Tentacles Everywhere (Part 2 of The Trials of a Priestess)

Part 2 of my series The Trials of a Priestess. After escaping the clutches of the succubus, our sexy priestess, Angelika has to tangle with some demon tentacles. Expect lots of moaning, groaning, and other things.

This story contains tentacles, a priestess, and tentacles on and in a priestess.

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An Excerpt from Tentacles Everywhere!

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Angelika’s eyes would flicker again while she actually began to suckle on the tentacle that was invading her mouth. Tentacles were still slithering over her body and making a meal of her spilled lust. Many of the tentacles that had been fully fed with Angelika’s orgasm were now evolving right in front of the priestess. Some were becoming more phallic in nature, with flared, thick heads like a cock. Others were forming small mouth-like openings, while even others were morphing into tongue-like appendages.

The tentacles appeared to be confused by their new growths and were becoming accustomed to what worked best at what areas. The more bulbous-headed vines began rubbing at her breasts, paying considerable attention to her rock hard nipples. They were rather fast to adapt and realized that there were better places to put their new talents to use. Crawling over her stomach, a few would press curiously at her navel before realizing this wasn’t a place that should be penetrated and moving on.

This creature knew what it was doing to her. It had to. The idea that these demonic tentacles could accidentally pleasure her so completely wasn’t even an idea to the priestess. They were hitting every pleasure center on her body and even finding some she’d never considered before.

The phallic vines finally rubbed over her mound and stroked against her dripping sex. Angelika moaned happily at the thought of having the thicker tentacle inside of her drooling pussy. The demonic captor knew this was the source of their sustenance and didn’t waste any time thrusting deep and hard into her wet, hot quim. The priestess arched her back and squealed in pleasure against the tentacle in her mouth. The vine invading her mouth was soon pumping slowly in and out in a rhythmic fashion. Every so often it would take a bit longer thrust and bump its tip against the back of her throat, causing Angelika to gag a bit.