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Sam didn't know that this would work, then again she didn't know that it wouldn't. The blonde witch looked at the white chalk circle that she had drawn on the floor, with the symbols and runes that she triple checked were the right ones for this spell. The spell itself was complex, requiring a great deal of magical energy and precision.
She took a deep breath, looking at the large circle, "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," She chanted softly, her fingers tracing the intricate designs on the floor. The markings lit up in a brilliant white light as she finished, the runes glowing blue underneath the illumination. a glowing crack formed in the ground at the centre, revealing a dark void beneath. her eyes widened at the sight, okay, this wasn't a messenger spell.
A bright red tentacle slithered out of the crack before she could react, followed by another and another. Each tentacle was thicker than her arm, covered in suction cups and glowing with an eerie light. They twisted around each other, forming a writhing mass of crimson flesh. "Oh, boy..." Sam muttered as she watched the otherworldly creature slowly emerge from the ground. Titans, this was how she was going to die, a sad lonely virgin witch who got eaten by giant tentacled monster, because no one warned her about the dangers of summoning creatures from other realms.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a low, guttural growl from the creature. one of it's tentacles reached forward, curling around her thigh gently. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the warmth of the tentacle against her skin. it was soft, so very soft, it felt almost like silk against her skin. Another tentacle slithered up from her waist to her chest, coiling around one of her breast.She should have been afraid but really it just made a wetness between her legs that she really didn't expect, that she wanted to feel more of.
the creature squeezed her breast a little harder, a needy whimper slipping past her lips as her shirt rips from another tentacle pulling it off of her. the cold air hits her bare skin, causing her nipples to harden into tight buds. She gasps as the tentacle wraps around both of her breasts, squeezing them together as if they were one giant breast. Its suction cups leave red marks on her sensitive skin, but she doesn't mind, she wants more, so much more. she arched her back, letting the tentacles latch on to her breasts, having their cups sucking on her nipples, "Mmm…,please,don't stop." she whispered breathlessly, the sound coming out as a moan. The creature ignored her pleas, continuing to suckle her breasts greedily.
She couldn't help the moans that slipped from her lips, or how she squirmed and writhed beneath it's grasp. The tentacle that had been her thigh since the start, slide up under her skirt, pressing the tip against her clothed pussy.
"Mmmm..." she whined, her hips lifting, grinding against the tentacle. the friction of her panties fabric against the hard, wet tip only served to make her ache for more, making her wish her panties were gone. "Please, please…" she pleaded again, a needy sob falling from her mouth as she continued to grind herself against the tentacle. "I'll be good, I promise, oh please…" she begged desperately, tugging on the tentacles. The creature didn't reply, just kept rubbing itself against her soaking underwear. The tentacled creature let out a low, throaty chuckle as it continued to play with her.
then suddenly it pushed her backwards onto the floor, landing on her hands and knees. another tentacle propped her up on her thighs, pushing her legs apart and spreading her slightly. it's thick tentacle pressed against her clothed mound, making her gasp out loud. "Oh god, please," Sam begged as she felt the tentacle pushing against her, rubbing against her sensitive folds. She could feel her wetness soaking through her panties, a hot, needy ache throbbing between her legs. The creature didn't respond, just kept rubbing itself against her soaking underwear. She could feel the need building inside of her, begging to be released. "Mmm, please…" she whimpered, her fingers curling into the ground beneath her.
The tentacled creature seemed to enjoy her pleasurable moans and whimpers. It continued to tease her, rubbing its tentacle against her soaking wet panties. The soft, wet friction only made Sam ache for more. Her pussy clenched and unclenched in time with it's movements, her juices dripping down her leg onto the ground beneath her. She bit her lower lip, the teasing was becoming too much, like she would cum just from this alone. "Please, please," she whimpered, arching her back helplessly. "I need you." The words tumbled out of her mouth in a desperate rush. the tentacle halted its movement, making Sam nearly sob from the loss of contact.
Then the creature spoke, it's voice low and guttural, but understandable. "You belong to me now." The tentacle slid down her panties, tearing them away with ease, revealing her soaking wet pussy to the cool air. "Now, feel my touch." it began to play with her clit, swirling its tentacle around it. She gasped, arching her back, her hips rising off the ground slightly. The touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Oh gods, yes." the blunt tip of the tentacle pressed against her entrance, spreading her soaked folds apart, making her whimper out in pleasure."Mmmm," she moaned, gripping the carpet beneath her nails.
"Please, fuck me," she begged, her voice shaking with need. The tentacled creature chuckled low in its throat, the sound sending shivers down Sam's spine "What a good little witch, aren't you?" it teased, the tip of its tentacle moving back towards her clit once more. Sam couldn't help the mewling moan that escaped her lips, her legs were shaking, her pussy juices dripping onto the floor beneath her. the creature's tentacle was working on her clit like a master, twisting and rolling its tip around the nub, stroking it.
"I'll have you squirt first, make your sweet cunt ready for me," it purred in a low voice, its hot breath brushing against her ear. Sam whimpered again, her pussy tightening, pulsating with the thought of squirting her own juice onto the carpeted floor below her.
"you'd like this, don't you." it cooed, rubbing its tentacle against her clit faster, harder "being fucked like a good slutty little witch." Sam could only nod eagerly, her hips bucking up in rhythm. She could feel it building up inside of her, a hot, throbbing ache that threatened to spill over. The creature's tentacle swirled around her clit faster, harder, rubbing it just right, pushing her right to the edge. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna-," Sam began to moan, her body tensing up. Her voice cut off as her orgasm ripped through her, making her gasp and shudder violently against the cold floor, her juices spraying out like a fountain. The creature's tentacle paused, then slowly moved up to rub against her sensitive inner walls, collecting her sweet nectar. "There, there, my little witch," it cooed, its voice comforting. "Let it out."
Sam whimpered, panting heavily against the carpeted floor. The creature chuckled again, its hot breath tickling her ear. "You're such a messy little witch," it purred, the tentacle withdrawing from her overstimulated clit. Sam smiled weakly, her legs still trembling "Well, I won't be when you stuff me with your cum," she smirked coyly "Breeding my cunt, filling me up with your seed."
The tentacled creature chuckled low in its throat, its hot breath ghosting against her ear once more. "is that what you want?" it asked slyly, as it rubbed a tenactle against her wet entrance, still throbbing from her orgasm, "me being the first to fuck you, the first cock to fill this tight little cunt of yours?"
Sam bit her lip, nodding eagerly "Yes," She was ready, more than ready for it. The creature smiled, its tentacles coiling and uncoiling around her "Well then, little witch," it purred, "get ready for the ride of your life." With that, the creature's tentacle slowly entered her. a hot, burning ache of discomfort and slight pain washing over her. "look at you, taking it so nicely, so well," it cooed, as it paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the intrusion. it was bigger than she had thought, bigger than any toy she'd had before. yet it fitted inside her snugly, stretching her tight walls apart as it entered deeper.
She gasped as it slid further in, the pain still there but quickly fading away, replaced by a warmth that spread through her body. It filled her up, stretching her to the limits, making her pussy squeeze tightly around it. "Fuck." Sam breathed out, biting her lip, she couldn't believe this was actually happening to her. "Is this good, little witch?" the creature purred, its tentacle twitching inside her. "Do you like the way I stretch your tight little cunt?"
Sam groaned, nodding eagerly, her hips bucking up of their own accord. it was a delicious feeling, something she'd never experienced before. She whimpered, her pussy gripping the tentacle tightly, milking the very life out of it as the beast took it's time, allowing her to adjust to its size. The tentacled creature chuckled low in its throat, its hot breath tickling her ear. "That's my good little witch," it purred, squeezing her ass gently.
then it grabbed her hips, faster then Sam could process, slammed into her, till she was seated on its thick, tentacled cock. She cried out in surprise as she was slammed against it, her pussy clenching around it hungrily. "oh goddess, yes!" she screamed, her body pulsating with pleasure as she was filled to the brim.
The tentacled creature laughed, its hot breath brushing against her ear. "You like that, don't you?" it purred, beginning to rock back and forth, thrusting in and out of her, making her moan louder. She cried out as it slammed into her, the sensation of being stretched and filled was overwhelming. "riding my cock like good girl." Sam moaned loudly as the creature thrust into her, her body trembling with pleasure. The tentacle was so thick and hard, stretching her tight walls deliciously. She could feel every ridge and vein as it slid in and out of her, hitting her deepest spots.
"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" she begged, her hips bucking to meet its thrusts. her fingernails raking down the tentacle's rubbery surface, leaving faint white lines in her wake. it was overwhelming in a way she'd never felt before. Her breasts were bouncing in rhythm with the tentacle's movements, the movement of her nipples causing her clit to pulse between her legs. The creature growled, its tentacle slamming into her harder, faster. "That's it, take it all, my little witch," it panted, its voice husky with lust. "come for me, let go for me."
Sam sobbed in pleasure, her hands clutching desperately at the carpet, the fabric digging painfully into the pads of her fingers. Her breathing grew heavy, each breath coming in short, shallow gasps "I-I think I'm g-gonna c-come." she whimpered, the word barely audible above her labored breathing. The creature chuckled darkly, its tentacle thrusting into her faster, harder, more insistently. "Come for me, little witch," it growled, its voice rough with need. "Squirt all over my cock, mark me as yours." Sam nodded, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm approaching. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around the thick tentacle, milking it hungrily as it continued to pound into her.
"Ahhh god! Oh gods... please..." she whimpered desperately, She could feel the pressure that had been building inside her stomach, snapping like an overstretched rubber band. She threw her head back and screamed with tears of pleasure falling down her cheeks "fuck!" she shrieked, her pussy pulsating as another wave of pleasure washed over her. It was over too soon though, the tentacle stopped moving, leaving her panting and spent on the carpet.
Gods, Sam knew that she definitely was not going to be able to sit in her chair. and that she would be using this spell a lot more often.