After so much time spent carefully creeping through the forest, you finally found what you came here for: a flower with some particular medicinal properties. You place it inside your satchel, along with an assortment of other flowers simply because they look nice. There are plenty within this little clearing; it's quite a pretty sight.

You almost feel silly for being so cautious and alert this whole time. You had been warned against exploring here alone. "It's too dangerous," they said. Yet you barely had any trouble making it this far.

Were you just lucky? Or did they really underestimate you that badly? It wouldn't entirely surprise you.

What does surprise you is the sudden loud rustling of foliage right next to you. What also surprises you is the sudden tug on your right leg, just as you had lifted your left into the air.

You fall face-first into the dirt. It seems that you had let your guard down a little too soon. Your leg is ensnared by some kind of rubbery tentacle, and it's slowly dragging you toward the foliage from which it has emerged.

You turn your body around using your arms, then push back against the creature's pull with the muscles in your left leg. It isn't able to drag you any farther now, but it isn't letting go of you either.

You don't have time for this. You also do not want to die. You draw your sword from its scabbard and slice right through the tentacle in one strike. What remains of it recoils back into the foliage. It did not appear to be bleeding, though you have no time to dwell on this fact.

You scramble up off the ground as two more tentacles emerge. You aren't able to get away from them in time, one immediately latching on to your sword arm and the other on to your adjacent leg. Hardly a moment passes before another two grab hold of your remaining limbs. This seems bad.

They begin to tighten their grip, coiling around your limbs as they attempt to pull you in. You struggle and pull back with all of your might. The creature seems unable to budge you even an inch, but you are completely unable to break free from its grasp.

As this tug of war with your own body continues, yet another tentacle reveals itself and creeps toward you ever so slowly.

This one seems different. Aside from how uniquely it's moving, it looks like it ends in an almost tongue-like shape with a small hole at the tip. You turn your head away from it as it approaches your face, but it's no use.

It feels moist as it brushes up against your face, sliding around until it finds its way into your mouth. You try biting down on it but it doesn't react at all, only sliding deeper into your mouth.

You almost gag on it as it approaches the back of your throat. It stops moving, then it repeatedly squirts out some kind of substance that you are unable to keep yourself from swallowing on reflex. As you cough and sputter, the tentacle retracts from your mouth with a strand of saliva trailing along with it.

You don't feel any different yet, but you know that whatever it just did can't be good. You fear that perhaps you are about to die.

You're glistening with sweat as you continue to struggle in vain. You don't know how much longer you'll be able to keep this up, and you suspect that it isn't going to matter now, but you try to hold out for as long as you can anyway.

Your resistance doesn't last long. Rather than gradually running out of strength, you find that quite suddenly every single muscle in your body completely gives up all at once.

Your sword falls from your limp hand. You're pulled forward as you fall onto your back, being dragged through the foliage that has obscured your view of this creature the entire time.

As you're pulled through to the other side, you finally get a good look at your captor. It's an amorphous mass that's larger than yourself, with many tentacles coming out of every side of the thing. You don't see any sort of mouth on it, which is a bit of a relief. In fact, you're not quite sure why, but you don't really feel afraid at all anymore.

Once you're pulled close, some thicker stronger tentacles slide across your torso and work with the others to pull you up against the creature. It feels sort of squishy. It's not too uncomfortable; it even feels sort of nice. Actually, all of this is starting to feel pretty good to you somehow.

Your face is heating up just a little bit. You become aware of how uncomfortably tight your pants have gotten against your dick, and of the slight moisture that now sits down there. You're a little surprised at yourself, but it is what it is. You suppose that maybe this won't be so bad after all.

A different tentacle slides into your mouth this time. It slides all the way down your throat and keeps going, but for some reason, it isn't making you gag at all. It almost feels kind of good somehow, if perhaps a little strange.

You also feel a much smaller tentacle poking around your rear end. It seems to give up after a few moments, at which point a pair of other tentacles start feeling around the area. One of them slips into your undergarments and feels around in there. It gives a little push against your hole once it finds it, drawing out a small huff from you. You actually feel disappointed when it draws back away.

The pair of tentacles that had been feeling around now latch on to the waistbands of the clothing standing in their way, tugging and pulling on them until you're fully exposed. You're so hard down there that it's honestly quite a relief.

With nothing left in its way, the smaller tentacle from earlier inserts itself straight into your ass. It feels a bit slimy and has no trouble sliding deeper and deeper inside you. Your dick really starts to leak more. You're not sure if you should be enjoying this as much as you are; you even wish the tentacle sliding inside you now were bigger.

You can't think straight at all. You feel good, but you wish this thing would do more to you. You wish it would do something with your dick. You wish it would actually fuck you instead of just snaking this small thing farther and farther inside you. You feel close, but none of this is enough to do any more than edge you. You can hardly stand it.

At some point, the tentacle that had gone down your throat slides back out and goes away. You miss it; you wish it would come back. It takes a moment, but you manage to realize how empty your stomach feels. You shouldn't be that hungry yet. You wonder whether this thing really just stole the food right out of your stomach. That's certainly what it seems like.

Is that all it's going to do to you? Steal everything it can from inside your intestines? Maybe you should be thankful it isn't eating your intestines too or something horrible like that, but you just feel disappointed and frustrated — for a few moments at least. For some reason, you can't quite seem to hold on to that feeling.

It's hard to think about anything other than how good it feels to have this thing's tentacles wrapped around you, how good it feels to have it inside you, and how badly you just want to come already.

You're not sure how much time has passed when the smaller tentacle finally withdraws from your ass. Your muscles still aren't responding, but you manage a small whine. "It's not fair," you tell yourself. You're so close. Inside your mind you're begging, pleading for this thing to fuck you, or jerk you off, or something, anything.

You're surprised when suddenly the tongue-like tentacle from before pushes into your mouth again. This time it doesn't exactly slide into your throat: it's more like it's making out with you almost. It feels pretty nice.

Before you can even start wishing for it to do something more to you again, a kind of hollow tentacle slides its opening over your dick, beginning to undulate and suck on you. You don't even last three seconds before exploding into it, each spasm shooting out more seed for it to suck up. Indeed it siphons every last drop.

You feel just a bit of disappointment over that last part being over so quickly, but the disappointment too is short-lived. You quickly realize that your dick hasn't softened even a little bit, nor has this thing stopped sucking on you and making out with you. It all feels just as amazing as it did moments ago, and it seems you're both more than ready for round 2.

As it continues to "kiss" and suck on you, the thick tentacles holding your body against it start to wrap around your torso. You're being squeezed all over now, and you're almost surprised how good that feels to you.

You're pulled a little away from the creature as its tentacles work together to lift you into the air. They bend your legs and bind your arms behind your back. You wonder what it's doing until you once again feel a tentacle shove itself inside your ass, but this one is much thicker than before.

It doesn't try to go all the way inside you this time: it goes just far enough to make you feel the greatest amount of pleasure, then pulls back out before slamming back in. It's actually fucking you just like you wanted earlier, all while squeezing, kissing, and sucking you too.

You can't stop yourself from moaning at this point. You've never even imagined feeling something this amazing. You can't even think of why you're here now; you're simply lost in the moment and the overwhelming pleasure.

All the sensations seem to build, your moans escalating. You're getting close again, and just when you think you've felt the greatest thing you'll ever feel, another tentacle very gently wraps around your balls and gives them just a slight pull.

You're immediately sent over the edge. There's no restraint in the noises you make as you come more forcefully than you ever have in your life. Your spasms all feel like they last a little longer than before. They certainly seem to be shooting out more than before, and you think you even have a greater number of spasms this time before finally settling down.

But you don't really settle down completely. You're impressed to find that your dick feels just as hard as ever, and this thing is showing no signs of slowing down with you. You didn't expect this at all, but you couldn't be happier to go another round.

The relentless kissing, squeezing, sucking, and fucking all get you to come again in due time. This time isn't any more intense than the last, but shockingly you're unsure sure if this was any less intense either. Even more unbelievably, you feel just as ready for another round as you did before. You don't know how that's even possible.

The creature continues to have its way with you, and you wouldn't have it any other way. After some time, it squirts a familiar substance into your mouth and you swallow it down without even thinking about it.

You lose track of how many times you come, or how many times it squirts that stuff into your mouth before you stop thinking about it. As time goes on you think less and less, until your mind goes completely blank.

You're drowning in the pleasure you feel all over. You can't focus on anything else. You barely notice when there is another who has been caught within this creature's grasp, and you end up paying that fact no mind. You are only vaguely aware of when your surroundings become dark and then light again; you have no concept of time.

The kissing, squeezing, sucking, and fucking never stops nor slows down. Eventually, you start to feel weaker somehow. You feel tired, even as you continue to come repeatedly. You can't stop your eyes from closing.

Even as you see nothing, for a short time you continue to feel all of those wonderful sensations.

And then you feel nothing.