Chapter Eight

Arousal and scientific curiosity got the better of any ebbing traces of fear and sense of loyalty to her species. What she had just felt had been extraordinary. She had to know what the next step felt like. Her entire body craved it. Her mind craved it. Odorin was right; she had to know. Whatever misgivings she had had, just moments earlier, disappeared into the chamber mist.

She nodded at him.

"Are you sure?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She nodded again.

Odorin lifted off the ground, and a low bellow of a hiss escaped his mouth with what Talia took to be pleasure. It didn't translate. It didn't have to.

The tentacles under Odorin's body writhed around him, whipping up a bubbly froth in the pool's murky waters. Another tentacle, previously submerged under the water, burst out of it, and it undulated through the air, dripping wet, in a shallow wave toward Talia. This tentacle was long and thin, but with a wider, near-cylindrical tip that pulsed in front of her eyes.

The grip on her ankles and hands tightened palpably, though not yet uncomfortably. Her legs were spread wider.

I can bear it, Talia thought. I have to. I want to.

Blue spittle erupted from the thick tip of the tentacle before her. Its tip suddenly opened, like a flower, and the spittle became a trickle of opaque bluish fluid, mixed with streaks of white, flowing from between the petals and down to the lowest part of the tentacle, until it dripped off and plopped to the floor. Something pushed up from the center of the flower -- a glossy gray, pulsing tube, shiny with wetness in the low light.

Fear rippled through Talia's body. It's too big, she thought. She knew where this tentacle intended to go, but she could not imagine it fitting into its destination. It looked wider than her forearm. Her body bucked against the tentacles holding her ankles, but without result. The Tentacon was too strong. It stretched her open still wider, straining the muscles of her thighs.

The tentacle with the gray tube at the end snaked forward, between her legs, but just as lazily as the tentacles before it. Its tip touched a blue-streaked knee, and what she imagined was Tentacon pre-cum oozed out a small hole at the tip, like half-curdled blue milk. She felt heat against her skin where the liquid touched her and then dripped off to the sponge bed several feet beneath her.

The tube tip of the tentacle pushed forward against her thigh, marking its length in milky-blue. Talia was surprised how hot the liquid was, and she could not imagine being pumped full of so much heat. But there was nothing she could do now. She thought about changing her mind, of screaming "no!", and she wondered what the Tentacon lord would do if she did. But the words didn't come. She could not, and did not, say anything. Part of her wanted this to end, but part of her didn't. Warring emotions ended in a stalemate, and silence.

The gray tentacle tip reached the junction of her legs, and now that it was closer she saw it better. Its surface was softer, glossier, and more delicate than the tougher, matte-bluish skin of the tentacle that enclosed it. It quivered, like a dollop of custard on a moving plate. It hovered and waited, just beyond her entrance. She had the sense it was sniffing her. She tore her eyes away from it and looked again into the face of Odorin. He glanced up too, taking one more look at his human captive before he fucked her. Then his gaze shifted back to her sex.

Talia saw the quivering tip change shape. It flattened on either side, until its shape resembled a screwdriver's flat head. It swayed and hovered a few moments more, and then it pushed forward.

It felt nothing like a human cock. It was much warmer, for one thing, almost hot. And, rather than entering her at one place, it entered her everywhere at once, its flesh pressing against the hood of her clit, against her pee hole, against the channel underneath. It pushed her inner lips back along the entire vertical length of her slit. It was a full-on sensual assault against every part of her pussy at once. Talia groaned with pleasure.

The alien cock tip pulsed in different directions at once as it worked its way slowly into her. It expanded and contracted in an irregular beat. Its gelatinous skin rippled with waves washing toward her as well, and with each wave it pushed a little farther inside her. It had the ability to mold to the form and contours of the inside of her body. At the same time, she felt a suction from the organ against her. The surface of the cock tube somehow pulled against her inner lips, drawing them away from her body until they encased Odorin's pulsing organ in a thin sheath.

Talia felt it pushing more. It was adapting itself to her body, contacting her at every sensitive spot, and as it pushed farther into her it expanded as well. And the heat -- she'd never felt anything like it inside her. It was just short of being painful.

Talia cried out when the farthest reach of the tentacle bumped lightly against her cervix. She moaned when a portion of the tentacle began pulsing against her g-spot. As it did so one of the other tentacles -- the one with the skinny filaments -- slithered down her belly and began to rub her clitoris. The pressure on her flesh squeezed between the two tentacles, one inside her and one outside, was exquisite, and Talia could not help letting out a series of low, guttural squeals of pleasure.

The intensity of the sensation -- an exquisite combination of beyond-the-moon pleasure and increasing but still bearable pain -- made it difficult for Talia to think about anything else. But amid all the intense feelings, she had the presence of mind to ask herself questions: why was Odorin giving her so much attention? Why not just fuck her and get it over with? It was obvious that his ministrations to her body were intended to give her pleasure. But why would he care?

It was hard to focus, with the sensual assault on her body, but Talia tried, and she reached out with her mind. Her consciousness pushed past her arousal, and beyond the thick wave of Odorin's lust, until she felt something else: she saw and felt herself, as Odorin saw and felt her. The Tentacon lord was able to experience her pleasure as well as his. That's why he gave her body so much attention.

Then another door opened, and Talia's mind stepped through until it could see and feel Odorin as well. She could feel his tentacles wrapped around her body, caressing her, piercing and penetrating her. She felt his lust over her nude, writhing blue body. She smelled herself, as she smelled to him. She experienced their intercourse from both points of view, a riotous duet of mutual desire and feeling, his and hers. Sex in two channels at once. Sex in stereo.

I know what it's like to be a Tentacon, she thought.

Through Odorin's eyes and senses, she savored how good her tight cunt felt on his expanding alien cock, how it gripped and squeezed it. She took delight in her complete submission to him, and in his total mastery over her body. She took pleasure in the sight of her nude body, heaving and shaking, as it appeared through the lusty Tentacon's eyes. She closed her own eyes so she could view the scene through his eyes only.

"You see it, don't you?" Odorin asked her.

"Yes," she said. "I see it."

Talia's eyes popped open wide when she felt the Tentacon cock expand inside her. It filled every available nook and crevice and inflated against her interior walls. It kept expanding. She didn't think it was possible to be stretched so wide and filled so fully by a cock.

Then her hips were pulled forward as the cock tip began to pull out. Her labia stretched along its massive, gelatinous surface as it moved away.

No, she thought, don't leave. I want it to stay inside me.

The cock didn't pull out all the way. Its tip remained just inside her lips. The remainder of its length paused outside her pussy, rippling.

His grip on her limbs tightened, steadying her body over the ground, and then the big cock pushed back into her. Not fast, but with enough speed and force to make her scream. Her voice echoed throughout the chamber. It filled her as deeply and fully as before. And it pulled out again and paused again.

"More," she whispered.

"What did you say?" the Tentacon's voice responded, low and soft and unhurried.

"Please." Her voice quavered. "More please."

"What do you want, Talia? Say it."

"Fuck me. Fuck me with your alien cock."

He did. He pushed it back into her, and she did her best to push back against him, until he was all the way in, filling her utterly and completely. The thick, wet cock head oscillated in and out of her, speeding up, but never into a predictable rhythm. The pace of Odorin's fucking changed slightly with every thrust. He kept her off balance, and the squeals she let out every time he entered her sounded at irregular intervals.

He squirted more blue goo between her legs, lubricating her more. Every thrust of his gray, wet cock into her made a wet, slapping sound. Each time he pulled it out, her emptying pussy let out a fat slurp. He picked up the pace of his fucking, but he kept Talia off kilter with thrusts of varying speed and intensity. She felt her body approach orgasm again, but not too quickly. The Tentacon knew how to intensify the pleasure without pushing her over the edge. She knew he could read her body as she could read his.

Talia's full-throated screams echoed off the chamber walls as Odorin fucked her. The sound bounced off the walls of the chamber and faded slowly. She wondered if anyone could hear her. She almost hoped they could.

She felt the wave of her own orgasm, coming from her depths, not yet cresting but getting close. And then she felt a parallel wave inside Odorin. His massive body rippled with increasing speed and intensity. She did her best to clench the muscles down below to squeeze him.

I want to milk you, she thought. Give me your cum.

The grip on her wrists and ankles grew tighter still, almost to the point of pain, but she didn't care anymore. She focused all her feeling on the union of their bodies, his cock, her cunt. On and on he kept fucking her, thrusting in and out. Her pussy would have been rubbed raw if not for the lubricant he kept squirting on her. As it was, she knew amid all the pleasure that she would pay for the unbridled hard fucking with days of soreness afterward.

The wave inside Odorin rose, as did the wave inside her. As the cock tip kept pushing into her, rapidly, she saw the tentacle connected to it widen in a thick knot where it came out of the water, and the knot moved along its sinuous length toward her. She readied herself for it, letting her own body surrender to it. She kept her eyes, fascinated, on the knot as it moved up the tentacle in her direction. The cock head, in the meantime, never slowed. It kept piercing her in its strange, irregular rhythm. She felt thin filaments from the other tentacle grip and squeeze the tip of her clit more tightly as the knot came closer.

The knot sped up, and it burst forward into the cock tip just as the gray, wide tip crashed into her one more time, and then she felt a burst of heat inside her as the Tentacon came. Her body released, and she orgasmed at the same time. The Tentacon lord's body spasmed with hers, pulling on her limbs. For a moment Talia thought she might be pulled to pieces. But she wasn't. The tentacles held her aloft, and both Talia and the Tentacon shook and shivered with the ecstatic force of their simultaneous orgasms.

Odorin held his cock in place inside her, and she could feel it pulsing and emptying itself of fluid. Talia had never actually felt cum inside her before, but she felt it this time, its piercing heat gushing into her depths and filling her more than she would have believed possible.

And then, without further delay, the thick alien cock pulled out. As it pulled away from her open pussy, dense, curdled blue-white milk flowed out after it, splattering and puddling on the bed beneath her. The grip of the tentacles relaxed, and Odorin lay her back on the sponge bed.

She rested on her elbows, knees apart, watching the flow from between her legs. She'd lost the connection with Odorin. She saw herself only from her own perspective now. But she wanted the Tentacon to see what he'd done, so she kept her legs open while she searched his face to understand what he felt.

He stared back at her for a minute, maybe two, but he said nothing more. The tentacles writhed under him, and his body rolled back into the water, sinking below its depths. Waves rippled over the pool in circles until they faded, and the water lay calm and still again.

Much of his cum had poured out of her, but much still lay inside, warming her as it sloshed around. Talia felt dizzy and drowsy and light-headed. She fell back against the soft sponge bed, her body now soaked with Odorin's thick cum. Soon she fell asleep.