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Astray In Lust
Is this a metaphor of woman in debauchery, Anna's wild imagination or just literal pit of tentacles?!
We will never know!
Lost In Lust
Story by VHID
Character belongs to VHID
The story happens when Anna, the brown coat mare with coal hair, was still in Asylum, used through her permanent mating heat condition. Tentacles are not quite canon though.
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Anna cooed, slowly getting comfortable with her yet another predicament. Oddly satisfying warm, wet and writhing mass wrapped around her. Moreover, the best thing was she did not know what exactly it was.
Having eyes covered in blindfold was calming and invigorating at the same time. Teeth nimble around the ball gag, air wheezed through the holes in it. In addition, wrists playfully tug the straitjacket, testing its tight grip around the mare's upper body. Forearms give her breasts a hug, which exposed through the rare rips in fabric. Nipples swollen to the point of light discomfort, white liquid gather at their tips. Anna never had a child, and yet her body lactates for everyone's amusement.
However, let's return to her surroundings. The mass was writhing and coiling around her, like swarm of tentacles, wet noises slicks as they rub against her moist coat. The woman shivers anxiously, fully helpless as the mass wraps around her legs, slowly pulling them apart.
Pussy already wet, labia puffed up and lips quiver, hungry for stuffing. The mare moans, wordlessly begging. Her hips push themselves forward, offering themselves obediently.
She could not see or move, but her body, too familiar with pleasure, submitting on its own. Nor Anna resisted the urges, for her mind given up already.
She was teased for hours, but never penetrated, or degraded to an animal and inaudibly begged for cock, or completely immobilized and then forced to mate till she lose consciousness. The more Anna was used, the more she hungered for. Mind could not resist forever and surrendered to the primal lust. Pain turned into pleasure, tamed like a pet by training routine and her unique case of permanent mating heat, and she soon succumbed into sex slave. Memories of her endless debauchery only spills oil to the flame, the anticipation became unbearable.
And here she is, tail swaying side to side with excitement like little pet she is, impatiently awaited for whatever or whoever to ravage her one more time. Breath is rugged and heart beating fast in her large bosom. Body is wet with sweat and whatever the mass covered her, making mare glister under the little light that was in the room.
Anna jumped in surprise, as she felt light touches on her ankles, which slowly approached higher up on her body. With tingling sensation all over her, hips thrust into the air, silently screaming for attention for her blazing hot loins.
The touches slid along her inner thighs, crotch and then stop at her labia, massaging it slightly, without touching the lips. The mare grunts in denial, ball gag muffling her words, begging the mysterious creature.
Ass shaking mindlessly, hoping for the tentacles to slip onto her pussy. Body fights against the mass entangled her all around, not to free itself but to dive into pleasure. Arms writhing inside the tied sleeves of the straitjacket, buckles ring defiantly. Breasts overflowing with milk, leaking all over herself, staining the jacket. Legs bucking in the wet, yet firm coils that flow endlessly around her.
The growing tension was aggravating yet so deviously arousing. Body getting hotter and wetter, despite nether loins never touched, knot inside bursting to explode. Anna growl in both frustration and excitement as she hopelessly fight against unknown.
After a while, she only tires herself out, going limp and sinking in tentacles. As soon as she stops, the touches continue to tease, caressing ever so slightly her pussy inner lips. Such little stimulation was overwhelming for Anna, the pent up frustration suddenly exploding, shacking the mare in first orgasm.
The woman bathes in bliss, body in reflexes wriggling and trembling in pulsing aftertaste. Sore nipples sprinkling with milk with new force. Nostrils flared and chest breathing heavily while arms and legs pulling and stretching in confinements.
Few moments pass since first climax, when suddenly her gaping pussy and twitching tailhole penetrated simultaneously by... Cocks? In addition, another pair slithering around her round tits, ripping the cloth and like snake strangling them. Under pressure, lactating tips shoot another load of white liquid.
The mare is still sensitive, buckling and grunting was the only thing to do, while being hammered by another forced orgasm. Her tortured mind blacking out once again.
Foreign objects relentlessly pushing in and pulling back in quick successions, the walls inside her squeeze and strangle them as best as they could, but the slick wetness and sheer force undeniably reach the depths of mare without any care.
Big chest was not deprived from attention, breasts squeezed and pushed against each other. Wet bosom tested relentlessly for its volume and shape. Puffed up and overworked nipples continue to spur milk each time breasts were kneaded like dough over and over.
Lower holes strained with pain and tingles with wicked delight and tips rattle in hurting bliss, sparks going up her spine and stabbing her brain. Quickly coming back to senses, Anna concentrates into overflowing sensations.
The long and oddly shaped form inside her did not belong to any cocks she could remember, but the scalding hotness of members and constant wriggling didn't belong to even the most peculiar dildos she ever took neither.
As she tried to feel each crank and crook, the pleasure spiked up again, forcing her head to spring, dazzled in lust. Sore tits already drained, still forced to milk nevertheless. Pussy squirting love juices all over between her legs, soaking the floor. As soon as she lost control, ass on its own pushing in rhythm of thrusts. Hips throwing themselves at two tentacles as they go on and puling as they come out. Then pelvis would shift its weight side to side, tilting back and forth, forcing tentacles to scratch every side of both of her holes.
The woman got carried away so far, that unknowingly for Anna she was already climaxing for a while, pussy wetting itself periodically, all of her senses going overload with hotness scalding from inside.
The mare goes limp, drowning in waves of orgasms as the tentacles proceed to plunge, emerge, and knead without any pause.
Omegaweapon223
BlockedSounds like a Lovecraftian Wet-dream!
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