Helena’s secret
Killjoy 2017

At two in the morning, the farm house was as still as it could be, little more than the sound of crickets outside and the breeze passing through the trees. That is until a loose board in the floor let out a creak that seemed much louder than it should have.

A small shadow cast over the door to Ropes and Fyr’s bedroom which ever so slowly opened, their daughter creeping in with all of the stealthfulness her feline heritage allowed. She paused just inside the doorway, ears perked to take in the room and its occupants to assure they were sound asleep. It was easy to judge if her father was asleep as he snored but her mother was much harder, especially since she slept on the side of the bed farthest from the door with a demon puma blocking the view of her.

Helena made her way on tip toes closer to the bed and peered over her father, thankfully finding her mother rolled on her side facing away. Her eyes then turned to her father who was also on his side but facing her, sheets nearly covering his head. After a moment’s wait, the little hybrid took hold of her nightshirt and lifted it up over her head, leaving herself fully nude in the moonlight which shown through the window; seemingly picking the perfect spot on the floor to highlight her as though it were a spot light above a stage waiting for the star of the show to arrive.

Her father had always been a very sound sleeper and even his old fashion wind-up alarm clock struggled to rouse him mornings. This was a fact that Helena exploited, along with the fact that Ropes’ tentacle shared a trait with those of octopuses, in that they seemed to have a mind of their own and would act even when the big cat himself was sound asleep.

Carefully, she lifted the sheet up and peaked in, looking to see if any of his extra limbs were resting over his side and found two of them were there, curled by his belly and legs. With a feather light touch, she ran a fingertip along one and grinned as the green appendage trembled and lifted, arching in a manner similar to that of a cobra about to strike. Again she touched it, but this time her finger slid across the phallic tip to coax it into following her hand out from under the sheets.

Despite its obvious lack of eyes, her father’s tendril tracked her hand to the floor and then to her where Helena guided it up before her and wrapped her arms about it, hugging it like an old friend. The tendril pressed itself into her affections, rubbing its tip against her cheek.

Helena nuzzled against it and let her fingers slide along its smooth flesh, slowly closing her hands about it to offer more of a stroking motion, knowing it would get the message. Her nuzzling turned to a kiss, her lips against its tip till she tasted a flavor she know all too well; the first droplet of pre escaping its slit. Her hand ran down its length lower and pulled it closer, pressing her mound to it to grind against, feeling how quickly her own wetness spread over it.

With little effort, she led the phallic limb down over her budding chest and belly till her fingers ringed about it just behind the head and pressed it to her folds, rubbing to mingle their natural lubes before easing it upwards and into her. Helena bit her bottom lip to fight the moan that was struggling to escape due to the feeling of the tendril invading her, moving of its own accord to slither deeply into her youthful depths till it finally bottomed out within her.

A soft throbbing coursed through her father’s tendril, each heart beat like pulse bringing with it a warmth she knew was more of its over abundant pre spilling out into in little jets. Her trembling hand pulled back on it to draw a couple inch of the thick length free before it slipped wetly between her fingers back to the limits of her passage, bumping her cervix once more.

Helena sank onto the floor, rolling onto her back with her knees up and her legs spread. It was all she could do to keep herself quiet as that tendril followed its instinct, its head flaring out slightly before it set to motion; drawing back half way and then thrusting forward. Again and again, it works itself about within her, occasionally twisting or bending to rub itself against her walls in different ways or slide along her swollen clit mid thrust.

Cupping one hand tightly over her mouth, her other caressed one of her small breasts and the nipple perched upon it, giving the stiff nub a pinch just to heighten her pleasure. Her hand then drifted lower to her loins where her fingers sought out her clit to tease, pressing down on it to feel the tendril gliding back and forth against it. Her eyes were closed and almost in tears as she fought to keep from making a sound. Then, with little warning, her legs clamped shut around her father’s tendril and her body convulsed, writhing with the throws of her first orgasm of the night.

This did little to slow that length’s actions, only serving to spur it on as it unyieldingly pounded against her and her rippling inner walls. Between its pre and her own climactic release, the wet sounds of their union were becoming more noticeable in the silence of the house; only her father’s snoring drowning it out.

Putting her foot against the tendril, she managed to pull it free with a slopping pop and rolled onto her side panting.

Not intent on giving her a breather, the tendril pushed and prodded against her insistently until her hands took hold of it.

Helena moved onto her belly and lifted onto her knees to raise her rear into the air; her tail dropped to the side. Guiding her father’s tendril behind her, she pressed its well lubed tip to her pucker and sucked in when it obediently followed her direction. Wet or not, its girth offered a burn when it pushed past her ring, stretching her as it wriggled its way in.

The limb found far more room to play about than it had before and fed nearly a foot and half of itself in between her cheeks, spilling more pre along the route of its journey.

Helena clawed at the carpet with one hand whilst the other held her belly, feeling how it budged and shifted due to the intruder. Once she had grown accustom to it, the little hybrid relaxed and moved her hand from her belly to her now vacant sex, teasing between her loose folds.

“Can’t have too much of a good thing…” she whispered and reached up for the bed, fishing under the sheets for another of her father’s tendrils she saw there before. She slowly pulled it down and bumped its tip to her sopping wet sex, not surprised with how quickly it too notice and dove into her.

Despite their similarities and source, both tendrils moved at different paces and with different levels of force. The newest one worked itself back and forth but never pulling back more than half way while the other kept fully hilted within her backside, squirming around more than drawing back.

Helena found herself in her original pose once again, one hand desperately gripping her muzzle while the other ground a fingertip against her clit. It took only seconds for her body to tense, muscles squeezing about both of her partners before succumbing to another climax.

It was this that kicked the twins into gear, both of them mirroring one another now as they sped up, one pushing in when the other pulled back so that there was never a moment where Helena wasn’t being penetrated.

She could feel the two of them pushing together against the fleshen barrier which separated them within her and then the one in her sex suddenly shifted, dragging the flared rim of it head across her g-spot with every thrust. Helena quickly brought both hands to her muzzle and held on for dear life, barely muffling the whimpering cries of yet another intense orgasm.

Helena cracked an eye open when she felt something else touching her, that eye widening when she realized her father’s other two tendrils had been attracted by the commotion and were searching for some fun of their own. Without hesitating, she grabbed for one of them and stuffed it into her mouth, nearly choking from her over exuberance.

A spurt of pre splattered the back of her throat when the tendril responded to the warmth suddenly surrounding it. Without need for direction, it set into a slow rhythm between her lips; knowing just how deeply to go so as to not cause her to gag.

All was going well until Helena had a moment of clarity and realized she no longer heard her father snoring. Sharing her discovery, the tendrils had also paused with the last free one arched up as if it were looking at its owner. Helena froze in place, eyes wide in fear.

“Zzzzzzz…” Ropes let out, shifting in his sleep into a better position.

Helena sank limply against the floor, overcome with relief but trembled when the tendrils resumed their assault.

Not willing to be left out, the final limb tracked down its brethren and nuzzled in between the pair. There were only two holes to go around but that wasn’t going to stop a needy tendril; it choosing to join the lower of the two. It was a tight fit but with some effort, it managed to sink into the hybrid’s pussy alongside the other, giving her more of a stretching that she’d had before.

Helena whined out around the tendril in her mouth and grabbed for it but the length was too slippery to stop, both of them now occupying her passage. All she could do now was to surrender to them, allow them to have her and after the initial discomfort, she was loving every second of it.

It was all becoming a blur with pleasure from every angle, the feeling of all four of those wonderful tendrils pounding away at her was quickly becoming too much and then it hit, all of them swelling with the fiery bursts of her father’s cum unloading into her. The overwhelming quantities of it, the heat of it, her body couldn’t resist and instantly reached another climax to throw her small form into fits of ecstasy.

Cum leaked and jetted from both ends as her depths were filled and then some, whiteness even bursting from her nose as she tried to gulp it down. This went on for at least a minute before those green hoses finally gave in, all four pulling free together with a gush of cum in tow.

Helena could do little more than lay there gasping for breath, trembling in the pool of fluids that surrounded her. Given time, she managed to recover enough to get onto all fours, then to unsteady legs. She picked up her nightshirt and pulled it between her legs to help contain the river of seed that threatened to escape her. Without a word, she staggered outside and closed the door behind her.

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“Ropes!!!” her mother’s shrill scream snapped her from her slumber, Helena glancing to her bedroom door where she could hear her mother scolding her father about having another of his wet dreams and soaking the carpet. Oh how tired and sore her body felt but it was all worth it, it was so amazing as always but she couldn’t help feeling guilty for getting her father in trouble as often as she did. She knew it wasn’t his fault but… That was her little secret.