Kinky Temptation

Her own eyes confirmed the impossible: it looked like a huge, veiny penis jutted upwards from her own crotch, extending past her thighs, the thick head almost grazing her knees.

”That… that can’t be real! What is it so big?!” she choked out, equal parts horror and bewildered disbelief churning in her stomach.

Then it moved.

The thick phallus pulsed once, beginning a slow thrusting motion. Not violently, but with persistent, slippery pressure. It rubbed against the sensitive flesh of her buttocks and perineum, grinding against her entrance, leaving trails of warm, thick, slick fluid coating her skin and fur with every pass.

She couldn’t see it fully, but the vulgar friction was undeniable, the heat building rapidly between her legs despite the situation. Her own involuntary whimpers of discomfort morphed into something else entirely as the motion continued, a breathless ”Hnnn…!” escaping her lips.

The heat radiating through her belly intensified, pooling deep within her core.

The situation escalated when Nekari felt a multitude of new, smaller pressures at the apex of her thighs, where her most sensitive flesh was exposed. From between her legs, countless tiny, wriggling tentacles emerged, questing tendrils slithering like living snakes towards the juncture of her thighs.

They sought out her swollen, delicate lips, probing and teasing.

”W-Wait!” she panted, hips twitching involuntarily. ”What are you…? You’re messing with my pussy!” Her voice was breathy now, tinged with undeniable heat that colored her cheeks crimson.

Almost tenderly, the smallest tendrils traced the folds of her labia, spreading them wider through insistent motions. They pried her open completely, exposing the slick, pink interior to the cool air, making her feel even more vulnerable and impossibly intimate. Her clit throbbed, fully engorged and visible, aching for direct contact the tentacles cruelly avoided.

”Th-they’re spreading it! It’s touching inside!” she gasped, her mind a whirlwind of sensation, fear, discomfort, and an insistent, rising ache.

Instinct screamed at her to fight, to thrash, to sever the monstrous appendages with claws and teeth. She strained against the larger tendrils binding her wrists and ankles, her muscles tensing.

But a sliver of icy logic cut through the haze of panic and unwanted arousal.

’The door… the treasure… I need the it open!’ she realized in a flash of desperate clarity

If she damaged this mechanism, she might be free but the promised wealth would be lost.

Gritting her teeth, she forced her trembling body to relax slightly against the bindings. ”Okay, okay… let it do what it needs to… maybe it will stop when the door opens…”

The small tentacles seemed to sense her submission. Their motions became slightly bolder, more exploratory. Several thin probes finally delved shallowly past her entrance, sliding in just deep enough to release warm spurts of slippery liquid before withdrawing completely. The sensation was strange, violating yet strangely not unpleasant, leaving her inner passage feeling strangely hollow and needy afterwards.

”Treasures behind that door…” she managed to breathe, clinging desperately to the thought. ”Valuable treasures… worth the discomfort… worth the embarrassment…”

She gasped sharply, watching the questing tentacles retreat slightly before repositioning themselves. In one coordinated surge, they exerted firm pressure outward. Nekari felt her pliant folds stretch wider than she ever had before, forced into a lewd bloom around the slick probes.

Loud, wet squelch filled the chamber, the sound echoing horrifyingly off the stone. The phallus at her back pulsed harder, grinding relentlessly against her now hypersensitized flesh.

The phallic mass withdrew slightly from Nekari’s buttocks, leaving a trail of warm, viscous fluid coating her skin. She felt it pause just below her violated entrance, the thick head nestled firmly against her spread lips, hovering at her threshold.

She barely had time to tense before it acted.

THRUST.

The massive length surged upwards with startling force, spearing deep into her slick, unwilling passage. Her torso was jerked forward violently, back pressing hard against the cool wall then fell down. Her upper body was now parallel to the floor, held securely by the binding tentacles, creating a perfect angle for the penis to delve into her depths.

Her shocked cry became a strangled gasp as it plowed into her with devastating, brutal precision, the thick head punching through her cervix, accompanied by a horrifyingly wet squelch. She felt it inside, deep in her core, something impossibly huge, stretching her womb to its absolute limits. Her belly bulged out, a big, moving lump distending her taut stomach.

”NNNNNGHHHH!” she screamed, the sound ripped from her throat, eyes wide, vision swimming with black spots.

The rhythm was savage. The appendage withdrew almost completely in one fluid motion, leaving just the engorged tip barely stretching her entrance. For a fraction of a second, she could breathe, could feel her beaten walls trembling in its wake.

WHAM!

It slammed back home, hammering into her cervix and filling her womb to bursting, smashing her sensitive insides. The sound was shamefully loud, flesh meeting stone amid a wet, brutal force, echoing in the cramped chamber.

Nekari’s mind shattered. ”Too… fast!” she sobbed, spit dribbling from her slack jaw. Her tongue lolled out, eyes rolling back, limbs trembling uncontrollably against the restraints. The pleasure and pain intertwined into a terrifying maelstrom she couldn’t process.

Inside her, the violating shaft took on a life of its own. While embedded deep, it vibrated, a deep, pulsating hum that sent shockwaves rippling through her body, making her teeth chatter.

After that the swollen head wriggled even deeper inside her womb. First grinding left, crushing the sensitive wall, then twisting right, exploring every hidden corner of her innermost.

The sensation was beyond description. It was possession, complete and utter violation, and Nekari could only moan brokenly, a high-pitched, guttural ”Uuuunnhhhh… Mmpph!” with each internal twist.

Her ears flattened against her skull, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks, mingling with drool. Her body, held helpless, bounced and quivered with each brutal impact.

She felt it building, a terrifying pressure deep within her misused core. The dick pulsed wildly, growing even hotter inside her stretched, trembling sheath.

”Something’s… something’s coming out! Nnnnnngh!” Nekari whimpered, terror and ecstatic agony warring in her voice. Her legs scrabbled weakly at the floor, knees pressing together as much as the ankle bonds allowed, as if she could somehow shield herself from the impending eruption within. Her whole body tensed, bracing for the inevitable flood.

”It’s… oh no… I can feel it…” Nekari whimpered, her voice barely audible between gasping breaths. ”It’s… coming out… inside…” Her eyes widened, locking on the twitching lump distorting her belly. The monstrous shaft’s pulsing head buried deep in her womb, straining her delicate tissues.

The thick shaft jerked violently within her, swelling to an impossible girth. A volcanic eruption ignited deep inside her. Thick, burning-hot seed blasted forth from the swollen tip in powerful jets.

”NHHHHNNNNGGHHH!” she screamed, her head snapping back, dark hair whipping wildly. The sheer volume and heat of the ejaculation was mind-shattering. She felt her womb, her cervix, her entire pelvis flooding with scalding liquid pressure.

The grossly sounds filled the chamber as surges of seed were pumped directly into her, each jet sending convulsive tremors.

Her belly visibly ballooned, swelling, her once-toned midsection now horrifically distended like a grotesque parody of pregnancy. The bulge pulsed and writhed, visible beneath her straining fur, the shape of the cock still clearly outlined.

Nekari choked on her own screams. Saliva sprayed from her slack lips. Her eyes rolled back, showing only whites, her beautiful face contorted into a rictus of pure, violated ecstasy and agony. Her nipples were painfully stiff, jutting lewdly from her heaving breasts. And her hips, forced into that humiliating posture, jerked and twitched involuntarily with each fresh gush.

The torrent seemed endless. The cock bucked and twitched within her, embedding itself deeper as if seeking to unload every last drop directly into her fertile chamber.

She could taste the coppery tang of blood at the back of her throat from where she’d bitten her tongue. Her mind was a white static of overload. There was no thought, no fear, only the all-encompassing sensation of being filled, stretched, branded from the inside out.

”St-stop… pl-please… can’t take… NGHAAAHHHH!” she gasped hoarsely, the words broken by another surging jet that forced a high, keening wail from her ravaged throat.

Finally, the flow began to ease, reducing to powerful spurts that painted her womb with residual warmth. Nekari hung limp in her bindings, utterly spent, her body a vessel for the invader, twitching only with the occasional aftershock.