Chapter 91 Tentacles.

She sagged, but the tentacles had by then reached her lower back and lifted her up with ease.

"Oooooh. Spinnnny," Ava cooed as she was hoisted into the air by the two limbs.

She giggled as they ran up her sides. "Ah! S-stoooop! I’m ticklish!"

The tentacles did not stop.

In fact, several more had begun to stretch out of the void beyond the gate.

Thick, rubbery limbs oozing with foul ichor.

The scent was nauseating.

Intoxicating.

Ava gasped as they joined their brothers around the elf, slithering across her curves, her breath hitching as they wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them.

"Ooooh yesssss!" Ava moaned, drunk on the heat and pleasure that oozed through her in waves of sensitive pleasure. "P-please! Moooooore!"

"D-doing great," Ireen panted, her moving in jerks across the paper she had before her. "Doing... mmmm..."

Ava tried to turn her head to see what was happening to her friend, but the psychogoroth seemed to take umbrage at that, and suddenly pushed one of its phallic tentacles between the elf’s lips.

Ava choked on the limb, but as it wriggled in her mouth, she tasted the slime that coated it, and her eyes rolled back in heady pleasure.

"Mmmmm..." Ava moaned, her body doing what it did best.

Surrendering.

Submitting.

Aching for more of the horror’s touch.

She turned over in the air, the tentacles rubbing her breasts, stroking her thighs and belly.

Ava became aware the hideous pseudo-cock was approaching.

She watched its unnatural form writhe and wriggle, and her pussy throbbed to feel that inhuman fuckstick within her.

Willingly she parted her legs, her body cradled in the tentacles, eased back as the inhuman cock reared above her like a striking snake.

Pushed in, stroking her labia, either getting itself lubed on her juices, or coating her pussy with its own tangy slime.

Ava didn’t know. Didn’t care. For the next thing she knew, it had pushed home.

And she was in heaven.

"Mmmmmmm!" Ava moaned around the tentacle thrusting into her mouth.

Her body shuddered in shameless pleasure as the thick phallus pumped into her, the writhing flesh stroking her in ways she’d never dreamed she could be.

Her pussy clamped down on that invading cock.

Her thighs trembled with delighted pleasure.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmmm!" Ava moaned, her head spinning, her body writhing.

She couldn’t last. She couldn’t resist. "Mmmmm!"

She came, arching, twisting in the grasp of the tentacles.

They let her writhe, cradled her with almost tenderness as the vile manhood continued to plunder her pussy.

As the first wriggled in her mouth, subduing her wrestling tongue so fast it might have been in another weight class.

"Oh f-fuck yesss," Ireen moaned from before her pedestal.

Ava glanced her way and saw the sorceress biting her lower lip, one tentacle sliding under her dress, throbbing.

Ava wondered then what else the psychogoroth might be sharing with the witch?

Ava giggled around the tentacle fucking her mouth. How naughty.

But Ava had no time to consider Ireen’s situation.

Two more tentacles had pushed themselves out of the gate.

These were much like the one latched atop Ireen’s head, but much smaller.

Ava briefly wondered what they were for, until they both latched onto her nipples and began to suck.

Pleasure burst through her chest as those wriggling appendages got to work.

Ava groaned, rutting in the grasp of the tentacles, riding the pseudo-cock as it continued to fuck ehr fluttering pussy.

Sucking at the slimy limb as it fucked her mouth.

Pushed out her chest with keening moans as it sucked at her breasts.

In fact, she was enjoying it so much, she never even noticed the gaping tentacle that had sipped in among the group, sliding up, teasing along the seam of her ass and lower back, then attaching itself to her head.

The elf gasped, then groaned as she felt a different pleasure than before.

A radiating bliss spreading through her as she rode the tentacles.

She’d experienced it once before, when a tribe of minotaurs had fucked her so hard she’d literally blanked out for a dozen hours.

Her brains were being fucked out!

And it felt soooo gooooood!

"Mmmmm..." Ava moaned as the cup sucked at her head, emptying her mind of thought.

Of will.

The void of consciousness filled with pleasure.

Sensitivity.

Her body and the way it rocked and rutted and fucked against the many limbs of the psychogoroth.

She was floating in blissful ignorance.

It felt delightfully familiar. It felt so good. So perfect. So right. She never wanted it to end.

"Ava!"

Ava?

The name sounded familiar.

She wondered who that was?

She was probably hot. Had big tits. Big and sexy. Sexy and fuckable. Breedable. Fuckable.

Glass shattered. A scream split the air.

A shrieking howl that jolted Ava from her pleasured stupor. The tentacle on her head was wrenched off with a pop.

Ava groaned as those assaulting her lovely curves writhed, pulling back.

The slimy limb in her mouth pulled out so fast it came free with a rope of saliva that stretched nearly a foot.

"Nooooo!" Ava moaned as the tentacles abandoned her form, dumping her on the floor.

She saw that several of the tentacles had a substance on them.

A popping, bubbling green thing that hissed with acidic hate against the thing from beyond.

The limbs retreated into the gate, the red eye of the psychogoroth blazing with fury at being denied.

The window of the gate began to contract, shrinking.

Soon it was no larger than a ring, and with a crackle, the wall of reality sealed.

Ava lay where she’d fallen, panting, covered in viscous ooze and juices.

Her whole body ached in a wonderful way as she blinked dully at the ceiling.

After a moment, Ireen and Slade appeared over her, looking down at the elf.

"Is she... okay?" Slade asked.

"Think so. Ava?" Ireen said, snapping her fingers over the elf’s face. "How you doing? You still have all your brains?"

"Buh?" the elf moaned.

"Ava? How many fingers am I holding up?" Slade said.

Ava tried to see. "Uh... two?"

"And how many can I fit in your pussy?" Ireen asked.

"F-four at least," the elf panted.

Ireen nodded. "Yep. She’s okay."

"Okay! She almost had her brain eaten!" Slade protested. "Could be worse."

"How?"

"Well, she might not have enjoyed it. Besides, we got what we wanted."

"You b-broke the code?" Ava gasped.

"You bet," the sorceress said. "And it’s a heck of a doozie too."