<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MSisuns.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Sparrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585650#msg13585650)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Group 1<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>asskini  (https://i.imgur.com/LUeTevA.png)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP- 20/20    Flow- 0   XP- 6/9  Effects-<br/><hr/><br/>Attempting to save both women with his acrobatic maneuver had been a calculated risk....but boy was he bad at math.<br/><br/>The feeling of the tendrils coiling around him was a strange one indeed. They were light, yet strong, ethereal yet distinctly textured, barely half-solid yet slimy. He shuddered at their touch, his skin breaking into goosebumps wherever they traveled, leaving a map of their caresses across his body. "Oof! Get..off!...Mmph!" the boy managed to squeak out, before having to purse his lips tight to prevent the cock headed tentacle from slipping into his mouth.<br/><br/>This would prove to be a poor choice of words, however, as the tentacles seemed set on getting off quite thoroughly, using his svelte body for assistance. He felt himself being pried open, the near string thinness of his asskini leaving none of his shame concealed as he was put on displace. The raging erection that had been haunting him for days now, was now brought to near bursting just from the initial caresses and probing. He felt the wriggling tendrils "lick" their way down his most intimate parts, each one like a tongue lapping and savoring the taste of him, a flavor that very few creatures have ever gotten to sample, and none of them to this level of success. He felt a tendril wrap around his turgid flesh, stroking around his shaft like some kind of perverse jelly, trying to milk out an orgasm that he wasn't prepared to hold back. It was disgusting, degrading, depraved in a way that went against everything he believed in...so why did it feel so good?<br/><br/>With crimson cheeks the boy could do little but squirm and writhe against his unnatural restraints, though the effort achieved nothing but grinding his body harder against the tentacles, especially the one prying at his back entrance. He couldn't even shout or cry out, the ever present cockhead at his lips smearing it's shadowy pre against his succulent lips, waiting for the first tiny crack in his defense. And speaking of crack, a feeling of dread and anticipation welled up inside of him as he felt the tentacle bulging up at his back door, building up it's mass as if preparing for a single, mighty push. For some reason his heart started fluttering as the tension mounted, something starting to tingle in his belly, almost like...an itch needing to be scratched. It echoed from deep inside of him, deeper than any finger could reach to relieve the nagging ache...but not too deep for the bulging mass knocking at his door.<br/><br/>Then the proverbial damn broke. The first inch had been one thing, stretching and molding him with agonizing slowness, but what came soon after had been the true penetration, striking him deep into his core with a single<em>burst</em>of undulating flesh,"MMMNNOOOOOoOOOoOOOHHGWOODS!!" the boy cried out at the top of his lungs. The idea of resisting this sudden explosion of pleasure was laughable, as his belly was stretched and his prostate was crushed like a grape the boy's overly repressed body came instantly, 18 years of celibacy finally culminating with a primal scream of pleasure. His back arched, his toes curled, his eyes crossed, and his cock erupted like a geyser, filling the stroking tendril so rapidly that it's shadowy black mass briefly turned pure white. Taking advantage of his howl the tendril at his lips was finally able to slam itself home, the writhing tentacle easily lodging itself down the boy's throat with no resistance at all from the monk. The body shaking climax had instantly robbed Sparrow of his strength, his limbs all turning to numb jelly. Though honestly those parts of him were fortunate to be so numb, as his insides could still feel every stroke and plunge in vivid detail, penetrating him deeper than anything ever had...or probably ever would again.<br/><br/>Drowned in a melting puddle of pleasure, Sparrow's mind went blank, his vision a blurry mass of vague colors and shapes, his body nothing more than a quivering mass to milk seed from. And milked he was, in the span it took for Anahita to incite her plan Sparrow was brought to orgasm no less than three times, years of repressed sexuality, and the past few days of magically induced arousal, making him ridiculously sensitive. And of course each orgasm only made his body even more weak and sensitive to further torment, so by the time the tentacles finally loosened their hold his body may as well have been one giant clit.<br/><br/>Sparrow wouldn't even realize he was being rescued, until the adventuresses voice finally cut through the numbing fog that wreathed his brain, "aaagh...mmnff...." the boy muttered, not yet ready for words as his muscles almost moved on instinct alone, reaching back to grab onto Lauralan while his other armed hugged tight around Ana's waist. As they were pulled up, the tentacle in his ass was slowly dislodged, causing the boy to quiver and almost lose his grip on both ladies, though he managed to hold strong, even as a 4th tiny orgasm trickled it's way out of his flaccid, overly taxed cock. As he was drawn out of the writhing mass of tendrils, his mind slowly began to clear, enough for him to make out their comrade and the safe perch she assisted them from. With a groan he attempted to reach out to her, trying to hand off the elven woman and hopefully hop down to safety himself.<br/>