorry I couldn't find a tag/flair for questions unless I'm just crazy--

Hiiii

so I'm extremely new to this sub! I'm also pretty new to using reddit (I scroll a lot but I've never been active on Reddit like at all)

I kinda just got into tentacles recently but I'm having some issues when it comes to certain sexual content?

For context I'm over 18 but under 21 and sexual stuff is still really new to me. I don't watch porn at all, but sometimes I read a bit of smut. My main thing is that when I'm looking at sexual things, it has to be somewhat cute too, if that makes sense? I prefer stuff that's not super over-exaggerated with the proportions or the poses and just like... I dunno?

There's this one sex game I like to play called Cute Demon Crashers (somewhat related) and although there are no tentacles in it at all the sex scenes are actually really cute and wholesome yet are still able to be hot? Could just be that I'm not like at the same level as some people are with their sexual content... [EXAMPLE PHOTOS ARE ATTACHED WITH SPOILERS}

Are there any posts or just places I can go where I can find more content like this, tentacle-including or not?

I feel embarrassed that the overly sexual stuff makes me so uncomfortable but that something on the cutesy side is fine, it makes me feel really immature, but I'd like to try to accept what I like if I can find more of it.

Thanks

Plan

Despite the humid jungle air, Kitty shivered as she removed the last of her clothes. The cotton-candy aroma of the monstrous plant in front of her was much stronger up close. When she took a deep breath to steady her nerves she felt a gentle tingling sensation wash across her exposed skin. Hesitating, she looked back at her two new companions for reassurance.

Delilah, of course, was writing furiously in another one of her notebooks - probably annotating one of her elegant field sketches. She had a real talent for capturing the essentials of whatever bizarre plant or animal they encountered on their journeys through this demonic realm, and had filled several meticulously indexed journals with her observations so far. She looked up from her work and smiled warmly. "Don't worry darling - you'll do great! I've concluded my preparations on the transference spell and just need to take a few quick notes on the specimen. I've never seen a Daemonectar lactimana in person before!"

Kitty grinned back - at least Delilah wasn’t worried. She was probably looking forward to the show, though not as much as Kitty imagined Mask was.

Mask had spread out her cloak on the grass and flopped down in the shade to leer at her from comfort. Her eyes roamed hungrily over Kitty's exposed body, savoring the lean muscle and tanned skin earned from many years of exploring the wilderness of this Domain. Kitty blushed - the three had quickly become intimate along their journey, and Mask’s brazen interest could be a little distracting.

"Get on with the show, hottie," Mask shouted. "This jungle sucks!" Well they could agree to disagree there - Mask might be a city girl, but Kitty had very much enjoyed the week of travel from the frontier town where she had met the unusual pair. The Domain of Lust was not a safe place to explore, but it was as beautiful as it was dangerous, and filled with an incredible variety of creatures.

Like this plant, for example. As with almost everything in a Domain, it was designed to prey on humans, draining their mana in service of whichever fiendish Princess controlled the region. The methods employed by Lust's Domain might be less violent or painful than some of the others, but were certainly no less dangerous. Kitty took another deep breath and mentally reviewed the information Delilah had uncovered during her research.

Daemonectar lactimana - Witchsuckle to locals - was a carnivorous hemiparasite. Although it could survive off the scraps of sunlight that made their way through the thick canopy above, it much preferred to harvest mana from any mages unlucky enough to get caught in its clutches. The scraps of information on what that process actually looked like conflicted wildly - Delilah had expressed particular irritation on this subject - but what they all agreed on was that lactation was involved. It probably wouldn’t be fatal, but would leave the victim severely exhausted in the midst of a jungle designed to feed on humans.

That mana-enriched milk was why they had made the arduous trek out here - Delilah assured her it was incredibly valuable as a magical reagent and worth a fortune to the right buyer. Kitty had lived on the frontier for many years and occasionally worked as a guide for groups exploring Lust’s Domain - she had agreed to navigate them safely to the location indicated by Delilah’s contact. The sorceress would dull the plant’s senses during their work and would handle the redirection, storage, and sale of the unusual reagent. Mask would deal with any unpleasantness that came up along the way. The only question remaining was which of them would be the lucky lady to “collect” it, and they had agreed to resolve that via random draw once they arrived at their destination.

Kitty knew it would be her, of course. It always was. Mask had cackled with delight and Delilah had looked at her with a flash of concern when Kitty had drawn the short straw, but Kitty just laughed as well. She was just a magnet for a certain kind of misfortune, and had been as long as she could remember. It didn't bother her, though - that's just how life was. A little struggle just served to make the world's delights more delicious.

"Quit wasting time, slacker!" Mask called from behind, shaking her out of her reverie. "Let's put that gorgeous body to work!"

"I do think we should get started soon - we only have a few more hours of light left," added Delilah gently. "Are you ready?"

"I'm ready," responded Kitty, and she stepped forward.

Plant

Despite her keen attention, Delilah was still surprised at the speed and intensity of the plant's response. She had predicted some kind of thigmotropism from the vines - that they’d wrap around Kitty’s legs like a climber sending out tendrils to find supports. That sort of thing would happen quickly, but not instantly, and would presumably only be dangerous to sleeping or injured victims. Instead, the carpet of smaller vines Kitty had been standing on was yanked sharply back towards the plant, with the same effect as if it had pulled a literal rug out from under her. Fascinating! She pulled out her latest field journal to take some more notes - how had it produced such a violent motion? Perhaps it employed the same kind of snap-buckling mechanism as the Venus flytrap?

Kitty's fall was interrupted by the thick strangler vines, which tangled around her as she thrashed to restore her balance. In moments, she was completely restrained and suspended a few feet off the ground. Delilah flipped to a fresh page and drew a quick sketch of Kitty's new position: neck, thighs, and upper arms firmly wrapped in vines, holding her in a seated pose with her legs spread, and tilted forward enough to make her breasts dangle deliciously.

The view was spectacular. Kitty was a knockout - lean and athletic, with smooth, toned legs, a flat stomach, and a cute bubble butt. Her gorgeous golden skin was almost as brown as Delilah's, though from long sun exposure rather than Delilah's natural shade. While they both had long hair, Delilah's was straight and jet black and she wore it loose, while Kitty often pinned her wavy red tresses back with flowers or other natural adornments. Her breasts were large for her frame but still perky, and it took almost no stimulation to tease her sensitive nipples into stiff peaks. Delilah smiled fondly as she remembered several recent evenings together spent doing exactly that. Fair enough to give someone else a turn, she thought, even if that someone was a demonic plant.

"How firmly is it holding you? Do you think you could get free?" she asked Kitty. "Are you noticing any soporific or narcotic effects?" Most of her sources had indicated that she'd be dealing with some kind of contact deliriant, but that sugary smell had her suspecting something airborne.

Kitty replied in her usual casual drawl, but there was a growing huskiness to her voice. "It’s very firm. I definitely can't get free. When I struggle it seems to temporarily squeeze tighter around me - I don't think it likes it when I do that.”

Kitty paused for a moment, a new expression on her face. “I do feel a little light-headed, and I'm starting to feel a little warm and very...tingly." Delilah watched as Kitty's face grew flush and she began to pant softly, nipples hardening. She was mildly surprised to already see a tell-tale glisten between Kitty's legs - her new companion was certainly easy to get riled up, but was she really this aroused already? Definitely an airborne vector.

"Umm, I think there are smaller vines starting to cover me now," Kitty reported, a little tension creeping into her voice. It looked like dozens of smaller shoots were blossoming out from the thick vines restraining her, covering her in a living network of gently wandering tendrils. It felt as though Kitty was being gently caressed by hundreds of hands at once. A moan escaped her lips and she twisted reflexively in an attempt to escape. The larger vines constricted in response, tightening around her neck until she had to gasp for breath. Meanwhile, the smaller tendrils continued their delicate assault, extending slowly between her legs until the tips were just barely brushing across her clitoris and the lips of her pussy.

The embarrassment, the choking, and the surprising new stimulation were all far too much for Kitty. Her eyes widened in shock and her back arched as a miniature orgasm rumbled through her. As she shook and thrashed, the vines tightened punishingly, intensifying the pleasure.

A few dazed moments later, Kitty recovered her breath and looked up at Delilah.

Delilah smirked back at her and raised a perfect eyebrow. Kitty blushed and had to look away. Okay, she had a hair trigger, but it was still a little embarrassing to have climaxed so quickly in front of her new partners - and from a plant! It hadn’t even touched her properly. As she tried to mentally reset, she was relieved to discover the tendrils had stopped for a moment.

"Okay, it...it slowed down a little," gasped Kitty. "But I feel some kind of...prickling?"

The smaller tendrils did indeed seem to have slowed their movements, but Delilah was fascinated to see that new parts were growing - sharp needle-like trichomes that pressed menacingly against Kitty's supple skin. Perhaps this was the contact deliriant that Delilah had read about? In a flash of movement, the tendrils injected something across Kitty’s whole body at once.

Whatever it was, it seemed to take effect immediately. Kitty's pupils dilated and her eyes rolled back. The flush on her face spread across her whole body. Her muscular abs and thighs clenched and unclenched slowly as Kitty fought to keep control of her increasingly rebellious body. She moaned again, much louder, and slumped forward against the vines. As she leaned forward, the vines around her thighs pulled them far apart, exposing a dripping wet pussy.

Motion near the base of the plant drew Delilah's attention. A massive flowerbud - perhaps almost a foot across - was slowly positioning itself beneath the shaking woman. She pulled out her journal again for another round of sketches. "Okay darling, it looks like we're ready for the next part. This might get a little intense." She bit her lip and tried not to speculate what the flowerbud had in store for Kitty.

The enormous bud rose slowly through the air, stopping just below her hips. Thin cracks appeared along the edges as the flowerbud began to split open, revealing dazzling velvety purple petals each more than a foot across. At the center of the flower was a meaty stalk, several inches thick and quite a bit longer, covered in hundreds of short writhing tendrils each coated with golden nectar. The dizzying sweet aroma in the air had intensified sharply as the flower opened, and Delilah could feel warmth roiling off of it even from where she stood several feet away. She was aghast - it was a good thing that lumpy monstrosity wasn't going inside her.

Kitty felt the new source of heat between her legs, warm enough to sense before it even touched her. She tried to look down at it, but the vines wrapped around her neck denied her, forcing her to look up at her companions instead as she waited helplessly in suspense. As the heat drew closer, the network of vines across her body began their gentle stroking again. She stiffened in arousal, dancing on the edge of another orgasm.

In one smooth motion, the thick stalk thrust up into Kitty's soaking pussy, filling it completely as the petals wrapped snugly around her legs and hips. Her mind reeled as she crashed into violent orgasm. It was so big, so thick, so hot, so deep inside her. The random motion of the hundreds of smaller tendrils overloaded her senses, stroking every inch of her pussy, keeping her riding a wave of pleasure that felt like it would totally engulf her. Smaller tendrils near the base curled and twisted around her clitoris, tugging and teasing her mercilessly.

Kitty shrieked and shook, but there was nothing she could do to get away from the relentless stimulation. The vines held her thighs apart and the thick flower petals kept the stimulator vine anchored firmly in place. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she rushed towards her next orgasm, and she whimpered in fear - this was going to be a really big one.

A moment before she reached her peak, the stalk began vibrating fiercely. Pushed far over the edge, Kitty's eyes rolled back and every muscle in her body stretched taut as a tidal wave of pleasure smashed through her, over, and over, and over again.

Delilah couldn't believe it. It vibrated? Another incredible discovery - she would absolutely be able to publish this. Those idiots back at the capital would never be capable of this kind of field research. She imagined the look on their faces when she strolled back into the royal academy with enough material to write papers for the rest of her life. And the work was quite agreeable! She smiled contentedly, licking her lips as she watched Kitty thrash in front of her. The vibration seemed highly effective - she could see how this sort of treatment could wear a girl out. Time to see how long it would last.

10 very long minutes later, the petals wrapped around Kitty's thighs slowly unfurled and the flower withdrew from her thoroughly abused pussy. The exhausted woman hung limply from the vines, her eyes glassy and unfocused as her body still twitched gently from the aftershocks.

"Aww, over already? How does it know when to stop?" It was the first time Mask had spoken since Kitty had stepped forward.

Delilah turned to look at her partner, savoring the view. The brash assassin had dark skin and white hair cut in a shoulder-length bob. Her short stature, slight build, sparkling eyes, and relaxed demeanor concealed a lethal physical agility. She also currently seemed to have a hand down her blackened leather pants.

Delilah was taken aback - had she been masturbating to the show? Watching Kitty writhe in ecstasy was certainly quite titillating, but at least Delilah had the self-control to keep her mind on her work. "I suspect that resistance from the victim and duration are both factors," she snapped back haughtily. "Glad you've been having fun - some of us have work to do!"

"Oh calm down, princess," said Mask as she got to her feet and brought her face close to Delilah’s for an indulgent kiss. "You've got your nose in a book while a plant melts our new friend's poor little brain - at least I'm enjoying the view." She smiled wickedly. "I think you need a break. Let's kill two birds with one stone and test your hypothesis - resistance from the victim, right?"

With a lazy flick of her wrist, a dagger embedded itself into one of the velvety petals of the giant flower before returning to Mask’s hand in a puff of black smoke. Kitty moaned as the vines around her tightened in anger and struggled pathetically as the stimulator vine was brought back to bear. "Oh god," she moaned. "I'm not sure I can handle more…"

As Kitty's protests devolved into whimpers and moans, Mask pushed Delilah down onto her cloak, her mouth and hands roaming expertly over her partner's curves. Soon Delilah's moans joined Kitty's as the pair watched the Witchsuckle ravage her again.

Milk

This time it took almost twenty minutes before the demonic plant decided Kitty had had enough. By the time the stimulator vine withdrew, Delilah wasn't sure if the poor girl could stand even if the vines did release her. The strategy seemed effective - she certainly wasn't capable of resisting whatever came next.

What came next turned out to be a long, hollow vine that descended from the dense canopy above Kitty. The vines around her throat tilted her head up to look at it. Incapable of even the faintest protest, Kitty opened her mouth obediently when the vine reached her lips. It dropped neatly inside and soon a shimmering fluid began to trickle through it.

Delilah pushed Mask's head out of her crotch and reached over for her journal. This wasn't the same honey-like nectar that coated the stimulator stalk earlier - it must be the lactation drug! Time for her to do her job.

As Kitty sucked meekly on the vine in her mouth, the plant rewarded her with tender caresses from the smaller tendrils and much more of the shimmering nectar. A soft, dancing heat began to build in her breasts, a gentler twin to the fire still raging between her legs. Her nipples, painfully hard already, began to tingle maddeningly, aching for touch.

Delilah was not surprised to see two more vines drop from the canopy above, these tipped with cups that were filled with more of the short, wriggling tendrils that had covered the stimulator vine. They slowly descended towards Kitty's heaving chest, nectar from the tendrils dripping down and spattering obscenely on her trembling breasts.

Kitty groaned around the vine in her mouth and her eyes fluttered as the cuplike vines settled in place. The tendrils moved in slow, coordinated waves, sending gentle overlapping ripples along the sides of her breasts while others pulled and squeezed her nipples. The warmth in her breasts grew and grew until she felt the heat and release of milk beginning to flow. It was exquisite - gentle and rhythmic where the stimulator vine had been harsh and unpredictable. She relaxed into the vines suspending her and closed her eyes in bliss as a soft blurry orgasm washed over her, sucking contentedly for more nectar.

Delilah's spell, prepared as soon as they had established camp, was finally ready to trigger. As she swept her rune-inscribed arms through the final motions of the invocation, the mana-rich milk began to magically redirect from deep within the plant into the extra canteen she'd brought with her. Delilah grinned triumphantly - it was working flawlessly! Of course it was.

"You're doing amazing, darling," she called out to Kitty. "The spell is working perfectly! Keep it up - I’m going to try to fill the whole canteen!"

Mask sulked. "This is way less fun. You think it'd interrupt the milking process if she 'resisted' some more?"

As Kitty's eyes widened in panic, Delilah objected. "I don't want to risk it - the milk is the whole reason we're here." Mask rolled her eyes but could hardly disagree. Bored, she stepped delicately across the carpet of vines under Kitty, getting dangerously close to the large flower. "I can still play with her, right?"

"That's a foolish idea, but it shouldn't hurt anything."

Mask grinned as she ran her hands along her helpless companion's suspended body, admiring the shimmer of sweat from her many exertions. Her pussy was still sopping wet and Mask could easily plunge her fingers inside, curling to pump the girl's g-spot just the way she knew Kitty liked it. Kitty bucked and spasmed as she came, still sucking diligently to receive her nectar as the plant drained milk from her breasts.

It wasn’t long before the canteen was full. As Kitty cooed and moaned, Delilah debated internally. This was going very smoothly, and the milk was extremely valuable. Perhaps they should risk a second canteen? Delilah looked up as Mask coaxed another squeal out of Kitty, smiling deviously as a new idea occurred to her. Maybe not just a second canteen…

"The canteen is full, Kitty! You did such a good job! In fact, I think we should try for another one! Will you be a good girl for us and keep going?" Kitty looked up blearily as another gentle orgasm rippled through her and nodded her head obediently. Mask’s wicked smile returned as she rewarded Kitty for her correct answer.

“Excellent,” said Delilah. “I just need to adjust the spell to redirect into a new container.” She dumped the remaining water out of her primary canteen, looking up at Mask and Kitty as she planned out her next moves.

Volunteer

Mask took a break from tormenting Kitty to look up at Delilah, enjoying the fluid motion of her partner’s arms as she casually re-wove the complex spell on the fly. Mask was quite impressed with the deft touch on the redirection magic - efficient and subtle in a way few other mages could match, and Delilah was doing it with a smile on her face.

Actually, it was more of a smirk. And those arm motions didn’t look the same as - wait a minute.

Delilah blew her a kiss. “Your turn!”

While adjusting the flow of milk to the new container, Delilah had decided to deliberately interrupt the portion of her spell that kept the Witchsuckle unaware of her tampering - just for a moment. Suddenly aware that it had been tricked, the enraged plant thrashed in all directions with the thick strangler vines, searching for the object of its wrath.

Mask reacted instinctively, dodging under the first vine with inhuman grace and cutting completely through the next two in a precise flurry of motion. Dozens more vines fell to her whirling daggers, but there were far too many more, and Delilah had timed the interruption perfectly. Soon enough one of the thicker vines seized her leg and Mask knew there was no escaping. At least she could try and repay the favor!

Bracing herself against the vines hauling her back towards the main body, she lunged forward with one final effort, her supernatural strength able to get her fingers just barely around Delilah’s ankle. The sorceress fell hard to the ground and Mask pounced on her. Delilah cursed and kicked back, but Mask’s grip was iron. Delilah wrestled furiously to try and break free, but she knew there was no chance of overpowering her partner in close combat.

“You idiot,” she fumed, as the plant dragged them both along the ground. “It’s going to restrain my arms! How are we going to swap containers? We’ll get fucked stupid and the milk will be wasted.”

Mask grinned back mockingly. “Worth it to see you taken down a peg, princess!”

As the vines lifted the squabbling pair into the air next to Kitty, Delilah and Mask found themselves still awkwardly tangled together. The smaller tendrils wove their way under the few clothes they were still wearing and tore them to shreds effortlessly. Stripped naked and suspended helplessly next to their orgasm-addled friend, the two glared at each other as the tendrils began their careful work. The cumulative effects of the aphrodisiac haze were starting to make each gentle stroke feel incredible.

Working to ignore the growing pleasure, Delilah resisted the urge to struggle and looked around. One of the vines suspending Mask was actually very close to her face... She stretched forward and bit down hard on it, coughing at the bitter herbal taste, and was pleased to hear Mask curse as the vines holding her began to punish her for the perceived resistance.

A second later, she felt the vines around her own throat tighten angrily. Mask had grabbed one of the vines holding Delilah and sank her fingernails deep into it. As the two traded escalations, the smaller tendrils continued their assault, teasing groans and moans out of them as they were injected with aphrodisiac by the nettles and then dragged through a ragged set of orgasms.

Delilah fought for breath, her vision beginning to fade as she saw two massive flowerbuds below them begin to open. With the last of her strength, she bit down as hard as she could on Mask’s vine.

Aftermath

Kitty slowly opened her eyes. It was now quite dark out. She felt like she had been floating on a cloud for weeks - there was nothing in her head but the taste of the nectar in her mouth and a sweet lingering warmth in her breasts from the milking. Thoughts spun through her mind, but trying to hold one in place for more than a moment was impossible. She sucked on the tube and was disappointed to find that it no longer rewarded her with nectar. Spitting it out, she took a deep breath of clear air - the sugary aroma was much weaker now. She shook her head and looked woozily around.

The canteen she was supposed to be filling had overflowed a long time ago, of course. The excess milk drained uselessly into the rich soil, each precious drop returning to the jungle. She was surprised she didn’t feel dehydrated - the plant’s nectar must have been sustaining her.

Her companions hung limply in the air in front of her. Kitty smiled at them affectionately. The two of them had stomped, scratched, bit, and otherwise menaced each other’s vines so thoroughly that it had been hours before the stimulators were removed from their thrashing bodies. Going two rounds with it had been bad enough - Kitty couldn’t imagine what dozens and dozens would do to her. The sight of the two women screaming in ecstasy over and over was seared indelibly into her memory. She could still feel the heat between her legs - the three of them would probably have extra-sensitive pussies for a few months. For all she knew, the prolonged exposure to the nectar and aphrodisiac had permanently increased her sensitivity. Again.

It looked like the milking phase had also concluded. Kitty had no idea how the transference spell worked, but it had continued to function perfectly throughout, siphoning milk from the plant as it had pumped the three women for sustenance. Kitty and Mask had been drained fairly quickly, but Delilah had a shockingly large reserve of mana and had gotten it much worse than the other two as a result. Kitty suspected it would be a while before she stopped producing breast milk, and her already-generous bust was at least a cup size larger.

After spending so much time feeding them nutrients and being denied milk in return, the Witchsuckle had fallen dormant and was probably close to death. Kitty wasn’t sorry - if the spell had failed and the plant had been able to drain them properly, they’d be the ones on death’s door.

Instead, as things stood, they were just naked, completely exhausted, drained of mana, wildly aroused, and a week’s journey deep into a jungle filled with lustful demons. No problem at all - she couldn’t think of two people she’d rather explore it with.

(Story also available here)

It was a parody of Peak (the game) involving the author’s catgirl or foxgirl OC. The tentacles were a plant she found somewhere up on the mountain and there was a part two where she went back heavily pregnant. The girl notably had heart shaped areolae. I have no idea where it or the artist went and it’s gonna be on my mind until I find it. Thank you!

Artist: @yeougui.bsky.social

All wrapped up

I wrote a script for a Metroid-themed consentacle audio if anyone is interested in reading.

Tagged enby as that's how the main subject identifies

fuck yeah to having a boyfriend that can conjure tentacles

(original art)

Treating it as a subgenre of regular tentai, what made it stick out to you? What do you love about it?

Text on there if it's not as clear: "this activity is safe for directly after hysterectomy as there's no penetratio. :)"

Note: I am not a doctor, trust what your doctor/surgeon says for sexual activity post-op

First time posting here so i hope this isnt too bad or too confusing with my lines