A Commission
Beauty and the best that just happened to have tentacles

Lenora had prospered quite well, despite an unusual upbringing. One would assume she’d amount to nothing, perhaps even less than nothing, given she was banished and cast out of her rather prestigious family in her youth. There were rumors, even now, especially now, as to why such an event unfolded, but it was always speculative at best. Truth was, nobody knew, and even if they got the truth of the matter, the imagination and fabrications of reality were always just so much more delectable. 

This casting out, a happening that occurred hundreds of years ago, inching toward the thousand mark, didn’t seem to steal the wind from Lenora’s sails though, instead, she used it as motivation to be… well, what she now was: An old, rich and eccentric gem and jewelry merchant. The elf now lived a life of shameful luxury, wanting and needing for not. She’d long since stepped away from her business operations proper, leaving that in the capable hands of her self-trained servant; Rita. She shed the trapping of the city life, where such a business prospered wildly, and retreated to her estate lodged between a forest, and woods. Some might think the distinction between forest and woods was merely semantics, but to an Elf, they knew the difference. 

The massive estate wasn’t even properly tended to, for she owned as far as the eye could see, but the estate itself was built in such a naturalistic way that stone, rock, and wood seemed to marry into each other, not quite being itself, but adopting traits of the other which meant it didn’t much require tending per se. It was hardly unusual to notice that the foundations, marble and crafted meticulously, housed roots of trees that blistered through the solid substance and it looked aesthetically pleasing, a bio-engineering marvel that only fused together over time. 

This is not to say that the estate wasn’t bustling with maids of all shapes and sizes – the only quality that they shared was their distinct lack of age… And of course, the general uniform that they wore: White stockings, black flats, a fetching choker and some took to a short apron skirt. But they weren’t really here to tend to the property as to tend to themselves, others, guests (if they so wanted), and Lenora herself. 

Mainly Lenora herself. 

Each maid had their own compelling, complex, and courageous backstory. Heartbreaking, truth be told. But all the same, Lenora had a soft spot in her heart for rescuing those that needed rescuing. Society can be so cruel, but not as cruel as what the general consensus  was against Futas. Much of her staff were extraordinarily gifted, and shunned, for that merit alone. 

Lenora was all too willing to provide shelter and eased lifestyle for societies downtrodden and desperately in need. 

Suffice it to say, it was better than any palace or castle the best had to offer. Her venue wasn’t often traveled to, but when it was, it was envied and the wonder was brought to the ears of others through carefully worded descriptions that usually piggybacked onto themselves, eventually sputtering to a stop with the final thought being, ‘Words couldn’t hope to describe it.’ 

Lenora, once a proud and thirsty youth with hair as red as fire which matched her ambitions, was no longer youthful, nor red-haired. It was in Lenora’s youth that she’d happened upon unusual events that resulted in snatching her hair color from her, from crimson to ivory, and outcasted her from her family. 

That was long, long ago and even the natural long life cycle of an elf lost its effect and Lenora adopted the full embrace of being old. This is not to say that she wasn’t exceptionally alluring, quite the opposite, age had only made her all the more ravishing,  like elven wine. Aged to perfection.

The truth was though, that her hair did not drain from age, as many would 

Lenora awoke in her bed. It was comfortable and magically laced with spells that not only encouraged sleep but to calm the mind, to make a rest divine. The sheets were spun from the elusive Dwarven Silk Worm, along with the pillows. To cultivate such a substance was mind-boggling and could not be duplicated by any but the race which gave the worm its name. 

The Autumn morning was chilly, but not uncomfortable. Lenora is awoken by a pair of young cheerful sisters, each wearing nothing at all. No, not even their typical uniforms, those were eschewed the moment they stepped into the room housing a slumbering Lenora. The pressed and pristine white and black articles trailed toward the bed. All that remained on the sisters? Obsidian flats and their chokers. 

The manner in which Lenora was woken, the lack of attire by all in the room, were all perfectly natural and normal in this home. These sisters were, in fact, sisters, even though they had a drastic difference between them, one sported a full-fledged cock and pussy, the other just a normal run of the mill female. The Futanari, Lulu, and the ordinary female, Rachel, were stunning and sensational. They were also extremely young. To be involved with them would be, well, frowned on by society, but these sisters were more apt to sexual expression than most, their want and need would make even a seasoned prostitute blush. And yet, they looked so sweet and innocent, even if they were performing such depraved acts. They were a paradoxical marvel. 

It was on account of Lulu housing both genitals that she was excommunicated from her house, cast out like an abomination. Rachel followed. It was under the loving embrace and eyes of Lenora that the sisters began to openly express the love that they shared for each other. They didn’t love each other, they were lovers. 

Lenora stirred awake, the sound of suckling could be heard. It wasn’t noisy, or thirsty, it was the low rhythmic hum of steadily paced drinking. She became away of forms flanking her, heads latched and stilled on her chest, lips curling her nipple, drinking. 

Lazy hands went to the top of there head, “Hey now, that is enough Mothers Milk for you two. You two are insatiable.” She playfully shooed them away from the job that they so diligently preformed.  

Lenora laughed a smile as they continued to nurse on her ample bosom, “You can satisfy your hungry for just a little while longer. You better be glad you milk Mommy so well.” But after  a few more moments, she redoubled her efforts to liberating her nipples from those warm suckling mouths. 

Lenora felt Lulu’s pillow soft lips on hers, their breath mixing together as they drank from each other. Lenora was groggy, half awake, but her body knew the routine, one that had been solidified over the years. This was the normal. She did not need to be fully conscious to make out with passion, it was ingrained in her body. The steps were like breathing air. 

“Good Morning, Mother.” Rachel said in a demure tone of voice, made all the more sordid by counterpointing age with action.

Lulu broke the kiss, eyes wide with want, the taste of milk coated her lips. “We both are very thirsty.” And with that, she went back to kissing. It was passionate but not obscene, more akin to hunger and tender affection. 

Elegant, graceful hands wrapped around the small slender body of Lulu, embracing her, Lenora wove fingers through the obsidian hair of her ward before separating the eager minx from her, “No, my dear. I have to take a nice long bath today.” She purred, the very thought of that bath provoked a hunger of her own. 

The girls were crestfallen, and they wore it on their faces. Part honest, part coaxing. They knew how to act adorable naturally, and to use it as a well honed weapon. Lesser people would cave at the sweet, sensual sight, but Lenora was hunting for a much more sumptuous game and, while these beauties lusts were contagious, they could never hope to hold a candle to what Lenora had in mind. 

The girls did, however, drop the act of pouting intentionally, but remained adorable by sheer attitude and action. They knew that what they had would never sway Lenora from her destination. 

“Oh, hush now, my little cherubs. You don’t think I am going to ignore you entirely? I need to have a large, thick serving of breakfast.” Her voice was still sleepy, yet possessed a certain sensual teasing still. 

Lulu knew exactly what that meant and it went a long way to sate the want she had but it just wasn’t the same without some tasty breast milk.

The maternal matriarch remained propped up by her fortress of pillows and awaited her meal. It came in the form of a beautiful feminine soft and glistening penis. Lulu got onto her knees and eased the cock forward. It smeared pre-cum against the glossy lips of the elven female. 

With effortless mastery, Lenora’s mouth opened and engorged itself on the penis, sucking and swallowing. The low din of suction echoed the room, fingers tracing from Lulu’s abdomen to the ball sack, fondling as she sucked, narrow eyes glancing up at her charge, watching that soft gentle face screw up in delight and ecstasy. Little squealing whimpers broke from between those lips. 

Lulu gently ran her hands against her sides, up and down, as she had her organ completely treated to a warm, wet, suction, suckling by an exquisite, experienced, heaven of a mouth. 

Rachel knew her role rather well – it often boiled down to, if she wasn’t directly involved, she should serve. Of course, this was a natural impulse rather than training. The creamy haired vixen, adorable face and sweet eyes, threw herself to Lenora’s lap, tongue darting and outlining her owner's pussy, her own hand shoved desperately between her legs. There was nothing like the bitter sweet taste of Lenora, it was wholly natural in taste, but the sheer viscous amount of cream that spilled from her owner was often considered anything but natural. No complaints – Rachel loved her own fluid-based diet and breakfast. 

Rachel found her own pussy and began to violently massage it. Usually, their rendezvous were soft, gentle, easy-going, passionate, and relaxing… but the morning was the time to truly quench her thirst with a need that went beyond need itself. Not having a taste of the aged jewelry merchant all night long was enough to drive anybody crazy. 

And so, all these acts were more hurried, rushed, frantic, and animistic. And still tender. 

They didn’t get very far or long into the mix until Lenora, in her expert precision and skill, coaxed an orgasm for Lulu. Not a single drop was lost. It all went right down her gullet. The protein laced thickness required a few healthy swallows, but Lenora devoured it with intense longing and relish. The only thing that could be heard in the luxurious bedroom was moans, squeals, and the messy echoes of sloppy wetness – and the swallowing of cream down throats, a distinct gulping sound that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than what it was. 

Breakfast was served. In style. 

A throaty purr escaped Lenora, her lips curled into a curved smirk, “Now, that was a divine breakfast.” 

The group, very similar to a mother and both her daughters, collapsed against the bed, snuggling with each other. Lenora spread her arms to embrace the sisters, one on either side of her. 

“Lulu, You will be attending to me later.” She planted a kiss on Lulu’s forehead. 

Lenora winks.

Lulu gulped.

Rachel, well, that little minx never left her hand from her pussy… And put another finger right inside. 

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Lenora walks completely naked through the large manor, her feet bare, body pristine and shapely. Shapely in a shapely manner. She was plump in a very obviously delicious way, her stomach wasn’t rolled, it was just one big soft round ball, but the way that it jiggled, it could not be confused with the weight gained by pregnancy. Her weight was a natural and normal thing, her body itself, the frame, was thick and voluptuous, curvy and smooth despite her age. There were imperfections here and there, but they were perfect imperfections that served her rather well. Her breasts, however, were swollen and massive, they’d long since adopted a vague teardrop appearance. The breasts were overbearing, collapsing under their weight and gravity. The nipples were bumpy and swollen, they seemed to throb. The low-hanging breasts, resting and propped up by a smooth round belly, swayed in a vaguely liquid fashion with Lenora’s movements as she wandered through the long marble-crafted hallway. The way those hanging orbs sashayed with each step gave the heavy impression that those swollen udders were rich with copious amounts of milk. 

And they were. 

As she made her way through the long hallway, youthful cherubs were busying themselves with feather dusters. On spotting her, one of the maids playfully tried to reach the ceiling with her work – the only result was lifting that already short apron black skirt upward to reveal her tight little ass, naked and oh so alluring and cute. Lenora treated the rump to a playful raking of her fingers along it. 

The maid blushed and giggle, a mirthful smile wide on her face. 

The private bath was fed by a spring just over yonder, water flowed into the stone-walled crater. The private bath itself was a mixture of an enclosed space and an open one. There was no roof to prevent the sun or stars, there were no proper walls, just pillars to hold up the circular shape of the frame. It was massive, as everything in this estate was. Much as everything else, Lenora prized herself on blending nature with a little piece of civilized society. 

Though the autumn air was brisk, the water maintained a warm quality from up top of the mountains where it originated from. A small puddle of water overflowed the bath itself, dampening the entire private bath with its soothing embrace. Lenora’s naked feet splashed against the water as she stepped toward her destination. She was positively giddy, and jubilant, but she hid her excitement well behind a toying little smile. 

She stopped completely as a tentacle crept up from the bath itself, its movements sluggish yet restless. This was the first sign that these baths were inhabited. But Lenora knew that everybody did. 

Everybody who lived in this home knew that. The maids and helps knew it all to well, knowing that if they earned the attention of the beast, they’d be impregnated much in the same way that Lenora intended to be bred currently. 

But to call everybody else who resided in this manor a helper, caretaker, or maid would be missing the truth of the matter – they were all individuals who had fallen on hard times. One would say that they were charity cases or rescues, but what they really were were physical expressions of the love that Lenora had an overabundance for. Her actions for taking these misbegotten females and futas were not out of pity, or egoistical reasons, but love – pure and simple. 

They all were now her daughters, and she, their mother. 

The tentacle was joined by many others, sneaking out of the water without so much as a sound, the only sound it made was the dripping of water as it pitter-pattered from tentacle to surface. The tentacle was leathery and shimmered, possessing a sleek quality that could only be produced from a sludgy natural excretion from its many pores. 

It shimmered in the sunlight. It was beautiful, a natural wonder, but Lenora was more excited than in marveling at such a creature. 

Lenora, showing no signs of concern that she was going to be occupying a bath with some shapeless tentacle creature, stepped into the bath itself, walking down submerged stone steps until she prompted herself against the edge of the structure, arms winged out and resting on the lip. She smiled to herself and dipped her head back and sighed – waiting, just waiting. Her long absence of color hair flowed down her shoulders and dipped into the water below. 

The tentacle creature, an inhabitant of this little bathing house for centuries, was perfectly aware of the trespasser into its domain. It was not particularly an aggressive type, nor malicious in any semblance of the concept, but it certainly was not docile, tame, nor gentle in its appreciation for those that dare share its living space. 

Moist slippery thick appendages weaved through the water, darting and cutting through without concern. This creature wasn’t just shapeless, adopting merely a coiled bundle of tentacles, like squirming snakes, but it was absent of color itself, but much the opposite of that stark white hair that Lenora possessed – indeed it was solid black, with a very little deviation of hue. It did reflect light quite effectively though, giving a glimmer to its assaulting appendages. 

They set to work near immediately on the woman who so readily and willfully offered herself up, offered her lush sensually naked body to its aims, wills, and whims. They both were of the same mind, procreation – the biological imperative of all life. 

A rather thick tentacle curled and wrapped around one leg, snaking upward, to coil around the waist before the tapered end slapped against the heavy heaving bosom. It knew not sight, but it knew of a goal, and it sought to reach it. Heavy breasts were seized, confined, wrapped, twisted, and squeezed before the end shoved itself directly against the bumpy wide nipple. Toying with it. Sloppily slipping against it, teasing the nipple to harden and condense upon itself. The nipple was a dark chocolate color, the well-used veneer of a pregnant woman’s nipple. 

The movements, the texture, the frictionless, the glide, it all made Lenora hiss a long breath inward and shutter.

Lenora’s areolas were large, as big as dinner plates, imperfect in a perfectly perfect way. The tentacles coiled around the either breast, starting around the base of the breast before wiping around the heavy udders, constricting and tightening, to give them a more pronounced outward shape. From the base to the areola, there was ribbed flesh oozing from squeezing tentacles. The breasts no longer sagged downward on that round stomach of hers, but were shaped conically, the tentacles providing the framework to which the breasts oozed out in any and all directions. 

The appendages, obsidian, danced on the swollen nipple before they both reeled back, and suction cups separated from the tapered end. The cups themselves were so large that they could surround a lesser breast, but given Lenora’s endowments, it was merely enough for the pronounced, bumpy areolas. The tentacles squirmed and lashed until the proper fixture was made. Soft suckling provided an airlock seal… And the suckling continued without concern, elongating and deforming the nipple to tug and pull forward toward the ending of the tentacle itself. 

The suction cups themselves were an organic marvel in and of themselves. The cups pressed into the areola’s themselves, but they burrowed, deep, cutting into flesh, spidery little tentacles sprouted from the latchers, digging into the flesh itself, securing itself, mounting, burrowing. 

Lenora screamed as her breasts were firmly fastened by the creature. 

Both nipples suffered this fate, but it wasn’t as terrible as it seemed, given the look of pure bliss that was etched on Lenora’s face. Well, pleasure and terrible, terrible outrageous pain. But the task was not done, it needed to feed to properly breed. It needed sustenance. Small needles eased out from the middle of each sucker and extended directly against the nipples. It pushed inward, growing without relent, not even the hardened sensitive nipple itself could resist such pressure. The needle continued to grow, and the nipples shriveled and indented. Flesh strained. Until the hardened nipples had nowhere else to go, nowhere else to retreat, they were already compressed in the breast itself and could go no further, and so as the needle-like stingers continued to grow in length, it penetrated and pierced nipples. 

A particularly unique venom injected into the nipple, directly into the sensitive nerve endings themselves, and spread like wildfire, lighting up all the pleasure centers as well as the pain receptors. The reception of such treatment was a mix of long exaggerated moans and whimpers of squirming pain. 

Lenora’s legs were held fast by dominant tentacles, but that didn’t stop her from trying to jerk her legs this way and that in response to the unnerving, direct injection of pleasure and pain that sizzled and waved through her nipples. The warmth of it expanded to the areolas, the breasts… it was a tingling burning numb sensation. 

The result was the nipples, already hardened cherries, puffed out to be more akin to Strawberries, not just in size but in shape as well. Though the venom and the stringer did indeed swell the nipple up, its intentions were for something a little bit different. The nipples expanded from venom and sucked until the sides of the hole created in each nipple began to leak solid white opaque milk. It was rich and thick, particularly hefty for a liquid state. The liquid leaked and drooled from the nipples, spraying the contents on the clear suction cup… until that is, the tentacle heaved backward, stretching the nipple, and slow churning slick, sickly swallows could be hurt. Milk didn’t just leak out, it was being siphoned, suckled, and drained out. The lower bowl of the cups were slowly filled with milk but that all changed with the guzzling suckling, milk rushed from the nipples, and into the mouth of the tentacle itself, swallowing it. Sucking and draining. Devouring. Little rivets of substance started at the end of the appendage and visibly made their way up the sinuous tentacle and down into the water – where presumably its body was. Where it would consume the treat. 

Of all the copious effects of the venom, it also made it so the nipple would never run dry. The venom encouraged the breast to act in overdrive and to produce untold, never-ending amounts of milk. In short, the tentacle, and by extension, the beast itself, would have a never-ending supply of milk to feast on as it used the life-giving essence to nurture its egg-spawn. 

Lenora continued to wither and wiggle and squirm under the mounting sensations. Her body was a rush of several different conflicting competing complex emotions. Both pleasure and pain reigned supreme. It was blatantly obvious in the twisting of her face that she could not settle on what she was feeling. Her groans of passionate lust and forbidden delight, the odd cries that crawled from her throat as her body raged aggressively in response to the non-to-kind constrictions on her body. 

The things were supernaturally strong and they conducted themselves exactly as that, comporting the elven merchant's body in any manner which served its purpose best. Currently, that manifested with her legs spread, scissored underwater, her pelvis unprotected and naked. A ribbed tentacle with a swollen tip splayed out as a mushroom snaked toward that opening. Around the mushroom head were little tiny pulsating suckers. This monstrosity of a creative nightmare found itself squirming against the inner thighs, slipping and sliding up, using its sense of touch and overly sensitive heat vision to guide it to where it needed to go. The tentacle drew short, for though Lenora’s legs were pretty much spread eagle, her thick thighs and bulbous head seemed to compete for space. The suckers lining the edges of the phallus-shaped appendage slowly extended into mini-tentacles themselves, latching onto flesh on flesh, sucking it while pushing the legs further apart to make way from the body of the tentacle. 

The head easily dwarfed the entrance of the aged fair maiden's pussy but that didn’t stop it from attempting to slip right on up the hole. It didn’t earn much purchase, but it set to the task with single-minded ferocity… pushing and squirming and shoving itself inward, the bloated head pushed back to confirm to the tight confines. The moment that any sort of territory was claimed, it continued to push the envelope. 

If this was done outside of water, the slurping noises would be extensive, but that was not the case. The water, however, didn’t provide the lubrication necessary for penetration, nor did her own active arousal coax her body from being used like a ragdoll, but the tendril itself was unnaturally sleek and slippery. The goo, particularly viscous, provided all the lubrication needed to squeeze into any opening of any size. With enough effort and pressure. 

The head compressed excessively, the flaring head peeled backward until finally, it entered inside her. 

Lenora breathed heavily, gasping and groaning as the sensations of having her breasts milked and her pussy violated mixed into an agonizing bliss. Moans wove to screams. Had it not been for the tentacles burrowing, digging, coiling, and latching themselves directly under her flesh, caging the entire breast absolutely, the force used to milk her nipple would pull it straight on off. While this anchoring prevented grievous bodily harm to Lenora, it was not pleasant at all. 

The head, now inside her properly, flopped right back to its normal dimensions, this made it significantly easier to penetrate deeper inside her canal walls. It was pretty much like unfolding an umbrella. The worst part was that her labia folds were dragged inward as well, folding inward her pussy and not outward. This was a mixed blessing because now every single inch and portion of her pussy was feeling the pressure-pressing sensation of being stuffed by something that quite conceivably should never have fit in the first place. 

Little squirming worms continued to spread, mindlessly, from the edges of the tentacle. They spidered out and expanded the tight clutching wet pink inner walls of the Elf’s pussy. She felt them slide and trace against her folds before forcing themselves out to caress her pussy entirely – inside and out. 

Another tentacle came, this one having secured her right leg far from the other, and the entire body of it had multiple suction cups that latched onto anything and everything. Currently, the suckers slapped Lenora's ass cheek, peeling it back without wrapping or coiling around it. The flesh was held fast and tight as the squirming body inched away from the well-rounded fat doughy dump truck of an ass, prying and bringing with it the asscheek itself. The tip was poised just near the crack, waiting for its body to spread to an easier entrance. 

The moment the puckered hole was revealed, it stabbed directly inside her. It went with such force and eager intent that her stomach bulged outward in response. It was not a pleasant experience, but that didn’t make it entirely unpleasant for the recipient. Lenora was a mess of gaping pants, moans, and groans. 

The beast had its way with Lenora, and Lenora allowed it to happen. As if, at this moment, she actually had a say in the matter. Once the initial penetration was conducted, the tentacles didn’t ease out their hard-earned purchase but remained inside her ass and pussy, squirming and wiggling around, slapping to and fro, touching areas never before touched, touching areas no other creature could ever hope to accomplish – which made the pleasure and the pain entirely unique, unique to her each time she underwent it, and unique to any person in existence. 

Lulu peeked through the pillars that acted as a doorway, her eyes feasting on the sight of her Mistress being well and properly used and abused. The water was translucent and clear and everything that was happening was served to the youthful Futanari’s eyes like a tasty meal. It was an unworldly accounting of what should never be possible and yet was. 

Lulu had a tray held out before her, the rim of it resting against her abdomen. The tray was not crafted from cut wood but was grown naturally from magically enhanced trees. All things decorating the estate were grown this way – no trees or nature were harmed in the process. Ontop the tray, a long slender flute of glass, in it, wine. The movements of Lulu were careful. She followed the wake of her mistress, naked feet slapping against the damp floor before walking down the steps into the bath proper. The water sloshed and waved against her knees as she cut through the liquid to her Mother.

The maid had done this many, many times before, and so knew that she was entirely safe from the primordial creature that made its home in the bathhouse. It needed only one breeding mate, and it was in full swing of impregnating her. It had little need for another. 

Lulu offered a lovely little smile, the obscene scene reflected clearly, like a mirror,  what was happening before her, through her glasses. She stopped just short of her Mommy and held the tray outward herself, allowing the wine to be delivered without agitating the mating, or her Mother. 

“Oh, Ohhhh…Mmmmm. L...Lulu… Thank you so much.” Lenora commented, her face twisting in response to the aggressive, untamed tentacles that breached and bunched and bashed below. Under all that, a smirk of pure ecstasy could be seen. 

She took the glass and began to slowly sip it, carefully to time it against the sporadic yet complex rhythmic rutting in either of her holes. She maintained an air of sophistication even under these circumstances. She bit back screams under composure, to lessen the traumatic experience for those that knew not how wonderful it was. This did not mean that Lenora didn’t yelp, howled, or scream…

She just managed it with grace. 

Lulu had done this many times, and though it was assured that the creature wouldn’t mate with two individuals at the same time, that did not mean that this creature was somehow ever satiated, nor was it of predictable behavior, so Lulu was quite on guard and a tad bit frightened. She’d heard stories of people who ventured too far into this creature's domain… she’d seen the results too. Pregnancy was a wonderful thing but… Lulu didn’t feel like it was really her thing, per se. She grew even more concerned when she turned to leave and a tentacle, a thin and unassuming squirming thing, snaked around her leg. 

Lulu froze. She’d never been in this situation, never wanted to be in this situation, and while the mixture of emotions that rolled out of her mother's mouth was rather inviting and alluring, did not mean that she ever wanted to earn the attention of such a bestial thing. 

Frozen turned to tremble, but to Lulu’s credit, the maid did not up and bolt. This would do no good anyway, running through water never turned out as well as one would hope, it was a slow and agonizing process, not to mention that this creature lived in water to maintain moisture and so was considered an aquatic monster – it was on its home turf and any sudden moves would just encourage it to treat Lulu like an invader. 

It had never killed before. It just bred. But Lulu did not want any piece of that. 

The snaking tip of the flat tentacle wrapped around the smoothly, hairless (not shaven) testicles of Lulu, gliding between the balls before coiling around the penis. Lulu shuttered. The oily membranes of the tentacle provided a frictionless glide that was rather tantalizing. Unlike anything she’d experienced before. She shuttered and closed her eyes, exhaling and trying to contain her own mounting arousal. She was already aroused, after all, peeking in on the scene that unfolded with her Mother embracing and succumbing to the creature was enough to get that lovely little member stiff as a stick, but the way that thing curled around her organ, squeezing it, it was surreal. A dream of clouds and cum. 

The tip ventured forward, sticking straight out into the air, it being held outward on its own strength alone. It seemed to be its own independent thing, and though it had no eyes or any inclination that it could see like human beings, it snaked its head, doubling back to ‘look’ eye to eye with the cock slit that was oozing pre-cum. It swayed softly, hypnotically, trying to make heads or tails of what it was wrapped around, before the tip of the appendage flared open, not unlike the suction cups that trapped around and suctioned onto Lenora’s nipples. It inched forward, forward again. 

Lulu couldn’t do anything and at that moment, she truly didn’t want to do anything. Her mind feverishly thought about the pleasures that the creature held for her. The cup slapped against the exposed head and latched on slurping. A tight seal was created then. Lulu gasped, panting, uncertainty washing over her face. A needle-like injector, hard and stiff, escaped the tip and brushed itself against the urethra of Lulu. 

This, however, was not something that Lulu wanted. But somewhere, deep in the forbidden parts of her mind, this was exactly what she needed. She didn’t know how it would feel, but her Mistress, in her current reactions, made it abundantly clear that the sensations and pleasures far, far outweighed the negative associated with the coupling. 

“M...Mommy…” Weak, timid, shuttering words escaped between thin glossy lips. 

“Oh, dear. You have to be more careful.” Lenora chastised in a none to admonishing manner. Casually, her hand slipped up and gently pet the slimy muscular tentacle that was poised to suction whatever the maid had to offer. The tips of her fingers caressed the cone shape of the clear flesh suction cup, before journeying down its length. Her hand gripped the thing, tugging it gently and carefully. Not out of fear, nor out of concern for her well-being, nor even to not incur its wrath – for she knew that force would not go appreciated and would work counter to her intentions. 

The tentacle coiled around her wrist, curious and exploring the new obstacle. The end result was that, after what felt like a lifetime to Lulu, she was released, and instead the tentacle wrapped around the wrist, arm, all the way up to Lenora’s shoulder. 

It was now the creature's turn to manipulate her body, and not the other way around. It squirmed and guided the arm back against the lip of the bath, pinning it there. Though it didn’t have leverage, it was intimidatingly strong and secured her immobilization. The head of that exploring tentacle squirming and sliding up and down each individual finger, trying to find a place to put its injector. It found nothing. The warm, wet, slicky embraced her all the same – it was a singular-minded entity that just wanted to breed. 

And in certain regards, so too was Lenora. Perhaps hundreds of years ago she was not, but this creature had made this elaborate and elegant bathing house it's home now, and after the first unexpected union with the beast, Lenora found a particular craving for the pain and pleasure that wove into a unique blend of arousing sensations. Lenora now went to the tub willingly and of her own free will. Breeding was in her blood now. 

Completely immobilized, Lenora eased into the breeding that was washing over her in tandem with the water of the tub splashing and spilling against her form. It added a very organic feel against her flesh that wasn’t directly the monster's tentacles. 

Lulu, for her part, was both relieved and crestfallen that she’d not been taken in by the monster. The thought of that injector shoving into her urethra was… well, horrifying and divine, in equal parts. But, without tasting the absolute thrills that the monster had in its mindless mind, she knew not what she was missing out, and so it was mere curiosity and not proof of concept that captivated the possibilities, but ultimately it gravitated her mind to avoid the creature altogether, so she might never get into that terrifying … and thrilling… situation ever again. 

Lulu knew though if she drank just a little of what this creature had to offer… she’d be much like Lenora – every other month being a host for multiple eggs.

And so, Lulu did her best to give drinks and food to her Mother, without incurring the wrath of the monster. Much more carefully this time than not.

And for the mother's part, she was a bundle of melting heaving desire. The milk from her breasts were all but pumped dry. The bowl of the milk sucker (and cock sucker, as Lulu found out) still contained quite a copious amount of the life-giving nurturing lactation. While the tentacle relished, thirsted, and drank with wild abandon, the swollen venom-dilated nipples fountain-ed more milk than the tentacle itself could absorb in a meaningful way. But when the spigot of the nipples had been run dry and so the tentacle was slurping up the last remittances of the milk. This, however, was a very different matter altogether, the pressure lock against areola and suction cup had nothing left to draw from except flesh itself, and so instead of the milk ebbing and flowing, so the tentacle could sip little by little, instead, the flexible malleable suction cup clasped to form against the nipple, foregoing its cup shape and adopting a more nipple like structure. Wrapping around the swollen nipple. Like a glove three sizes too small. Crushing it. Constricting it. 

This in turn brought all the milk to its greedy little mouth, gulping it down, as well as expanding the nipple easily twice its already swollen size. 

Lenora gasped as she was drained absolutely dry, there wasn’t a drop left in her nipples anymore, and her breasts were deformed and deflated – no longer proud and shapely, even in their sagging allure, but more so sad and flimsy, a balloon lacking the air to give it shape. But this excessive force of suckling seemed to generate milk. As impossible as it sounded, more milk was squeezed from these once bountiful breasts. 

The nipples, once a nice succulent pink brown tint, had now turned into a well-used and abused dark chocolate hue. Everything about her breasts spoke of the abuse that was inflicted on them. And they were still being drained dry. But Lenora knew she would never be dry, not with that venom that circulated throughout her entire body.

Lenora had experienced orgasm after mind-breaking orgasm, but her entire body trembled as a final tentacle hoisted itself clean and clear from the frothing waving water. It was proud. It looked no different than the many, many other variations of tentacles it possessed, in fact, it seemed simpler, of a singular intent, but the way it carried itself seemed to lend to its existence as the final hurdle, the main event. And Lenora knew this. And she cummed, immediately, just by seeing it. 

The tentacle zipped straight to her belly button, smashing against it. It lacked the mindless squirming or hunting of its predecessors. It knew its destination all too well. The tapered tentacle, weighted down by the many sacs that were etched along its length, slammed right into the stomach, borrowing into it through the belly button itself. The head squeezed into the hole, digging, coring poor Lenora from the outside in. Flesh broke and tore and parted… 

And parted… 

Lenora screamed then. Not a moaning scream, not a scream that could be confused for anything other than a sheer, in absolute pain, no questions about it, scream. Her body reacted immediately and involuntarily. It shuttered and jerked, her poor lovely eyes shunted closed as the tentacle borrowed further and further inside her. 

Little black shots of squirming veins etched the tentacle that was inside her. They stretched from its body and sunk directly into the stomach proper. The entire radius of the belly button was treated with tentacles, more akin to veins or tendrils than anything else, that burrowed into flesh. Both inside and outside of her stomach. These things anchored and latched with such vigor. The darkened form imprinted on the soft doughty plump flesh of the stomach itself, curling and coiling and latching and squirming and sucking. It sucked the stomach. Entirely. The flesh which the little tendrils swam under protruded as they stretched further. 

Without these anchoring devices, without the depth to which the tentacle itself burrowed, her stomach would be forfeit with what was coming next. 

The heaving tentacle drew back, testing its security. It remained inside her. It did it again. Still. Inside. It had burrowed into her flesh so securely, much like the other tentacles had with the nipples and breasts, that it would be impossible to forcefully remove the tentacles without severing them – or when the beast decided that it was done. 

The egg chamber rested against Lenora’s torn-open belly. 

Lenora trembled with another orgasm. This was not an orgasm that died and revitalized, it was an ongoing orgasmic experience that ebbed and flowed but never once stopped. It was the length and intensity of orgasm that one could just sink back and rest into. 

Each time she screamed, she orgasmed, and each time she orgasmed, she screamed. It was a vicious cycle. 

Then the chambers that spanned the main tentacle lit up in a bioluminescent emerald, as solid masses, circular, pumped from one chamber to the next, squeezing through the narrow connections between chambers, climbing from the base of the tentacle to tip. The journey ended as the smooth somewhat mucus-laced egg (for that is exactly what it was) pressed against the final cup chamber and belly --- before injecting right into her. 

Her stomach bloated outward in response, her belly button swallowing the eggs which expanded her stomach wider, thicker, and filled, with little impressions and outlines of the eggs that were taking host inside her stomach. 

The nipple tentacles re-latched on, aggressively, thrashing back and forth, manipulating the emptied husks of breast flesh along with it, as even more of these massive apple-sized eggs were injected inside her. Lenora was a wild fit of orgasms and sheer horrific pain. The violent movements encouraged more of the empty husks of breasts impossible milk. 

Lulu ceased delivering wine or anything remotely considered entertainment or service. She just watched. Wide-eyed. Amazing. Her little thin fingers caressing her cock, pumping. 

And then it was over. 

As quickly as it all began, it ended. The breast unlatched and disappeared like the wind. Its body and form could not be seen in the water, though it was indeed there. 

The task was done. 

Lenora relaxed… exhausted and worn from so many orgasms. From having her body completely ravaged, her mind and soul along with it. 

Lulu knew that her poor Mother could not move on her own accord, not after such an event, and so wandered through the water, taking the arm of her much heavier Mother and tossing it around her neck. On one hand, Lenora lost weight in her milky udders, but equally so, she gained four times the weight because of the nest of eggs shoved into her via her belly button. Lulu lifted and guided Lenora to her bed. It was a journey, and exhausting for Lulu, but without this aid, Lenora would remain in the bath for hours, just basking. 

The final step in the process was to fertilize the countless eggs that made a home inside Lenora’s stomach. Lulu counted twenty of them that were shoved into the over-bloated mass of flesh, stretching the taut plumpness to stretching, which would inevitably leave stretch-marks of the most hideous kind. 

They had oils and rubs for that, to mitigate the ramifications of the supernatural, unworldly impregnation. It was something that Lulu had done since her arrival. 

She did her duties with excessive giddiness and devotion, but it was the fertilization that she didn’t take too kindly to. 

Lulu knew the next steps. She rubbed ointment on the bloated belly, making sure to apply an extra smattering of the cream against the stretched flesh where the extra tentacles inserted themselves directly under the flesh itself. It looked like a spider web or the appearance of cracked ice, but black-shot and swollen. 

Lenora was exhausted, and out of breath, but her hands wrapped thin frail digits along the expansive stomach she now possessed. It was so massive that her arms would never hope to extend around the blessing, but it felt so nice to aid in the spreading of numbing, healing ointments. 

But yet, Lulu did not make steps or motions for the final process. They’d been tending and treating her stomach for a while. Lenora snapped her tired groggy eyes to Lulu, looking at her expectantly, “Well?” 

Lulu downcast her head, knowing what was required, and she had not the willpower or the backbone to refuse. But it wasn’t just that… Lenora seemed so happy, so relaxed, and peaceful… Lulu wasn’t a servant out of some barbaric concept of enslavement, Lulu loved Lenora, loved her so very much, and wanted her happiness – and while she didn’t like this whole mating situation, nor the pain that was associated with it, she was still indentured and a slave to her Mothers wishes. At base, Lulu wanted to give these pleasures, not to bear witness to them gifted externally. Rachel was one thing … a tentacle monster in a bath? Entirely different. 

But dislike or not, it didn’t mean that Lulu wasn’t hard as a rock. The entire voyeuristic scene that played out before her really sent her mind reeling and intoxicating and she desperately wanted her own release – which was only natural, seeing someone orgasm easily a hundred times would do that to the best of people, it was contagious. 

“But, Mother…” Lulu whimpered a little, her voice small and pleading, cute, adorable, and just something someone would want to wrap their arms around and cuddle with. 

“Oh, dearie… Lulu, sweetie, honey… don’t worry about the birth. I assure you, it is absolutely sensational.” The Mother of all those in the manor thought her servant was voicing concern because of the process, or the pain associated with it. 

Lulu’s lips pouted out. Her marvelously smooth cock, feminine and tender, still throbbed before her. She took her glasses off and cleaned them of water splotches from the bath against the worm-woven sheets.

“You know, you're an important part of this process too. It's true.” She nodded her head up and down lazily, “Your going to be a mommy also, aren’t you excited?” Lenora pressed on with a voice adapted to talking to a little child with a wounded ego, “Now, come over here and fertilize these eggs for your Mommy.”

Lulu, however, was still very, very reluctant at this point. Of course, Rachel had just arrived. She was completely dressed in the typical garb of the house, a mix of a white and black blur. She was gasping for air, having rushed quickly in disagreeable footwear. 

“Mommy, I came the moment I stopped hearing the screams.” She found herself quickly on the bed, her face wide with a smile, a twinkle in her eyes. Her lips wrapped around a fully pouty darkened nipple and sucked, leaving her to undress in her awkward situation. 

It warmed Lenora’s heart to see how desperate and thirsty her daughter was. 

“So, you want to fertilize these eggs, dear?” Lenora knew all too well how an intoxicatingly cute and adorable scene this had now become. 

“Oh, come on Lulu. The faster you fertilize them with your cum, the faster you can drink in our Mommy’s milk. I already got a head start too, you don’t get down here, I am going to beat you this time.” 

It didn’t require too much coaxing to guide her servant into doing things that she might otherwise not want to do, but honestly, Lulu was apt for a little cute reluctance, but it was never true and absolute reluctance. 

“I always give you a head start.” Lulu smiled. 

“The venom means that you will never reach the end. Nobody is going to win tonight.” Lenora laughed languidly. 

Rachel unlatched for a moment, “We will see about that.” 

And so, Lulu climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the cloud-soft mattress. The cock was smooth and hairless, eased forward, gentle and graceful. The tip teased against the pouty, swollen lips of Lenora’s pussy. Under her, Mother and lover both. 

The pussy itself had been well used and abused and so had already adopted a swollen gaping veneer to it. This made entrance into the cavern all the easier for the maid. The cock spasmed upward and shuttered as it slid past lips into the pussy properly. Despite the used look of the pussy, it still maintained a surreal strength and inelastic elastic quality to it. The canal collapsed and gripped the cock, swallowing it whole and with earnest intent. 

Lulu screwed her face into a gasp of pleasure and delight as the pussy greedily sucked and fucked the cock, not the other way around. The daughter threw her head to and fro as Lenora bucked herself forward, engulfing the cock and squeezing it dry of its life-giving essence. 

Lenora could feel the stewing cum jettison from the cock, spurting near constantly, seeing her daughter through easily three orgasms, the last of which Lulu was just too much a melting mess to conduct or encourage herself --- this left Lenora to tease that last explosion on her own. Lenora was not unwilling or unwanting. Her body craved it. The eggs demanded it. Whenever those eggs were inside her, she felt the draw for the cum-fertilization – much as a dehydrated person would beg for water. 

Lulu found herself focused on the empty deflated loose fleshy bags of breasts as they sashayed to and fro as Lenora pillaged her own pussy against that sweet, sweet cock. Rachel was next to her, greedily sucking. 

Those deflated udders would become round and full with milk quicker than ever before, such is the blessing of the venom injected into Lenora – as well as her body acclimating to the eggs inside her. 

“Cum for me, cum inside me. Knock me up and provide food for my eggs.” Lenora whispered seductively. 

Lulu whimpered in response to the lewd coaxing of lusty words, she couldn’t help but lull her mouth slightly a gap, and through her mouth, and her moans, she would agree readily and desperately, “Yes, yes… I am going to cum.”

“Knock me up,” Lenora said in a terse voice, wanting to hear her maid whimper it in her adorable mewl. 

They both knew that Lulu was just a big ole softie who loved, absolutely adored such … vibrant language. 

The union between Mother and daughter was more adorable and sweet and gentle and soft than it was vicious, rough, or wild. 

Over the next couple of weeks, Lenora’s already overweight, over-bloated, plump stomach swelled to the size that was, well, it wasn’t exactly natural. Lulu lathered the batch of eggs with her semen every morning, day, and night. Her efforts were rewarded and reciprocated by as much mothers milk as she could have. Of course, the orgasms associated with this were anything but tedious, monotonous, and boring. It wasn’t just for purely sustenance purposes either, the rich fluids that drooled from the well-suckled nipples helped enrich and fertilize the already fertile seed that Lulu was blessed with. 

Lenora took to taking her meals through Rachel’s pussy juices. They didn’t need food properly, they each provided the other with life-giving food stuffs. 

The girls were especially delicate given the growing process, that stomach bloating and swelling to the size of a boulder. There were distinct curvatures that outlined each individual egg, and many which lay underneath the one pressed against the flesh of the stomach. 

The process, all told, took over two months, but that time was a drop of water compared to what others experienced. Both Rachel and Lulu were quite pleased with the arrangement, their vision tunneled with the bliss of sex and the wrapping and trapping of the afterglow. It was sensual and sexual and pleasing and fun for all those involved. 

Even as the eggs matured and expanded, which gave terrible, terrible excruciating pain that echoed in a dull never ending pressure that Lenora felt constrict her movements and body, Lenora was definitely not opposed to it, for the dull pain was also blessed with its own divine allure, the pleasure not just felt through and in her body, but her brain too. Direct injections straight into her brain, it in and of itself a reward. 

The time had come. Lenora could tolerate no more of the pain, even the pleasant echoes of pleasure that was the hallmark of this trepidation process was no match to stem the shooting lightning of blinding pain. This was when they all knew, collectively, the eggs needed to be birthed and hatched… 

The beast was a predator and knew no real form of communication, but the biological nature of the species was blessed to Lenora – it was a natural impulse, an instinct that fixed into her mind without so much as a thought or consideration. 

This is how she knew, without a doubt, that these eggs needed to be laid in an open waterway. To spread however far it might be able to. To ensure the species continued existence. 

Lenora could not make her way to such a beach though, not of her own volition, her stomach was so massive, the pain so intense, the sheer weight alone made walking, even waddling, practically impossible. 

Luckily, Rachel and Lulu were with her, to support and guide her, as they had been throughout every step of the way – More literally than metaphorically speaking as the case might be this time. 

Naked feet slowly shuffled under the sand, each girl flanking their Mother, helping to support her massive weight. Their steps were unusually heavy whereas Lenora’s was light and brisk. The lion's share was distributed by the sister duo. They didn’t need to trace a perilous journey to get to the somewhat beach, somewhat forest waterfront. It wasn’t very far at all – the path was well-worn and smooth. Even the sand had a softer, more welcome texture than that of normal sand. On the rare occasion, when someone visited the manor, they would never see the beach for it was tucked and hidden between seasoned, aged, and elderly expansive trees. 

They helped Lenora to the water, leading her deeper and deeper still into it. That water was stilled and quiet, the only disturbance being them and random stray leaves that swayed to and fro in the air until touching the water. 

And yet, the very presence of it was soothing to the core for each overworked and exhausted female. While Lenora was the one pregnant, they were all pretty much sharing the burden. It wasn’t that it was almost over that stimulated the ease and contentment, but the water seemed to possess a contenting quality to it. 

Lenora was guided down to lie, her entire sight a crystal blue shimmer of endless water. The moment that she was laying, head lifted and her breath heaving, she heard – and felt the brittle shell of the eggs breaking. Crack. Crack. Crrrrkkkk…. And so Lenora threw herself into labor, pushing with all her might. Her body tensed as the agony of labor overcame her. 

Rachel and Lulu helped the birthing process along, helping aid their mistress by stimulating her in a wild and frantic method. Their hasty aims to please and pleasure were not so rushed as to be sloppy or unpleasant, they were experts on the subject of their Mother and knew which buttons to press and how to press them, and for how long. They worked in erotic tandem, their surgical precision a work of magic. They suckled Lenora’s now overly abused nipples, they strummed the clit with but a single solitary finger, a hand wove underwater and slipped between the ass, shoving finger after finger inside. Those little digits swam this way and that, scissoring and spreading. 

They were dedicated and devout in the pleasure they gave – ignoring the painful blood-curdling screams that ripped from Lenora’s throat. 

Egg after egg was jettisoned from that spread widened pussy – each just in the nick of time, for it shattered and the remains of shell bobbed to the surface … the contents? Gone. 

The birthing took well over several hours. Toward the end, poor Lenora was so out of breath, so hoarse, her screams were whispers, whimpers. Her body was sore, overused… 

And a bright satisfied smile etched on her already-aged face.