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After graduation Steph planned a trip for her and Pete in the summer to help forget about the nasty business with Max, the tragic deaths of Ruth and Richie at his ghostly hands and Steph almost shooting Pete dead. Grace invited herself along to take a break from having sex with Dirty Dudes and stealing their souls. On day 2 Steph hears a knock at the BnB door and almost has a heart attack when she opens it to see Richie and Ruth standing in front of her.
"What the FUCK?! How are you-"
"I have no idea, Grace didn't really explain the details before she invited us on this trip," Ruth explained, fidgeting under her sweater, "honestly we could really use some real RnR after the whole, ya know... 'being dead' thing."
"God of course I should have known Grace is involved, she's been obsessed with that damn demonic book all summer. GRACE!"
Grace comes in from the other room with a smile on her face.
"Oh I see you've already got your big surprise," she says proudly, "You guys should really read my book there's some insane shit in there I haven't even got round to trying out yet, including several different Resurrection spells and rituals."
Pete comes through and stops dead in his tracks seeing his previously deceased friends seemingly alive and well.
"Um what the fuck...? Steph honey what's going on?"
"Grace decided to bring these guys back to life and surprise us with the reveal on our Couple's vacation."
"Geez Steph you could sound a little more grateful than that," Grace scoffs, "I literally hold the power over death itself in the palm of my hand, at least be effing impressed. You know, I could possibly even bring back your mother if you want to see her again."
Steph's prickly demeanor softens at the mention of her mother.
"M-My mom? She died over 10 years ago, wouldn't there be a limit for being able to resurrect bodies?"
"I don't know but I'll certainly look into it for you," Steph gives Grace an uncharacteristically warm hug and whispers "thank you" in her ear.
"*ahem* Sorry I really don't mean to step on your moment here," Pete chimes in, "But I feel like we're kind of just glossing over Grace bringing Richie and Ruth back from the dead completely unharmed like it's a regular occurrence. When exactly did you do this? How did you save them? Are they even still human or ghosts or what?"
"Hmm let's see," Grace thinks back, "It would have been just over a week ago, or closer to two I guess. Before I found out about this trip for sure, I was browsing the book out of boredom one night and came across the section regarding conjuring and summoning the Undead. According to the book they are classed as Revenants or Thralls."
"Revenants would be more correct since they have higher brain function, Thralls are more akin to zombies" Pete interjects, "Sorry, continue..."
"Honestly Pete I have access to a whole world of secrets beyond human comprehension and still I don't know how a freaking nerd like you actually landed a fox like Steph. Anyway they are both fully physical beings with their original personalities and all of their memories intact, so they do in fact remember getting murdered by Max which does suck I'm sorry guys I can't really do anything about that part."
"Oh yeah I remember the sensation of drowning incredibly vividly," Richie timidly adds. "Not very Tanoshī I can tell you that much."
"At least you didn't get ripped in half from your pussy," Ruth replies, subconsciously rubbing her crotch, "I felt every agonizing second of that shit, poor Miss Mulberry finding my mangled body."
"Okay so I've actually been pretty rude so far, it really is great to see you guys again it's just a lot to take in and process," Pete gives his friends a hug, immediately noticing how cold to the touch they are along with how pale they are.
"Oh yeah as Revenants they don't have much blood flow," Grace continues casually, "In regards to how I brought them back, well the ritual requires the payment of a soul in exchange for the person you want to bring back and you know I've been very busy collecting souls so I offered our old friend Wiggly a couple of Dirty Dudes in exchange for Richie and Ruth back, Jason and Kyle from the football team in fact."
"Aw man I liked those guys, especially Kyle he was so chill after Max died," Pete remarks.
"I really don't think you should be dealing with that dickhead since he literally tried to kill us but I'm just happy to see the guys again," Steph says, also hugging Richie and Ruth. "So how did their parents react when their dead kids waltzed back in the door?"
"Oh they don't actually know yet," Grace replies nonchalantly, "They've been crashing at my place while I research modifying memories, hopefully soon they'll be able to go back home as if nothing ever happened."
"Wow you're really playing God huh? So your mom and dad are cool with you hosting Undead guests in their house?" Pete asks.
"Obviously they don't know they're Undead genius, I'm honestly surprised my mom doesn't recognize Richie at least but she just thinks we're in a summer study group preparing for college. And let me tell you death certainly did not kill their sex drives, several times so far either me or my mom have walked in on them... effing each other."
"What can I say? Dying and coming back to life really brings the important things into focus and makes you realize what you were too scared to admit," Ruth slides her hand into Richie's back pocket and squeezes his cute little butt, "I thought I wanted a babe like you or Steph but turns out I like nerdy weeby losers with asthma."
"Well I wouldn't put it that way exactly," Richie blushes as much as he can, "but she's right, I was always too much of a Okubyōmono, *ahem* sorry a cowardly idiot to tell her how I felt when I had the chance and now we're just making up for lost time." He gives her a sweet, slightly awkward kiss. "Um not to sound all Yōkyū no kibishī or anything but I assume you guys have food here, we haven't eaten all day because we were packing and driving out here, also we did it in the car at a truck stop..."
"Well as it happens we were just about to eat lunch, I'm sure we can whip up something satisfactory for now and we'll look at things properly over dinner. Also there's only one double bed and me & Pete are in it so you'll need to sleep in different rooms for now."
"Hey I'm little I could easily do it on a single bed but fine, since you're nice enough to accommodate us unexpectedly we'll try to be respectful," Ruth and Richie follow Pete through to their bedrooms with their bags leaving Steph and Grace together.
"I can tell you're very proud of yourself," Steph remarks, "This is a crazy amount of power you're messing with so just try not to go crazy and burn yourself up okay?"
"Don't worry Stephie, I'll be the opposite of that loser from Death Note who just kills anyone he doesn't like."
"Okay firstly I'm surprised you even know what Death Note is, and second isn't that basically what you're already doing with your Dirty Dude crusade?"
"I know it because Richie watches it all the freaking time, and my crusade is a holy mission not just some hopped up power trip. Anyway enough shop talk I'm starving, race you to the kitchen!" Steph rolls her eyes as Grace runs past her.
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Later in the evening the gang are all relaxing in the living room with wine and snacks when Grace suddenly chimes in.
"So guys, now that we're all together again I think it would be so fun to do a Summoning together!"
"Ugh forget it Grace, I never want to do another Summoning as long as I live," Steph dismissed.
"She's right Grace," Pete agrees, "the last Summoning we did was out of pure desperation and almost got me a bullet in the head if Max hadn't intervened, it feels super weird to be thankful to him for anything but he literally saved my life from Wiggly's fucked up bargain."
"As someone who wasn't there for the Summoning since I was already dead and all I'm really interested to see one in person, Grace made it sound so epic," Ruth added. "Doesn't that sound cool senpai?"
"I have to say it does sound extremely Omoshiroi, I'm in if everyone else is."
Pete gestures to Steph who rolls her eyes and takes a big swig of wine.
"Ugh fine but we're not talking to that cocksucker Wiggly or any of his brothers, even the cute pink one."
Grace grins, "Don't worry Steph this is going to be a fun Summoning, those assholes aren't the only gods we can contact with the book you know. I found the section on submission & pleasure and there's the god Az'zoxish who seems like a hecking riot," she opens the book at a marked page and shows them a drawing of a large squid like creature, "all we need for the ritual is a candle circle and a dildo."
Steph sighs, "Why the hell do you need a freaking dildo for an ancient Summoning ritual?"
"Ancient people were just as freaky as us babe," Pete says, "Probably even more so since there wasn't anything else to do."
"I have a dildo in my bag!" Ruth exclaims excitedly. Before anyone can say anything else she runs off to her room.
"Great so while Ruthie is getting the D I'll set up the candles, this is going to be so much fun ladies!"
Once the ritual is set up the gang sit in a circle inside the candles with the dildo in the center.
"Okay so for the ritual to work the dildo needs fluids from all of us on it," Grace explains.
"God Grace I'm not using a fucking dildo in front of you guys," Steph protests.
"Don't worry you freaking Prude it doesn't have to be coochie juice, you can just suck on it to coat it."
"Okay then I'm doing it first because I don't want to swap spit with you guys," Steph grabs the dildo and licks it all over before handing it to Pete who does the same. Grace takes it down her throat and Ruth & Richie share it Lady & The Tramp style getting a slightly disgusted look from Steph.
With the dildo sufficiently coated Grace returns it to the center and sits cross legged to begin the incantation.
"We invoke the name Az'zoxish, Harbinger of pain, pleasure, submission and domination-"
"Woah you didn't say anything about pain or domination," Steph calls out.
"Steph just get on board okay, it's the fun kind of pain like twisting your nipples, although I wouldn't be surprised if little Spanky neglects the foreplay," Grace says tauntingly before starting over, "We invoke the name Az'zoxish, Harbinger of pain, pleasure, submission and domination. We seek to experience feelings beyond our own realm, please make yourself known to us!"
They sit looking around for signs for a bit but nothing happens, Grace rereads the relevant page of the book and realizes the problem.
"Oh shoot I forgot to light to dildo on fire, no wonder it didn't work," she grabs the lighter and holds it next to the dildo.
"HEY don't burn that, it was expensive!" Ruth whines.
"Also you can't actually burn silicon it'll just melt," Pete adds. "Dildos would have been made of wood back when this was written.
"Whatever it's the gesture that's important it doesn't need to be perfect." Grace snips.
"I would think it actually would need to be perfect if we are trying to summon a full blown Eldritch entity," Richie comments.
With the dildo partially melted and lightly singed they wait for a sign once more, and once more nothing happens making Grace pout.
"Well that was a freaking bust, sorry guys I guess Azzy just doesn't want to play with us. Alright eff that then, I haven't had a chance to check out the sauna yet so if anyone wants to join me you know where to find me," Grace stands up and whips her sweater off as she heads out of the room.
"Hey Pete, you wanna watch the new Demon Hunter movie with us?" Richie asks.
"Apparently the demons are total fucking babes with big bouncy demon titties!" Ruth is incredibly excited about the prospect.
"Oh gee guys I'd love to but this was supposed to be a Couple's getaway for me and Steph, I feel like I should spend more time with her."
"Hey don't worry about it, I'll still be here after the movie and we're here for a week anyway, it's not every day people literally come back to life so you should spend time with them while you can. I'll be right across the hall in our room if the demon get too scawy for you," She playfully teases him and gives him a kiss before they all leave the room.
With the living room empty none of the gang see the circle of candles burn brighter or the portal opening up on the floor, nor do they see the thick tentacle wrap around the dildo and pull it back through the portal.
"Mmm... your offering is accepted mortals," utters a smokey voice as the portal closes back up.
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GRACE
The sauna is a sanctuary of heat and steam, the air thick with the scent of eucalyptus and pine. The wooden benches are smooth and worn, polished by years of use and the occasional splash of water on heated stones. Grace is draped in a soft, white bathrobe with nothing underneath, the fabric clinging to her damp skin as she lounges against the backrest, eyes closed, breath slow and steady. The warmth seeps into her muscles, relaxing every fibre of her being.
The sound of the door opening barely registers in her mind, lost in the haze of heat and relaxation. It's not until she feels a gentle, almost tentative touch on her ankle that she stirs, blinking her eyes open to a sight that makes her question if she's dozed off into a dream.
Pink tentacles, slim and graceful, are wrapping around Grace's ankle, their tips shimmering with a strange, iridescent sheen. She instinctively jerks her foot away, eyes wide as she bolts upright.
"What the Frick?" Her startled voice echoes in the small room. The tentacles pause, as if sensing her alarm, but don't retreat. Instead, they seem to study the surprised girl, wavering gently in the air.
"Holy tits, it actually worked!" Grace scoffs to herself, "I don't know why I still get surprised by that book, I've already used it to steal the souls of dozens of Dirty Dudes and I specifically Summoned a sex god..."
She watches mesmerized, as more tentacles emerge from the steam, their movements fluid and almost hypnotic. They're beautiful, in a strange, otherworldly way, and she finds herself reaching out a hand, curiosity overriding her initial shock. A tentacle quickly wraps around her wrist, its touch cool slimy and surprisingly gentle. It doesn't feel threatening, but rather... exploratory.
A soft giggle escapes her lips as another tentacle tickles my knee. She squirms, trying to pull away, but the tentacle around her wrist holds firm. It's not hurting her though, if anything it's... almost caressing her. Grace looks down at it, her heart pounding in her chest.
"This is insane but it's so hecking cool. This can't really be happening right?"
Yet, here she was, being gently fondled by tentacles in a sauna.
The tentacle around her wrist unravels, only to be joined by another. Together, they intertwine with her fingers, squeezing gently before releasing. There's a rhythm to their movements, a deliberateness that feels almost... communicative. They're not just probing Grace, they're trying to connect with her.
A tentacle brushes against her cheek, making her jump but not enough to frighten. It trails down her neck, leaving a cool, tingling sensation in its wake. Grace shivers, her breath hitching as it dips into the collar of her bathrobe.
"This is... getting really intimate, fast... And the crazy thing is, I don't think I even mind..."
Grace leans back, the tentacle still exploring the shape of her her slender neck. Her bathrobe shifts, falling open to reveal more skin. The tentacles seem to take this as an invitation, their movements becoming bolder. One slides between her breasts, making her gasp softly. Another wraps around her waist, pulling her gently towards the edge of the bench.
Her heart is really pounding now, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
"This is... intense. This is... this is freaking hot. I-I can feel my body responding, my nipples hardening, my... coochie growing wet. I've never felt anything like this before... It's like every nerve in my body is on fire, every sense heightened..."
A tentacle brushes against her lips, and Grace slowly opens her mouth without fuss, letting it slip inside to explore more. It's cool and smooth, with a faint taste of salt. It explores her warm mouth, wrapping around her tongue making her gag slightly, before sliding out again. She can't believe she's doing this, and unlike what she did with Max she's actually enjoying it, much preferring the delicate tentacles over rough ghost sex.
Her bathrobe is fully open now, her body exposed to the steam and the tentacles. They roam over her, touching, probing, caressing. One finds her plump nipple, wrapping around it, squeezing gently. She moans arching her back, pushing her heavy breast into the tentacle's embrace. It responds by tightening, its cool touch sending shivers of pleasure through her.
Another tentacle slides between Grace's legs, pressing against her pussy. She gasps harder, her hips jerking upwards. It rubs against her folds, its movements slow and deliberate. It's like it knows exactly what she needs, exactly how to touch her. She can feel her orgasm building, a slow, steady heat that starts in her core and spreads outwards.
But just as she's about to climax the tentacle pulls away. She whimpers, a sound of pure frustration after such a blissful moment in time. The tentacle around her nipple releases, sliding down her body to join the one between her legs. Together, they spread her pussy lips, opening her up nice and wide.
"OOP-" is all Grace can eek out.
One loves anal, teasing and circling, seemingly knowing she's become a big fan since fucking Max. They clearly know her sweet spot. They then both slide into her body slowly, wriggling in tiny circular motions which flow and hook to all her pleasure points.
"O-Oh my... Cheese and crackers!" She gasps, her body tensing at the sudden invasion. But the tentacles are gentle, they don't feel invasive or probing, their movements are slow and steady. They fill her completely, stretching her out, touching places inside her she never even knew existed.
They begin to move, sliding in and out of Grace in a rhythm that's both familiar and entirely alien. She can feel every slimy ridge, every sucker, as they glide against her inner walls, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her petite body.
"Oh f- Frick..." Grace had started swearing after the incident with Max but she decided she wasn't a fan after getting it out of her system, even now getting fucked by alien tentacles she personally Summoned she can't bring herself to actually swear from pleasure. She's really moaning now though, her body writhing on the bench, her hips moving in time with the tentacles' thrusts.
A third tentacle joins the others, this one smaller, more delicate. It presses against Grace's clit, rubbing in slow circles. Her eyes immediately roll back as the sensation is intense, almost overwhelming. She can feel her orgasm building again, stronger this time, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her. Her nipples are hard and throbbing, she looks down and notice two more tentacles approaching her breasts. Each one latches onto a nipple, covering the tips with their sucking ridges. They suck hard and roll over each of her nipples in turn, sending tingles rippling through the sensitive flesh. Grace feels like she's going to lose her mind from the incessant sucking from the tentacles on her nipples while the other tentacles writhe inside her, the multitude of sensations driving her rapidly toward climax.
But the tentacles still don't let her come. Not yet anyway. Grace wants to beg but worries acting like a brat will scare the tentacles, or worse anger them. They slow their movements, keeping her on the very edge, her body aching with need. She's whimpering hard now, pleading with them to let her finish. But they seem to have other plans for now.
A tentacle presses against her lips again and she opens her mouth dutifully taking it in. It slides down all the way down her throat almost reaching her stomach, filling her up and completing the circuit of pleasure. She's completely consumed, possessed, every hole penetrated, every part of her pleasured.
After overwhelming her for a while, finally, they let Grace cum. The tentacles speed up, their movements becoming harder, more insistent, feeling a bit more like the human cocks that she's used to now than the slippery limbs from before. The one in her mouth repeatedly hits the back of her throat, making her gag as her drool mixes with the slime. Grace can hear also a sloshing sound as her pussy is repeatedly speared by the tentacles one after another. The one on her clit presses down, rubbing harder, faster. The one up her ass swells to the point it feel like it might burst inside her. The tentacles fucking her pussy engorge and press hard into her G spot making her explode. The powerful orgasm rips through Grace, an ecstatic scream tearing from her throat muffled by the tentacle lodged in there. Her petite body convulses, her muscles clenching tightly around the tentacles inside her. She can feel them pulsing, their coolness turning warm, almost hot but not quite in a burning sense.
And then suddenly, they're climaxing too, filling Grace with their strange otherworldly semen. It feels like nothing she's ever felt before, certainly when compared to human cum she might never go back. Creamy, thick and warm, spreading through her, coating every inch of her insides. It fills her mouth, her pussy, her ass, even her stomach is coated. She's consumed by it, possessed by it. She is theirs, completely and utterly.
As suddenly as they came, the tentacles retreat, sliding out of her, leaving her empty and aching. Grace collapses back onto the bench, her body coated in a sheen of sweat and alien jizz. She's panting heavily, her heart pounding, body still trembling with the aftershocks of her otherworldly orgasm. Before Grace would have been so scared and worried about semen staying inside her but there was something about the taste of it; it was incredibly delicious and almost addicting.
"I guess it was just meant to be an internal decoration after all..."
She looks down at her quivering body, at the warm sticky liquid dripping from her holes, and can't help but laugh. This was supposed to be a relaxing trip to the sauna and she instead got fucked by amorous alien tentacles! Anyone else would say this was the craziest, most fucked up experience of their life, but for Grace it's just another day for the Keeper of the the Black Book and Champion of the Lords In Black. In the most fucked up way she is just truly relaxed and zenned out.
As she lays there, basking in the afterglow, she feels something brushing her hand. She looks down to see a small tentacle nuzzling on her like a puppy would, she giggles softly as she gently strokes it, blissfully content to just sit here, coated in tentacle cum, truly relaxed for the first time in... well, arguably ever. Who needs a massage when you can have this?
Grace closes her eyes, a warm smile playing on her lips as she eventually drifts off into a satisfied, sated sleep.
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RUTH
Ruth still isn't used to being alive again yet so she burns out faster than before, especially after hooking up with Richie, at the end of another long day she starts to get ready for bed. She showers away all the stress of the day since she's no longer allergic to soap and gets changed into her pyjamas, which for this trip is just an oversized shirt and a big pair of panties. Then she puts in her night retainer before she climbs into bed and nestles under the covers.
"Ugh don't get me wrong I'm really fucking thankful for Grace bringing me back to life but I mean... Couldn't she have also fixed my freaking misaligned teeth while she was at it?" She grumbles before quickly falling asleep.
Later Ruth is roused from her slumber by a strange feeling, as if something is wrapping itself around her ankle. But that's silly of course, there's only the five of them here and they've all been very clear that they don't want to touch her like that apart from Richie. She shakes her leg to shift the covers and make the feeling go away, but instead it just gets tighter. Then another warm thing wraps itself around her other ankle like a rope.
At this point Ruth thinks someone is trying to tie her up as a prank.
"Okay guys good one, you really got me. Is that you my Sekkusupapa? We haven't tried any bondage shit yet, I'm surprised you're being so kinky without being prompted," She kicks out with one leg, but her foot never hits anything, just empty space. Then she feels a strong force pulling her ankles and she's suddenly wisked out of bed, gasping as the covers fall into a pile below her. She's now being held in the air upside down by the ankles, her big shirt falls down around her head, blinding her and exposing the rest of her surprisingly good body (normally buried under her bulky sweater and unflattering pants) at the same time. Her nipples stiffen at the touch of the cool air, bouncing upside down as she's jerked around, and her crotch suddenly feels very vulnerable despite the panties covering it, like she was starring in a remake of Poltergeist.
"Oh Ha Ha Pete, is this all just your elaborate way of seeing my titties? You know you only have to ask and I'll show them any time, you don't have to rig up a freaking pulley system like we're back in theatre class."
And then, suddenly... Ruth can see again.
The shirt is grabbed by something and ripped clean off her body. Her mystery captor is now partially visible in the dim light but it's not what she was expecting at all. Rather than seeing any of her friends or her Sekkusupapa, instead thick limb-like tentacles emerge from under her bed. They dance around the suspended girl with no bones, like the tendrils of a mythical creature from the deep sea. Two of them are wrapped around her ankles, holding her upside down in the air, keeping her legs slightly spread apart. Then one hangs in front of her face, and she manages to catch a glimpse to examine it for a moment. The shaft of the thing holding & securing her is a deep purple, patterned with muscular ridges hiding under a slimy smooth surface. Ruth still believes her friends are somehow behind this, because what the hell else could it be?
"Wow this is very impressive work, super creative guys. Steph did you help out with this one?"
The tip of the tentacle has the same bulbous bell-like shape as the tip of a cock. However, instead of a small slit at the very tip it has a strange anus-like sphincter. It suddenly jerks forward, pressing itself to her lips.
"Ooh you guys are low-key freaks huh?"
Its tip is shaped like a cock and looks like an anus, and as a card carrying (albeit technically dead) bisexual Ruth knows how to please both of those. Tentatively she lets her tongue slide out of her mouth, circling it around the alien cock in front of her. The cockhead shudders, presumably with pleasure as it clenches. Then she turns her attention to the asshole sphincter, lapping her tongue across it before pressing and pushing at it, trying to work her way into it so she can please it with thrusting motions. It feels so strange and somewhat humiliating, pleasing a cock and eating out an asshole at the same time, especially that of a strange unknown creature that's directing her to tongue fuck it.
Then suddenly it pushes fully into her mouth. The warm slimy tentacle tastes like an impossibly sweet cock. It thrusts back and forth with small motions, making Ruth salivate and coat it with her saliva as it violates her mouth. A sugary fluid leaks from its tip and she can't help but suckle on it like the nectar of the gods, doing her best to swallow as much as possible while dangling upside down. Soon she feels more tentacles wrapping around her body, their damp slick surfaces cool and sticky against your skin, flushed hot with a strange excitement as she finally realizes this isn't her friend's doing. They hold her tightly, as if she's in the grip of a huge fist, and then she feels one worming its way under the waistband of her big panties. She can feel its warmth sliding over her wetting folds and it keeps going on, pushing between her buttocks and out the other side of her underwear. Its constant slithering feels like it's continuously grinding against her, until it suddenly halts. The tentacle pulls upwards, tearing off her panties, and leaving her whole body exposed.
(O-Okay that was really fucking hot, I really wish Grace would touch me like that...)
Ruth is held up being displayed completely nude before being rotated by the tentacles wrapped around her stomach until she's held level above the bed, as if lying on thin air. Her legs are spread by the two alien limbs around her ankles, making her holes even more easily accessible, while two more move towards her ample breasts. They wrap themselves around her tits, squeezing and massaging them with their body while the cockhead shaped tips move towards her nipples. Their sphincter-like openings latch onto her, suckling at her nubs making sure they're as stiff as possible and sending pleasing sensations shuddering through her chest, making her moan around the tentacle fucking her mouth and throat.
The tentacles seem to work in pairs, as another two crawl between her legs. One probes her wet slit, its tip investigating her from clit to hole, whilst the other plunges between her cheeks. Ruth can feel its sticky warmth against her asshole, probing it firmly, before oozing a cool liquid onto it as the tentacle seems to realise how tight that hole is from lack of use. As it starts to push inside her she feels the other catch at the entrance to her hairy pussy, and then both tentacle cocks plunge inside her at once, the double penetration forcing her to moan loudly. All three of her penetrators start to fuck her vigorously, thusting in and out of each of her holes, at first in sync but they slowly drift in and out of an alternating rhythm. She feels a slow thickening of their shafts as the cocks fuck away, slowly stretching her pussy and ass wider and wider and making her feel more and more full. Eventually she can't quite believe how wide her pussy lips look, stretched around that thick, purple tentacle cock as it pumps in and out of her cunt, she's only seen pussies look like this in porn.
After getting fucked from all angles for a while she begins noticing weird bulges sliding along the tentacles.
Thick round lumps start to move along the tentacles around her body, slowly getting closer and closer to the tips fucking and toying with her holes. The first of them slide down the tentacle fucking her warm throat, and she can feel it pull back up. She feels the sphincter at its tip open and close with each bulge, her tongue exploring as it deposits load after load of thick, sticky, salty yet weirdly sweet alien cum into her mouth. Then the bulges reach the tentacle deep inside her ass, and she can feel her tight hole stretching as the orbs pass through it before they're deposited inside. They don't just feel like cum though this time... Whilst there is now definitely alien semen oozing into and out of her anus, it feels like her rectum is full of small fairly solid objects as well. As Ruth comtemplates that she might have just been anally impregnated with alien eggs, she sees one large singular bulge heading towards her pussy. It's a good job the tentacles has been getting her holes accustomed to larger objects, as this huge egg would absolutely not be getting inside her womb otherwise. She can feel it pressing at her wet lips, threatening to push inside her snatch like a huge knot, until the tentacle squeezes hard enough and she feels her pussy give up the resistance allowing the bulge inside to complete its journey. Filled with a feeling of intense pleasure Ruth moans and writhes, and she can see her new egg make her belly bulge slightly too. The tentacles seem to have completed their job, spurting more cum into her holes and painting her body, before suddenly pulling out and letting her fall onto her bed.
"*cough* Holy shit, that was incredible... Richie is going to be so freaking jealous that I got fucked by tentacles before he did..."
Physically spent Ruth drops off back to sleep without cleaning herself up.
In the morning she wakes up wearing her pyjamas, sunlight streaming in through her window.
"Ugh that dream I had last night was awfully strange... Like, I was freaking impregnated by alien tentacles! It felt super real though, I kind of wish it was..."
She sits up in bed, her skin feeling damper than usual considering she doesn't sweat as a Revenant, and as she does so she feels a strange tightness in her crotch. Reaching a hand under the bed covers she finds no noticeable bulge in her stomach, but there is something strange going on under her panties. She quickly strips them off, examining it with one hand. It's warm and fleshy, and it stiffens and rises in her grip. In shock, she pull the covers off of her body, and she finds a thick purple tube sprouting out of her sensitive pussy. Its tip looks just like those of the tentacles from her bizarre dream, a cockhead with an anus like sphincter. Its base disappears into her snatch, filling her pleasurably like an inverted sex toy, and it's a good thing because as she jerks it she finds it's firmly fixed inside and refuses to budge. The motion of her hand along the thick rigid shaft of her new alien cock feels extremely good though.
"Fuck me it was all real, I can definitely get used to this..."
Ruth wraps her fingers firmly around the tentacle cock protruding from her cunt. It's thicker than most dildos she's used, she's only just able to get her fingers around it. But she knew that already from how much it's stretching her pussy, fixed unmovingly inside it. She rubs her fingers up and down the shaft, and feels a swell of pleasure from it. It doesn't feel all that different to touching her clit, but it's way more satisfying being able to grip it in her hand. She then realises there's nothing stopping her from touching her clit at the same time too, so her other hand gets in on the action as well. She rubs her bean while she strokes the alien cock, her thumb teasing the flared base of its head, and she can feel an orgasm building up from all of this strange sensation. The shaft throbs in her grip, and then she feels something welling up from deep inside herself. The tentacle thickens in her cunt as something pushes through it, and that pushes Ruth over the edge, making her cum hard around the shaft. Liquid spurts from the tip of her cool alien cock like a burst pipe all over her bed. Once she eventually runs dry she collapses back onto the bed panting.
"Shit this thing is super sensitive, I'll need to remember that for future use... Man my clothes and sheets are soaked, I should probably wash this jizz off my body, she sighs as she heads to the bathroom.
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RICHIE
Richie squirms during the night, it is very cold but as a Revenant it doesn't affect him like it used to. Still he feels uncomfortable, sweat pours down his barely sleeping body.
Dreams are scattered, unfocused, confused, quick.
He feels a powerful tension, as if something is trying to grow from within...
With a sharp gasp he wakes up from the dream, covered in sweat, his Evangelion blankets twisted and tucked around him, trapping him, forcing him to struggle to free himself from their grasp. He walks almost drunkenly to the bathroom to wash his face, feeling uncomfortably overheated.
Looking up into the mirror, he stumbles backwards in surprise: he doesn't look like Richie anymore. The base is still apparent but he appears muscular and toned, his blue hair is thick and lush, his skin is clear from zits and in fact inhumanely smooth, face manly and feminine at the same time to give a masculine fertile appearance.
"Wow, this must be because of Grace's ritual, I look Hella good baka like Handsome Squidward..."
His hand drifts down as it usually did when he woke up and, perhaps the most shocking new development, five extremely long and very thick penises now hang from his crotch, much larger than humanly possible.
"NANI?? Must remember to thank Grace in a way that isn't weird."
Touching one, a shock of intense pleasure sweeps through his body; he whimpers and has to sit on the cold floor from the sheer force of it. Inspecting his new massive genitals, he estimates that they each must be about two feet long and about three to four inches thick. Richie cautiously touch the head of one, once again feeling that shock of pleasure, and are amazed to see it actually grow even longer.
Experimenting further he begins stroking his new cocks, near-orgasmic pleasure shooting through him in waves as they all begin to grow in length to around five feet each... and suddenly, as he begins to lose himself in the delirium of his enthusiastic self-pleasuring, they start moving on their own.
"What the-"
One dives between his legs and grinds up and down between his butt cheeks, occasionally pushing at his tight virgin butthole, another wraps seductively around his neck, rubbing against his quivering lips as it chokes him, two wrap around the main one he's been touching, stimulating both it and themselves with their slithering strokes.
Unable to hold himself back, Richie moans in ecstasy as his tentacle-cocks plunge into his butt and mouth, fucking him faster and harder as his pleasure builds to heights well beyond normal human endurance, the two pounding his central cock moving so fast as to be barely visible, soon he yells aloud as alien sperm explodes everywhere, blasting all over the floor tile, cabinets and walls... And then everything goes black.
As the morning sun creeps in through the crack in the curtains Richie stirs and pushes himself up off the floor, he realizes he must have passed out from the unrelenting force of his otherworldly climax. Looking around there is jizz everywhere; from the floor up to the ceiling, even Richie himself is completely covered in the heady smelling liquid.
His tentacles-cocks are still inside his ass, each taking turns to bury themselves deep within him.
He smiles to himself as he realizes it wasn't a dream.
"I actually have tentacle cocks? Ruthie and my Asuka love pillow is about to experience whole new feelings-"
"Shooting Shiola Richie, what the Frick?"
He quickly turns to see Grace standing at the door in her thin nightgown with her hand over her mouth and small pink tentacles on each shoulder like birds.
"Grace-Chan, Mitame to wa chigau!"
"I have no idea what that means, why the heck is there spunk all over the bathroom?"
Grace's eyes widen as she clocks Richie's tentacle dicks and nods in awkward acknowledgement.
"Well I guess that answers that question, I suppose the ritual works different for boys. So did you have fun? I had a great time with my little peanuts in the sauna and again this morning."
"Let's just say my orgasm power level was over 9000!"
Just then Ruth comes through naked with a purple tentacle sticking out of her pussy.
"What up sluts? Jesus Richie you look like Randy Marsh, you could have at least aimed towards the toilet instead of just spraying it like a loose firehose, this is how Grace's mom caught you the first time."
"Your not so little boyfriend here underwent a significant hentai transformation as a result of the ritual," Grace looks down at Ruth's crotch, "I see you also had some slippery fun last night."
Ruth strokes her tentacle.
"Oh yeah that slimy bitch is lodged up there real good, I think it laid eggs in me so I guess I'm a mom now right?"
"Um actually you would be the incubator," Richie chimes in, "God Ruth haven't you ever seen the classic movie Alien?"
"Pookie you know full well I've seen Alien, you made me watch it before sex."
"Wow Richie you really need to work on your pre-game. Now normally I wouldn't set foot in a goon cave but I really need to pee so I don't really have a choice right now."
Her pet tentacles suddenly run down her arms to find a clean towel and lay it on the floor for her.
"Oh wow so you're like their queen or something right?" Ruth asks watching the slimy critters work.
"I guess so, I mean I am the one who conducted the ritual and Summoned them so I'll have to ask Azzy what my official title it, I don't think I can actually control them but they are very eager to please me."
The tentacles lift up her nightgown and slide down her panties so she can sit on the toilet after asking Richie to look away first.
"So have you guys seen Steph and Pete yet?" she asks, "I wonder how their big night of tentacle fun went."
"I doubt they actually went through with anything tentacle related, Stephanie especially was not really in board with the whole thing from the start," Richie points out, grunting as his dicks finally pull out of his ass.
"I'm sure she tried it out at least once," Ruth adds while staring at Richie's new dicks, "She's not exactly a buttoned up Prude like Grace was you know. Hey Gracie once your done peeing you wanna join me and Richie-San in our room? We can all explore and experiment with each other's tentacles."
"You know what, why the eff not? I wasn't expecting to get any dick of any kind on this trip so it'll be good to keep my skills sharp for when I return to my mission."