Insemination

[SIERRA-116]

Probably one of my darker fics, all things considered, but I like to think after a mamono gets a man, their monstrous urges tone down just a bit so their former personalities can shine through and let them live a happy life with their husbands.

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Maya slumped against the wall of her inn room. She was a pretty thing, if a little freckled on her face. Her eyes were a deep blue, and her red-brown hair, messy as it was, touched her shoulders. Her skin was tanned from many hours spent working under the sun, to the point its tone was almost olive, but her skin was smooth and soft. Her bosom was plump, and attracted the gaze of many a man, as embarrassing as it was to her. She was tall for her age, only nineteen winters and she reached six feet. The clothing she wore was simple: a grey-white tunic that did not do much to conceal her cleavage, only accentuated by the simple white cotton bra she wore, charcoal flax long pants and brown boatman's shoes. She let out a weary sigh, and swept her hands over her face and hair.
"So many strawberries..." she murmured. Maya, like many other women in the region, worked in the berry fields, picking the fruit from the plant, sorting them as they worked, the good from the bad. It was tiring work, and Maya resented it at times. It did have some perks though; her foreman, a friend of her uncle's, paid for a room at the local inn, so she always had a decent place to live, if a little small. But today was a particularly bad day; the heat from the recent heatwave had damaged or burnt off the majority of the crop, and that made the plantation supervisor cantankerous and he took it out on the foremen in his employ. In turn, the foremen, even Maya's, a generally well-mannered man, took it out on the workers in the form of yelling, scolding and general bitter attitudes. Maya was on the receiving end of an especially surly episode of verbal abuse from her foreman after she stumbled and squashed an entire basket of good strawberries. He apologised afterwards, but it was all Maya could do to keep from bawling.
"I'll never get a man like this," she muttered. She felt a hot flush wash over her body, and she blushed. She so desperately desired a man for this very reason. She murmured as her arousal intensified, and she slipped off her pants and tunic, unceremoniously dumped them on her bed, and with one hand, she grasped one of her breasts. She sighed lewdly. Her other hand drifted down to her nethers, slipping under the fabric wrapped around her hips and crotch that acted as underpants, and rubbed her puffy slit. Maya squeezed her breast, and began fondling and groping it, kneading the lobe and twisting it around in circles. She moaned softly, sweat beading on her forehead. Her fingers slid up and down her now moist slit, getting faster in tune with the groping of her breast. Her nipples appeared erect beneath the fabric of her bra, and with her thumb and finger, she pinched her nub firmly, rolling it between her digits roughly. She let out another, more intense moan, before moving her fingers, stroking up and down her slit, and then plunging two of them deep within her. She gasped, before biting her lower lip to keep herself from crying out as she thrust her fingers deep within her, unable to hold back now. She kept going, until eventually, a muffled cry escaped her mouth, shuddering in orgasm, squirting her juices through her underpants, and dripped them all over the wooden floor. As she calmed down, she panted softly. Maya worked up the strength to grasp a damp cloth, and wiped up her juices before they were too thoroughly soaked through the wood. She didn't bother to re-don her clothes as she slipped off her soiled underpants, and slid into her bed, breathing slowing as she drifted off into an afternoon sleep.

The next day, Maya was once more labouring away in the fields, though fortunately today was one of relief, for a cool change had swept through the region, bringing soft, cool breezes. It made the work that much more tolerable, and with the heatwave seemingly over – for now – the workers were able to quickly pick and sort what good strawberries remained from the crop that was ruined. Work moved swiftly, though Maya was aware of a slight spectre cast over the group of workers she was attached to; they gossiped about monster activity, of girls from a neighbouring grape plantation and winery disappearing, and of Vivian.
Vivian. She was a worker who’d vanished not three days before, and it had set the female labourers at the plantation on edge. Combined with the recent heatwave and the abuse they took from their foremen and the rumours of monsters and disappearances, it all meant that even an abating of the scorching temperatures was not without a dampened mood. Vivian was also one of Maya’s friends. Not a close friend, but they chatted together as the worked, and she was deeply regretful at her disappearance. For some reason though, Maya was certain Vivian wasn’t dead. With gossip of recent monster sightings, the other possibility disturbed her.

At her foremen’s behest, Maya begrudgingly agreed to stay behind at night to pick more berries. She didn’t like it, mostly since she was to be the only one present, but once every full moon, and two or three days before and after, a worker at random, man or woman, would be assigned to night duty. With the light of the near-full and complete moon, it was possible to work, though it was not possible to field every worker at once. This time, it was Maya’s turn.
It wasn’t all bad; the nights in this region were always cool, the full moon bright, and the pay doubled, so there was incentive to work these nights. Nevertheless, it was difficult to visually discern between ripe, good strawberries and ruined fruit in the pale white illumination of the moon; it cast everything in a blue-grey hue, making it difficult to differentiate colours, and the shadows were much, much darker and sharper.
It also made Maya feel vulnerable; even if they’d never had a disappearance or attack happen to any night worker before, being alone in the middle of a field in the dead of night was uncomfortable. Assurances or not, a young woman all alone after nightfall in a remote location was tempting prey to hungry night predators, violent letches or worst of all, monsters and the fabled incubi.
She shuddered at the thought, rolling a strawberry between her fingers to feel if it was acceptable, having to rely mostly on her sense of touch.
A bush rustled close by.
Maya froze, hearing the disturbance. She then whipped around to the source of the noise, brandishing a thick, wooden baton.
“Who’s there?”
No response. That did not ease Maya’s alarm; it was not the wind that made such a noise. The breeze was gentle and cool, and the woman felt no gust. Her knuckles whitened from her tightening grip around the haft of her cudgel, little more than a one-and-a-half foot long length of carved oak. Its effectiveness, however, was not lost on anyone who’d broken the jaws of assailants with such a simple tool.
When in doubt, go for the skull, Maya thought to herself. Her paled knuckles appeared ghostly in the pallid moonlight, her thumb anxious running up and down the wood of the baton.
There was another rustle, this time from behind. Maya turned to face the sound. At first, she saw nothing… and then, from out of the inky darkness, strolled forth a woman. Maya froze.
“Vivian?” she questioned with incredulity; the woman was no doubt Vivian, her clothes tattered, but preserving her modesty and herself looking unharmed. She was half a foot shorter than Maya, with shorter black hair, breasts also smaller than Maya’s own, her skin paler than most for a fieldworker, smooth and sporting only a few blemishes, her thin lips as Maya remembered them, always curved into a friendly smile, and her eyes were ever those brilliant sparkling sapphire gems.
Maya had begun to loosen her tension, a smile forming upon her lips, but stiffened once more when her gaze caught Vivian’s lips and eyes.
Something’s not right , she thought with a knotting, chilled gut; Vivian’s eyes glinted in the pale light, revealing their brilliant blue colour, but they glinted in akin to light reflecting off a cat’s eyes. And her smile… it was friendly, but… she couldn’t place way, but it seemed wicked. Maya looked to Vivian’s eyes once more, seeing them wider than usual, their almost glowing irises burning with a maniacal light. All in all, it gave Vivian an air of mild, constrained insanity, and that unsettled the taller woman, once more tightening her grip upon her stick.
She took a step backwards.
“Oh, Maya, are we not friends~? Please do shy from me, it hurts me~” she said, chuckling with an atypical deviousness and lust. It was unnerving to Maya, hearing her friend speak in a manner that was absolutely out of character. Maya looked to her friend, it seemingly like her legs were hazy and wet, with shadows clinging to her, waving around behind her back.
Vivian took a step forward… followed by a deep pink tendril, slick and dripping with mucous as it hovered over the girl’s shoulder.
Maya blanched, running her eyes over Vivian yet again, and realising, with horror, that they weren’t shadows floating behind Vivian; they were tentacles. Even Vivian’s legs now seemed almost semi-fluid, slimy and dripping with mucous, at times melding together as though they were gelatinous trunks simply shaped into legs, though they carried Vivian without issue.
Maya took another step backwards, raising her cudgel in a defensive posture before her face.
“S-stay back!” she growled fearfully, shakily holding her stick. Vivian’s hand went to her heart in a gesture of feigned hurt.
“Oh Maya, why are you so cruel?” she said unconvincingly, a touch of almost primal urge creeping into her tone. “You would deny me the chance to reunite with my dearest friend~?”
“I said stay back!” Maya warned with an almost animalistic fierceness. “You… y-you’re not Vivian! Not anymore!” Vivan’s hand moved from her chest to her mouth in feigned shock.
“How cruel!” She said with seductive surprise. None of it sounded genuine but for the seductive tone. Maya had a slowly forming suspicion of what was to happen if she didn’t leave now. “After all those times I helped you after the foreman yelled at you? I thought we were closer than that, and you would just cast me aside like so much chaff after a wheat harvest?” Her smile grew even more maniacal and lustful, her tongue sliding across her lips as a tentacle drooped before her shoulder, her hands reaching to it to affectionately caress it. “I suppose I’ll just have to ‘reignite’ our friendship~”
At that, Maya screamed, and turned to flee. She moved no further than several metres before feeling something slick and fleshy and surprisingly strong snake around her left ankle, pulling her feet out from beneath her. She threw her arms forward to stop her body from hitting the ground, cushioning her fall harmlessly, but her body nevertheless fell upon the dirt between the rows of strawberry bushes. She felt another tentacle wrap around her other leg, coiling up to her calf, the one upon her left doing the same. Maya groped for her baton, but her fall had made it fall from her hands, and it was now just inches from her fingers, out of her reach. She screamed as she was slowly dragged across the ground, feeling more of the tendrils press and wiggle against her body, wrapping around her torso, invasively slipping beneath her clothing, and slithering across her bare skin, wet and tingly. She thrashed and struggled, but the tentacles were far stronger than they appeared. A devious giggle sounded from Vivian as the tentacles slipped and wormed around Maya’s struggling body. The girl continued to scream, hoping someone might hear her, but her chances were slim. Tears began streaming down her face, the sensation of the slimy tendrils slithering against her bare skin violating, especially as she was suddenly held aloft in the air, restrained by her arms and around her waist, which twitched from the cool, moist contact of the fleshy tendril. A tentacle slipped beneath Maya’s clothes, and suddenly wrenched upwards, tearing her shirt from her body and leaving her fully naked and at the mercy of the tentacled monster that had ensnared her. A sharp gasp left Maya’s lips upon feeling two tentacles wrap around her breasts, squeezing and kneading the lobs of supple flesh with gentle constrictions. Maya thrashed in resistance, but the binding tentacles and her suspension made her attempts futile.
Vivian began to walk up alongside Maya, the taller woman fixing the monster-turned woman with a gaze equal parts glare and pleading. Maya gasped yet again as Vivian pressed her hand to Maya’s hips, sliding her fingers and palm up her body in a long, sensual caress.
“Mmm, you’re even more beautiful then I remember~” she purred, those eyes seemingly lit from behind now that Maya was able to see her up close, whether she wanted to or not.
“M-Monster!” Maya growled. Vivian paid no heed, her hand traipsing up Maya’s flesh, the touch of her finger tips tantalising and electric in their technique, before they gently grasped one of Maya’s breasts. The taller woman let out a sigh, struggling in her restraints.
“Mmm, I was always jealous of these breasts… I have nice sized ones myself, but to be barred from feeling them then… now, to do so is heavenly~” she explained, before leaning down and clasping her lips around the closest cap, sealing upon Maya’s peach pink areola, whilst her seemingly inhumanly long tongue began to lather the areola and erect nipple in tingly, abnormally thick, sticky and slimy saliva. Maya groaned in despair at such a shameful way of being treated. Vivian began to suck, at first gently, licking the teat and the areola with her tongue, before the supple flesh began stretching as the tentacled monster woman increased the suction, pulling the cap of her breast into her maw, her jaw working away as though gently chewing, her eyes closed and a heavy blush upon her cheeks. Her teeth softly pinched the nipple, and she began rolling the nub between her jaws, shifting her lower mandible from side to side. Eventually, Vivian let go with a wet pop, her lips covered in her own saliva, her luminous eyes open and staring into Maya’s, a lustful delight upon her face.
“You taste amazing~” she crooned, licking her lips. Maya could only look away in disgust and shame, trying to ignore the constant groping and probing of the violating tentacles. The human was then forced to look into Vivian’s eyes as the monster grasped her chin with a sensuous but firm grip of her dainty fingers. “How you must taste here must be wonderful too~”
Maya attempted to break Vivian’s grip, but with even just her fingers, the girl was stronger than she looked, most likely due to her transformation. Vivian leaned down, her eyes narrowing, Maya resisting to the end, but even then, her eyes widened when their lips met. She thrashed, but a tentacle wrapped around the top of her head, holding her in place so Vivian could freely invade her maw. The monster’s inhumanly long tongue slithered and coiled around Maya’s, the human girl letting out muffled whines of protest. She tried to shake her head, to no avail. Maya considered biting on Vivian’s tongue, but the monster woman seemed to have considered that, and let a hand drift down to rub at her puffy mound, which – to Maya’s shame and despair – had grown wet and excited. Vivian also used her tentacles to continuously grope Maya’s body, her free hand caressing the back of Maya’s skull during their kiss. All the stimulation meant Maya found it near impossible to clench her jaw. Not to add Vivian’s saliva was starting to have an effect on her; she felt hot and tingly, mostly around her lips, her crotch and her breasts, the latter of which began to gently ache with an internal pressure. She winced, helpless as the violating kiss continued, the slimy tongue invading her mouth coiling around her own and stroking it erotically.
After an inordinate amount of time, Vivian withdrew her lips and tongue, letting Maya gasp sharply. Tears made rivulets down her cheeks, and she let out meek whimpers. Vivian noticed, but only made a perversely reassuring coo.
“It is alright~” she purred. “It may feel horrible and disgusting now, but you only need to give in to your pleasure, and your world will be opened to delights unfathomable as a human~”
Maya ignored her, but was forced to gasp again as her breasts were squeezed by tentacles. Looking down, Maya exclaimed with shock as she saw dribbles of white leaking from her erect, burning teats. Vivian looked at her with a lustful, maniacal expression.
“Yes, Maya~!” she uttered with glee. “My fluids will stimulate your body in the most wonderful ways~ Now I get to partake in your milk as well… this is so wonderful, no~?”
“N-No! Get away from them, don’t suc—ahhhh!” she moaned, much to her dismay, as Vivian leaned down once more to suckle upon the dribbling teat. Her suction was intense, much like before, only now, Maya could feel the sensation of her milk passing through her nipples in a strong, steady, pulsing stream, the flow spiking with each pull of Vivian’s greedy maw, further stimulated and coaxed by the monster woman’s undulating lips, gentle ‘chewing’ motions and the flicking and lapping of her tongue. Maya could only gasp in pleasure she was shocked and ashamed to be feeling.
Why does it feel so good? she asked herself. It was impossible to comprehend that she was feeling good being raped. Was this the fabled power of the mamono, as the monsters are properly called?
With a pop, Vivian let go of Maya’s breasts, her lips and chin stained white with Maya’s nectar. She smiled lustfully, lapping the residue with relish until her face was cleaned, before doing the same with darting motions of her tongue, making Maya wince and pant. With that done, Vivian slinked down and slipped between the human’s legs; Maya began to thrash again, knowing what the monster woman was planning.
“No!” she snapped in terror. “Not there!”
“Oh, but Maya, I know you long for a man to please you here, and I know how you please yourself day after day… now it is my turn to please my dearest friend~” she explained, her words affectionate in a lustful, perverse way. Maya continued to struggle, but the tentacles held her firmly, even as Vivian’s hands slipped up the outside of her thighs and gently sank her fingers into Maya’s rump, securing herself, before steeling forward and drawing her tongue slowly up from the base of her slit, through the cleft of her labia, and flicking her tongue off Maya’s clit at the top.
“Ahh!” Maya gasped. “Stop it! Please!”
Vivian ignored her, all too lick and suck upon Maya’s clean-shaven slit. It made her quiver and shake, drool trickling down the corner of her mouth. She could feel Vivian’s tentacular tongue roll and curl against her womanhood, before parting the folds and slipping inside, roiling around within her canal. Maya continued to thrash in her tentacle restraints, until Vivian pulled away.
“You taste delicious~!” she praised with a shrill. Her expression then turned wicked. “But now the true wonder begins~”
And with that comment, Maya’s eyes widened as several tentacles hovered into view; they were different from the rest, the tips bulbous, long and ridged and lined with nubs, with narrow slits at their very tips. Horror chilled Maya, and she struggled with even greater ferocity as understanding dawned upon her.
“No, please, I beg you, don’t!” she pleaded, sobbing and whimpering.
“Oh, I really wish I didn’t have to hear your cries… they pain me to hear them when I mean you no ill… I shall have to change that~”
One of the phallic tentacles slithered through the air towards Maya’s lips, and the human clenched her jaws tight, even with the squeezing of her breasts and the licking and fingering of her womanhood; she refused to grant this grotesque tendril entry. It pressed to her lips gently at first, but grew more insistent in its attempts to prise her mouth open. She shook her head, her teeth and gums beginning to ache with the force she was holding her jaw shut with. Maya heard Vivian sigh in mild exasperation.
“Oh, you really are too stubborn,” she uttered. A moment after, Maya felt one of the other tentacles press to her anus, rubbing and squirming against her pucker hole, slickening it with its mucous. She winced and squirmed, but held her ground, until – with a modicum of relief – she felt it pull away.
Then her rear was impaled in a single, swift, painful thrust, the slimy appendage easily sliding up her tight, untouched anus. She let out a strangled gasp, her eyes widened as far as humanly possible, her pupils near pinpricks from shock… and that gasp was all the tentacle seeking entrance to her mouth needed, seizing the opportunity and plunging into her maw. She writhed and thrashed, trying to escape her bonds, trying to bite down on the tentacle plugging her mouth, which began to piston back and forth between her lips. She felt its ridged, nubbed exterior slide across her tongue. The limits of its thrusts put it partway down the back of her throat; she felt like gagging, but it oozed thick, surprisingly sweet secretions that coated her inner cheeks and every other surface within her maw, and trickled down her gullet, somehow overriding her gag reflex and provided some means of keeping her lungs supplied with ever necessary breath.
So too did the tentacle in her rear began to slickly pump within her anal passage, the thick tendril stretching her walls and lubricating them with its secretions; it numbed the pain, now entirely subsided, but it did not stop the dreadful shame Maya felt both from the pleasure it began to impart and the fact that such a dirty place was her first true penetration; the initial shock of the intrusion practically leached away her strength, her muscles seizing up and losing much of their will to resist.
“Do you not see now~?” she heard Vivian purr, even over the erotic squelching the tentacle violating her mouth made. “See how good it is to have your body pleased in every way possible~?” The tentacled woman had moved to apply loving licks and kisses to Maya’s inner thighs, giggling lustfully. “It will only get better~”
Maya managed to tilt her head upwards slightly, allowing a view of her entwined breasts despite the tentacle thrusting into her mouth exerting and opposite force that pushed her back; she saw two tentacles hovering over her milky teats, leaking and dribbling. These new tendrils were different yet again, four grooves running from the base of a small bulb to its tip, like an opened flower… and then the ‘petals’ opened up, strands of mucous sagging from the open orifice, the insides of the flaps lined with countless purple villi, just barely quivering to Maya’s panicked eyes. They then dropped down and latched onto her nipples with voracious hunger, the villi-lined interior of the flaps tickling and stimulating her areolae with an intensity even Vivian’s mouth had not achieved. A muffled cry left Maya’s tentacle-filled mouth as the vacuum pulled upon her nipples; the tendrils undulated and pulsed, heaving like a worm drawing fluids from its prey. She could feel her milk draining from her teats with pleasurable intensity, and she could see lumps form in the tentacles, travelling upwards and away through the tubular appendages, disappearing into Vivian’s body. She groaned and cried in pleasure and dismay, the thorough stimulation of every part of her body – especially as Vivian moved out from between the human’s legs to lick and caress and kiss whatever part of Maya’s body the monster so pleased, alongside several other tentacles rubbing her body in most pleasing manners – proving too much for her senses… and then, looking downwards, Maya saw the final lumpy tentacle move in between her thighs, pressing to her labia, and easily slipping in between her folds and stretching her entrance. She moaned loudly, her resistance fading.
I don’t want this, I don’t want this, I don’t want this… she repeated over and over in her mind. But why must it please me so?!
She moaned again as the tentacle in her womanhood thrust with slow but powerful movements, causing her body to jerk ever so slightly as it pushed forward, the tip kissing her cervix each time it did so. One of the milking tentacles briefly released a nipple to allow Vivian delightful access to her milk, the monster woman’s lips clasping once more around a milky teat and suckling with hungry delight, before letting go to ravish Maya’s navel, the tentacle reattaching without delay.
Maya was continually violated by the trio of tentacles, the suckling tendrils upon her breasts, and Vivian’s roaming lips and mouth. Suddenly, the tentacles thrust as deep as possible into their respective holes, and with a shudder that ran up through Vivian – who moaned most erotically – and through the tentacles, which suddenly burst forth floods of sticky, goopy fluid; it caused Maya’s body to buck and jerk; milky white seed dribbled out past her lips and lower holes, but the three appendages soon returned to their previous motions, causing Maya to moan. Her breasts had since run out of milk, but they were nevertheless continuously suckled, her nerves upon the caps of her breasts arcing with pleasure.
“Ooooah~” Vivian purred in the afterglow, licking her fingers. “That was most blissful… the life of a mamono is truly that of euphoria~!”
Maya let out a sob, but was forced to look into Vivian’s eyes – even as she was forcibly fellating a tentacle – and watched as her former human friend shuddered in excitement.
“And now, you too, shall feel the bliss of mamonohood~”
Even if Maya had come to expect what was to follow, it still caused horror to well up in her core, igniting previously unknown reserves of energy and a will to resist, as futile as it was, struggling and squirming in defiance. She sobbed and gasped, but it was all she could do.
The tentacle in her sex slowed to a stop… and then, it began pushing forward, all whilst the others continued their stimulations, and Maya cried out in dismay – Vivian in euphoric delight – as she felt her cervix slowly stretch, until the tentacle lunged forward as the resistance the entrance to her uterus provided gave way. It wormed and wiggled in her womb, and she writhed in response. Vivian slinked over to Maya’s side, helping her tilt her head forward so she may see the tentacle buried deep in her flower.
“And now, for the most glorious part~” Vivian commented with anticipation.
Maya could only watch helplessly as a bulge came into view upon the tentacle, which had curled around beneath her body, attached to Vivian; the bulge rounded the bend of its curve as it came to the length plunged into Maya’s womanhood, followed by another a foot behind it. Maya struggled in resistance, trying to delay the horrifying inevitable, only spurred on when she felt the lump press upon her expanded labia; they gave little resistance as the object inside the tubular tentacle slid past, the bulge further stretching her innards in a most pleasurable manner. Her body bucked as it passed her entrance, and then once more as it pushed through her cervix with slightly greater effort, until she felt it plop upon the wall of her womb. She sobbed in despair and shameful pleasure.
Another followed the second, and Maya was sure there would be more. Vivian wrapped seductive fingers around Maya’s cheek and chin.
“You see, my dear Maya, that these eggs are of me; they are my gift to you, the parasites within not seeking to control you mindlessly, but open your world to sensations once unknowable… they are my love for you, and my love for humans~ Take them, and rejoice as your body is remade in the image of who you once were, and revel in the improvements upon that image that a mamono’s body imparts… and revel in the pleasure it brings~ This, I do, for you my dear Maya, for I love you~”
And with each subsequent egg the tentacle injected into her body, Maya bucked, first when one passed her nether folds, and again when it pushed through her cervix and nestled in her womb. Several times she orgasmed, all whilst her breasts, anus and mouth were stimulated. Maya wasn’t certain how much time had passed, as her mind had drifted into a pleasured haze, her eyes glazed over and teary. After a while, she felt the ovipositing tentacle withdraw from her sex, followed shortly by the one in her anus, and then the one in her mouth, and eventually, her breasts were released. She panted softly as she was set down upon the ground, her belly bulging slightly as a dozen or so eggs and nutrient semen consolidated in her womb.
I… I… can’t… can’t believe I’ve been impregnated… by a monster… I am going to become… that? Maya thought.
A quiet sob left her lips as Vivian settled beside her.
“Please do not cry, my dear Maya… you will know bliss soon enough~ Once you find a man to claim, you can stop running… you can live your live in pleasure and love~” she explained, caressing her body and groping Maya’s breasts.
That sounds… appealing somehow, Maya thought, looking up to Vivian with strain. The monster woman smiled lovingly, before grasping Maya’s chin and guiding their lips together in a sensuous, deep kiss that lulled her into a deep sleep, the last thought the soon-to-be-turned human had being off lust and love.

Several days later, the quiet of a cool forest copse was broken by a loud, long moan. Propped against a tree, Maya was helpless as the tentacles that had sprouted from her now semi-gelatinous lower body and back began to assault her, not yet in her control. They invaded her lower holes, and her moans were muffled as one slipped between her lips, two more grasping and suckling upon her breasts, a final binding her wrists together, her arms held above her head to the bark of the tree. Across from her, Maya watched with a mixture of confusion and arousal as Vivian – seemingly much more in control of her tentacles, or unbothered by whatever the tentacles did with their own minds – was similarly assaulted and pleased, though her moans were far more lustful, and she was not restrained, one hand groping her own breasts as they were suckled, her other vigorously rubbing her clit.
Several times, the two ropers orgasmed as they pleased themselves. They had been put into such a state ever since Vivian told Maya they would soon be seeking men to claim, and the thought had both cast such arousal upon them, they needed to pleasure themselves in anticipation. Though, with Maya being so freshly turned, she herself was confused; the stimulation and violation she received from her own tentacles was, in the deepest part of her mind, unwanted, and made her body resist ever so slightly.
Yet the pleasure was now undeniable, and the thought of taking a man against his will and filling her aching, longing womb with his seed… aroused her to no end.
Slowly, Maya was giving herself in to the lewd, carnal inclinations of the mamono… and she was eagerly awaiting the moment she could wrap a man in her tentacles and bring him to her.
Mmmm… I think my foreman deserves repayment for the kindness he showed me… and punishment for yelling at me~
And with that thought, she orgasmed again.