3 comments/ 18858 views/ 16 favorites Bound into Service Ch. 01 By: cultofstrawberry I've decided to have some fun, and decided to mix two of my all-time favorite fetishes - futanari and tentacles. This story features the same type of futanari as seen in my other stories, with both male and female organs. Teuthids are also featured in here - the same species featured in my other tentacle story, 'Home from the Sea'. Teuthids strongly resemble Illithids/Mindflayers/Eldritch, although Teuthids, like squids, have ten tentacles around their mouths, instead of six or four. Average height of a Teuthid is between six to eight feet, and their skin comes in varying colors. Their skulls are regularly shaped like humans, though hairless and just a bit larger than the average human. They're very powerful but also reserved and tend to not be interested in conquest. Their biggest passion is knowledge and research, and they generally keep to themselves. On occasion, Teuthids must seek mates from the women of humanoid species to mate and sometimes breed with. Most go about this in an invited manner, courting and wooing their intended brides in various ways, but a few Teuthids prefer to simply claim their chosen mates right away. I've chosen to tell this story in a different format than I often do, so please let me know how the flow of the story is going. I wanted to make this story unique in more ways than one. Fair warning, this story contains strong elements of dubcon. o0o Leneivi stared up at the ceiling, familiar now with the planes of the cavern ceiling. On occasion, she would tug at her binds, hearing the faint rattle now and then. She rolled her eyes and tilted her head back, staring at her hands suspended just behind her head, the cuffs a velvet-lined gold that glinted now and then under the lamplight. A frustrated sigh burst from her throat as she writhed around, reminded afresh of the delicacies of her dilemma. She blew a loose strand of ebony hair from her face and let out a small hmmph. Her manhood was erect, a state that had been brought about in large part by the thick protrusions within her vagina and rear end. Firmly nestled in her shapely rear was a jeweled buttplug, ans the base connected with the even larger dildo that was ensconced within her womanhood, held in there by its partner. The plug applied constant pressure to her prostate, leaving her manhood hard and aching, and the fullness of her womanhood craved yet the presence of her master. His flesh, long, thick and warm pounding inside of her, passage aided by the slickness created by her arousal. Gods. The memory - and anticipation - of this deed had her writhing around afresh, her cock bobbing as she did so. How she longed to close her legs, rub her thighs together and give herself a bit of relief! Unfortunately, the chains anchored at the bedposts held her ankles well apart. "Zand'n..." Leneivi whined softly, cursing him yet begging him to come to her, and release her from this exquisite torment. Being a futanari only meant more vulnerable parts for Zand'n to exploit when he had her bound for his pleasure. "Yes, my dear?" she heard a familiar voice whisper. For a moment, she wondered if it was but a dream, but when she opened her eyes, there he was, standing at the foot of the bed, seemingly uninterested in her predicament. "Lord Zand'n... please. I want to cum," she begged, hoping that a bit of honesty and begging would soften his mood. She did need to cum, rather badly, and arched up at him as far as she could. "Well, it certainly is a pleasure to see you admit to your desires." The gray-teal hued Teuthid st down on the bed, positioning himself between her legs, reaching out to caress the sac that was seated tightly between the base of her cock and her feminine opening. His fingers gently tickled the sides of the fleshy orb, her cock quivering and leaking a couple of drops of precum. She wiggled around, her cock bobbing as he ran the pads of his fingers along the underside of her sac before oh so lightly grasping the flesh and tugging at it. Sometimes he might use a cock or ball ring, but tonight he'd been surprisingly merciful and left them off when he inserted the dildo and plug into her. "Sometimes I think you want to be punished. Look at how hard... and wet you are. You know what I am capable of, and know I find you every time, yet you try to hide from me." She gave out a small, incredulous chuckle. "You're a sadist. If you were truly so intent on limiting my movements, you wouldn't leave me opportunities to get away from you. You let me linger in hiding for an excuse to make my punishment worse. Damnit!" The sudden exclamation came from Zand'n giving her sac a firmer tug. "And why shouldn't I enjoy seeing you like this?" the Teuthid calmly countered, resuming his slow caress of her sac. Damn him, he knew that was one of her more vulnerable areas. A finger or tentacle sliding along it, especially if she was fully aroused was usually guaranteed to leave her wanting more, and in turn, more eager to give herself up to him. His hand reached down to the base that sat snugly between her legs, first pressing against where her vagina lay behind the shield of gold. She groaned and pressed back at him before he moved down to press against her anus, jostling the plug. "A Teuthid takes the pleasure of his mate seriously. Have I not ensured that each session is a pleasure for us?" He leaned over her, a tentacle lightly trailing her stomach around her navel. "You take... too damn long... sometimes," she said with a small pout. "Because I want us to have the most pleasure we can. I rather enjoy my intimacy with you, and I am not about to make haste of it." About half an hour ago, when he'd first chained her up, he'd still had smudges on his skin, his smock stained with soot. He had obviously washed up, and his smock was changed in a comfortable black shirt that ended at mid thigh, with matching trousers. "You think I should consider myself fortunate?" she asked as he pulled his shirt open and casually tossed it aside. Unlike most Teuthids, Zand'n had a frame that was slightly stockier, a build not commonly seen amongst the lanky race. But then, as a blacksmith and craftsman, Zand'n certainly appeared to be very well-suited for his job, and his work spoke for itself. She was sometimes the recipient of his skill in the forge. The chains that bound her were of his making, as well as the toy that was nestled firmly between her legs, ensuring maximum arousal and frustration. Among other things... "Yes," Zand'n replied in all seriousness. He reached down to lightly caress her sac again, and she let out a frustrated whine. The glowing of the lamps in the room cast the room's two occupants in light and shadow, and she arched as he came closer, his head leaning over her, his tentacles slowly writhing. His finger trailed along the flesh that divided her sac from the her groin, before lightly pressing his palm against it. "Please..." she begged. His hand trailed lower, his finger slipping behind the base, sliding against her perineum as she felt a gentle pressure against her sphincter. It took but a moment to realize that he was going to pull his double-pronged toy from her, and she took a deep breath, trying to command her body to relax as she felt the flared protrusion of the plug being coaxed downward. While not huge, the golden plug was of a considerable size, so that she would not be able to push it out on her own. Her whimper met her ears as Zand'n wiggled the toy as he brought his arm back ever so slowly, millimeter by millimeter. As she felt the wiggle, her body reacted involuntarily by clamping down on the toy. "I'm trying to..." she breathed as she felt him wiggle it around more firmly. A small whimper broke free as she felt firmer tugs now, her sphincter quivering from the gentle assault. However, the largest part of the plug finally made its way past her puckered opening, and she let out a sigh of relief. As the plug finally slid free, nearly half of the dildo still remained within her womanhood. He wiggled this as a tentacle reached out to caress the underside of her cock. Gods above, she ached so deliciously. As the rest of the toy was removed and set aside, Zand'n looked down at her and cupped her face with one hand, several tentacles reaching now to massage her breasts. She strained against her bonds, rattling them for a moment and hoping that the Teuthid who'd claimed her as his own would comply with her wordless request. "I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you," he whispered, his words a guttural hiss as he lowered his head so that it was several inches above hers. "My thoughts were - are - still filled with you. When I am not working, I long to be with you... on you... in you..." She brought her hips up, grinding herself against his stomach, her crotch just inches above his groin. He gave a rumbling purr of approval, and ground back, his semi-hard cock straining against the binds of his pants. Her dripping slit and aching sac thrilled at the contact. He made a short guttural sound, and as she expected from having heard it in the past, the binds at her ankles unclasped themselves. Her legs flexed, knees against his sides, pulling him closer. "It is nice to be so welcomed," Zand'n breathed, her nipples falling under gentle assault from his tentacles. He continued this as he raised his head, and reached down to lower his pants, wiggling out of them, the tentacles parted just so that she could see his erection bounce free. He offered no resistance as she hooked her legs around his middle, drawing him back down to her. His cock slid into her quivering sheath with familiarity, and when he was fully sheathed, he stilled, obviously wanting to take a few moments to savor the union. Though she was eager for him to start pounding into her so she could come, Leneivi simply clenched around him, knowing it was one of his favorite tricks. "Yes..." the Teuthid breathed, his tentacles continuing to tease her nipples, a couple more winding around to massage her breasts. It was not too long before he started thrusting, quickly moving in a steady pace that she found immensely pleasing. "Zand'n? My hands..." she asked hopefully, giving her bound wrists a quick glance. He did not hesitate as he invoked another quick command, the manacles falling away. She quickly reached around to take hold of him, her nails lightly raking down his back as she pressed herself against him, her cock being pressed against with each thrust Zand'n made. The sounds the Teuthid was making was inhuman, and she was so lost in pleasure that she did not realize the irony of that fleeting observation. Leneivi knew that her eagerness only increased his ardor, and she moaned and gasped, arching as she felt her lover increase his pace. Any pain that she might have been experienced at being pounded into by something so long and thick, quickly melted away to pleasure and searing need. His name managed to make its way out of her throat as he drove himself deeply within her quivering, slick flesh. Using his hands to keep himself propped up, Zand'n reached out with several tentacles to caress her face and run through her hair, though his movements were more jerky and firm than they usually were, given his current rhythm. One hand moved to her hip, and she arched against him, one of her hands at the back of his neck. The friction from his cock fiercely sliding along the sensitive ridge of flesh within her had her seeing stars, and she anticipated orgasm, eager for relief from the arousal that only Zand'n could raise to such dizzying heights. His hips snapped in long exercised rhythm, and she let out a sharp mewl as pleasure exploded from her core, sending pearly strands of her cum along his stomach and chest. It took only a few more thrusts for her lover to come to his own end, and a strangled moan met her ears as she felt hot slickness rush into her. He continued thrusting, though he slowed down, cum leaking out of her as Zand'n shuddered in post-coital bliss. His hands dug into the sheets, and his tentacles had slowed to almost a stop, quivering against her face and hair. "Len..." he breathed, giving her one final thrust, sliding in centimeter by centimeter. She wiggled around, and got a tweak on a nipple from one of his tentacles in response. Finally, he rolled off her, and she curled up to his side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and idly ran his fingers through her hair. After several peaceful minutes, her hand reached under the tentacles loosely fanned or drowsily writhing to rest upon his chest before she made her way downwards. The tip of her fingers lightly brushed along the root of his manhood, tracing the boundary between the organ and the rest of his body. Her fingers had some slickness from the cum she'd spilled on him, and she used this to her advantage, her fingerpads sliding along him smoothly. His penis was semi-hard, and she reached down to lightly cup his sac, caressing the smooth skin and giving the tight, heavy globes a massage. His tentacles curled as he rumbled lowly in pleasure, and she smiled faintly to herself. His cock twitched as it arched up to its full thickness. She knew well by this point that once he'd become aroused, he tended to remain so for a good while, and usually wasn't satisfied with just one or two couplings per session. It was common among his kind, he said, to have long, intense mating sessions. Even being an experienced lover and having had multiple partners at a time in the past, Leneivi could still be easily overwhelmed at times by the energy and intensity her current - and apparently, the only one she would have for the rest of her life - lover possessed. One thing that seemed to satisfy him more quickly was when she became bold with him. Her hand moved from his sac to his organ, feeling its needy throb against her palm. His grip on her hair tightened a bit, and he looked at her with half-lidded eyes, slowly nodding his assent. There were times when Leneivi wondered if this was all just some very odd dream, but the memory of manifold experiences and physical sensations were there to remind her that this was her reality now. o0o Never, in all her life, would Leneivi have imagined that she would end up as mate to a Teuthid. Not that she - or anyone in Biyes, apparently - knew what one was before just very recently. She was a futanari, a state considered in her culture to be blessed. Having male and female parts was seen as being touched by Kada, the androgynous deity of knowledge, both classical and carnal. Such girls were offered education, along with training in various arts such as music or dancing. When they became of age, there were several options that were readily available to a futanari. Among these paths was becoming a priestess of Kada, which was what Leneivi had chosen. She would perform ceremonies at annual events with her peers, and on occasion, take a lover. As a priestess she could select to have lovers, and to employ her blessing, or choose chastity. She was somewhere between the two. During parts of the year, she would be abstinent, but during the holidays, she would take one, or several lovers during the duration of that time. She enjoyed her life and the relative independence she had. With the gifts her lovers gave her, she was able to support herself in ample means. A great threat eventually confronted Biyes. It was a modestly-sized but prosperous country, and there were others who envied its wealth. Against one other country, Biyes might be able to defend itself well. However, with several hostile countries in alliance against Biyes, the people knew that dark times were ahead unless they were able to fight off these would-be invaders. The greatest magicians in the land were summoned. The priests and priestesses of Kada prayed for the knowledge and wisdom needed to avert, or at least, defend against war. Sacred rites were performed while the mages pooled their efforts to create or summon something that could keep Biyes safe. The salvation of the country came in an unexpected form. Six beings, resembling humans whose heads were replaced by octopi, appeared. The mages and priests were not sure what to make of them, if perhaps the other side had sent these demons to devour the magi of Biyes to devastate the defenses of the country. These beings looked at the humans with curiosity, and made themselves understood, if their accents could be hard to understand, given the structure of their mouths. They asked to know why they had been summoned, from beyond the stars, some place they called R'lyeh. The situation was explained to them, and they turned to one another, conversing in whatever tongue they spoke, one that was interspersed with guttural sounds that existed in no human language. These Teuthids, as they called themselves, asked to be shown around the country. They wished to see how people lived, they said, and to see what knowledge was valued here. Though their presence and appearance unnerved her, Leneivi and several other Blessed Ones took them around the temple, explaining some of their mythology and answering questions. Then the Teuthids left to explore other facets of the city. After nearly a dozen days, they deemed the Biyesians worthy of their aid, and also took steps to ensure that the country would not need to worry about war provided the kings continued to rule fairly. The eldritch magic would hold for so as long as the country did not pursue or initiate war. Averting war saved countless lives, and the Teuthids wanted repayment. The King had been prepared to pay them in piles of gold and valuable relics, but the tentacled beings did not ask for much else than one request which sent the court reeling. Each of the Teuthids wanted a woman. For the aid they had offered, for all the lives that were now safe, they wanted wives. Only they didn't call them wives, they referred to their desired women as 'mates'. It was one thing to arrange a marriage, choosing the best potential spouse for one's child and negotiating terms which would suit both families. It was practiced the world over, not just in Biyes. But the Teuthids did not follow the Biyesian rules for marriage - they simply stated that they would each claim a woman that they desired, whoever or wherever she may be, and their decision was final. Naturally, many women, or their families were reluctant to consider the possibility that a Teuthid would choose them. A young woman from a poor tinker's family was the first to be selected, having been noticed by her Teuthid mate when he and his companions had been touring the city. Then came the others. Three women from varying social strata, and one of the mages. Though she had been hoping against it, deep in her conscious, much as she tried to deny it, she had the feeling she'd been chosen, once the Teuthids announced their demand for mates. The one who called himself Zand'n, had seemed particularly interested in her when she was showing him and his companions the temple. He did not do anything that anyone might consider lecherous - at least by human standards, perhaps - but she was certain that he looked at her much more often than the others did. Then at the feast the King hosted that night, she again became aware of his scrutiny. And then at the gathering that celebrated the safety of the country - an event that the servants of Kada would bless - Zand'n's eyes were on her as the leader of the Teuthids, a tall, gangly specimen, made their demand for mates. The first woman had been claimed the next day. And so on until she was the last one, nearly a week later. She'd kept herself busy with visiting family, performing rites, doing chores, and preparing for the upcoming spring festival, but Zand'n found her in a side courtyard, meditating alone in the morning's light. Bound into Service Ch. 01 When she became aware of his presence, she stopped her stretching exercises and slowly turned to him. He was dressed as the Teuthids usually did, in dark colors with comfortable robes and loose pants. He had on a cuirass bearing what was distinctly an eldritch design, and matching wristcuffs. She supposed that a female Teuthid would have found him attractive, and wondered why Zand'n and the other didn't find women amongst their own kind. "Greetings," she acknowledged him politely. "Are there any questions you wanted to ask?" Despite her nervousness, she maintained her calm, taking on the demeanor of a priestess at work. She'd heard from others that the Teuthids were very inquisitive creatures, asking about this or that, even little things that a Biyesian never would have considered. They'd been peaceful during their time here, and although their appearance still unnerved many, their intelligence and placidity did much to ease the tension between the two sides. Zand'n stood there, folding his hands together for a moment, the metal of his wristband catching the sun for a moment. From what she understood, he was a smith and craftsman, and had spent some time in several forges and studios where his peers would choose to peruse the royal library. As his gaze rested upon her, she took a step back. She was clad in a comfortable ankle-length linen tunic of dark rose, with a girdle of the same color wrapped around her hips. The line flowed down her body, not clinging, but making no secret of her womanly curves, either. Her only adornment was her bracelet, and earrings. "I have selected you to be my mate," Zand'n stated. She swallowed thickly, her suspicions confirmed. She wondered though, why he hadn't made his claim sooner. "I can not." She paused as she stared up at him, remembering just who she was dealing with. "I mean no offense, sir. But I can not. I am a Blessed One, and in service to Kada." "You are blessed, indeed, to be chosen as a Teuthid mate," he replied smoothly. "I am not like other women." "I know," Zand'n commented. "You wear a particular sort of bracelet. I found out what it meant." "What it means..." She glanced down at her wrist, and paused as she realized what he meant. In preparation for her day, she had put it on. It was not only the adornment of a servant of Kada, the elegant band bore a design unique to the futanari. All servants of Kada had similar pieces of jewelry with which they could use to identify themselves to others, and the futanari had the distinction of a ruby and sapphire side by side, to represent their dual nature. One wouldn't see this particular detail unless they were near enough, however. When she'd been showing the Teuthids around, she had not breathed one word of futanari to them. Not because she feared their disgust, but given the importance of their help, she'd focused on what she thought was the best information for that purpose. What sat between her legs would not contribute to the greater good, she was sure of it. The group had left, seeming to be satisfied with the answers she and the accompanying priest had given them. She touched the bracelet as she looked down at it for a moment, remembering the commitment she had made to Kada. "The day I was given this, I committed myself to Kada. It is in Its service that I have my purpose." "You and the priests and priestesses prayed to your deity for protection, did you not? Yet who was it that answered your call for help? Who is it that has blessed the country with peace and security?" She stared into Zand'n's fathomless eyes for a moment before quickly looking away. "Perhaps Kada sent you to do Its will," Leneivi retorted. A small snort met her ears. "Do you truly believe that?" he challenged. "... I don't know." There were whispers that the Teuthids were actually demons, their protective magic simply a cover for some darker, more sinister purpose. "Come with me, Leneivi," Zand'n commanded in a quiet but firm voice. Teuthids did not have lips like humans did, so his 'v' came out sounding like a hiss. "I don't want to. I'm happy where I am." She took another step back. "A deal was made between your people and mine. We have honored our end of the bargain. Do you intend to go back on your word?" She stiffened. "It was not I who made that deal, it was the King. He was prepared to give you all his gold and jewels." "We find women much more valuable than any trinket your ruler might have in his palace. Your King promised us the riches of his land. What he and I consider riches may be different, but the promise still stands." She shook her head slowly. She had no desire to leave a life she enjoyed for the unknown. What was a mate's life like? For all the questions the Teuthids asked of the Biyesians, they were very reserved about the details of their own world. "I knew you would be mine, the first time I glimpsed you among the priests and mages. I have bided my time, but my wait has been long enough." She took another step back, and he matched her pace. "You... you sent me these dreams, didn't you?" she whispered. The night after the Teuthids had been summoned to Biyes, she'd had a rather graphic dream about tentacles sliding along her body, penetrating her orifices, teasing her, caressing her, stroking her. When she'd woken up, her cock was as hard as it could be and aching fiercely while her inner thighs and throbbing pussy were slick. She'd had the same dream several more times since, with the same result every morning. Just thinking about it caused her cock to stiffen just a bit. "I did. Did you enjoy them?" She took another step back, taking a deep breath as she realized her predicament. Priests and priestesses of Kada were not supposed to shy away or feel shame from pleasure, but the life of a servant of Kada was not about hedonism. The life of a priest, Blessed or not, included meditation, self-discipline, and charity towards others. What was her own life weighed against the countless souls in Biyes? She understood the right thing to do was give herself up to Zand'n for the sake of her country, but at the same time he intimidated her. Had he been a Biyesian male, she would have been comforted with the fact that she would still have some familiarity in her life. "There is no one else you could choose? There are plenty of women more attractive and intelligent than I," Leneivi pointed out, hoping to distract him. "It may be true that there are women in your country, or this world, who are considered more... attractive by your conventional standards. However, it is you that I am drawn to." One of his tentacles reached up to trace her jawline, and she gasped and flinched. She did not miss the momentary furrowing of Zand'n's brows, which she knew had to be a sign of displeasure. "Kada preserve me," she whispered, uttering the prayer that was often used through Biyes when faced with a difficult situation. It was almost an involuntary action. "It cannot protect you... not that you need protection from me. We do not harm or mistreat our mates." She moved back, and he followed her until he had her backed into the proverbial - and literal - corner. For a moment, she considered screaming for help, but she didn't doubt that her would-be master would effectively dispatch anyone who might come to her aid. She could see her fuzzy reflection in the breastplate of his cuirass, and shivered as another tentacle reached to caress her arm, dragging down from near her shoulder to her elbow. The cool stone pressed against her back, and she quickly looked from her left to right, searching for an avenue of escape. Darting to her right, she found a well-muscled arm wrapped around her middle. Several tentacles reached for her face and hair, winding through the thick black tresses as her head was slowly but firmly forced towards his own face. Her hand darted out to his breastplate, palm pressed against the cool metal as she squirmed in his grip. "The dreams I sent you... pale in comparison to what I have in mind for us to share," Zand'n stated in a low rumble. o0o Feedback is the kindest thing you can give to an author after reading and enjoying their work. Please share your thoughts with me on this story, whether simply pointing out something you like or think I did well (so I can continue doing it) and any constructive criticism you think I might need. I am always striving to improve my craft, and feedback is the best way for me to do so. Bound into Service Ch. 02 o0o Leneivi could only too easily imagine what he might be like in bed. Dominant and aggressive. And given his build, she wondered if his male organ would match his powerful frame. She'd had fierce and strong lovers in the past and was no stranger to rough sex, but would she be able to withstand passion from a being far more powerful than she? "Are you chaste?" he asked. She was tempted to say no, but one of the tenets of Kada was honesty. If one didn't want to answer a question, they would respond with silence, and let that speak for itself. She tried to turn her face away from his, and could only avert her gaze. "Have you been with men? Women? Both?" he demanded quietly. She kept her gaze down, trying to squirm free of his grip, feeling the flex of his bicep against her side. He shifted, and Leneivi found her back pressed against the wall, her hands pinned near her head by a pair of tentacles. He nestled himself between her thighs as he brought his face level to hers. "Does my appearance disturb you?" he asked bluntly. "You are... intimidating," she admitted in a voice barely above a whisper. "This is how I was made. Accept it, just as I accept how you were created, as well." There was calm logic in his words, an observation that at one time, hadn't mattered. She'd been polite and civil to the entire group. However, now, to consider being mated to one... sharing intimacy with him... A soft gasp burst from her throat as she felt one of his hands lightly cup one of her breasts. She tried to jerk free, but his grip was too strong, and his tentacles barely budged when she sharply tugged her wrists against them. Several tentacles remained hooked in her hair and around her head, keeping her from turning away. "Look at me," he commanded. Slowly, her gaze met his. "You are absolutely certain you want me? But you do not even know me!" she protested quietly after she felt his embrace tighten a bit. "We are never wrong about our mates," Zand'n replied calmly, one of his tentacles sliding along her cheek. "I can see that priests and priestesses are valued among your people. They do credit you with summoning us and thus saving your land. However, mates are valued to my kind, and you are the greatest treasure I could ever have." "I am not something to be owned," Leneivi replied archly, lifting her chin. "I am not a treasure to be taken and hidden away." He stared at her, letting out a slight breath. Before he could speak, they heard footsteps, and a young man dressed in a comfortable tunic and pants dyed indigo appeared in the doorway, a wristband on his arm denoting his occupation as a priest of Kada. She made eye contact with the priest just around Zand'n''s shoulder. Like her, he was dark-haired and -eyed, with an olive complexion. "Is... everything all right?" the young man asked. Leneivi was tempted to call for help. "We require privacy," the Teuthid stated, turning his head a fraction to the left to cast a sidelong glance at the intruder. The priest's eyes met hers again. She shot the Teuthid a quick glance before looking back at her fellow servant of Kada. Battling reluctance, she gave him a brief nod. He was quick to retreat, and she let out a shuddering breath as she contemplated her fate. "That was wise," he whispered. She did not make eye contact. "Can you let me go? For a moment? Please." She felt his grip tighten for a moment before she was allowed to pull back, his tentacles sliding from her body. She took several steps away, moving into the sunlight and welcoming its warmth on her scalp. She took in a gulp of air, trying to clear her mind. Kada, help me, she prayed. Mercifully, her would-be mate was silent, standing where she'd left him. "What does... being a mate consist of?" the priestess asked, keeping her back to him. The Teuthids were reticent about their own world, revealing little about their society, and the world of R'lyeh. The only thing they would say about mating was that the women would be very valued and treated well. The Teuthid remained silent for a moment, as if surprised. Finally, he spoke. "The function is comparable to what your people here call wives. You will be well-provided for." "And in turn, consummation is... required?" Leneivi clarified. Again, there was a brief silence from Zand'n. "Not immediately." She raised her eyebrow and slowly turned to him. "Some couples choose to share other pleasures before they engage in intercourse. This can be done in courting." He shrugged. "I see no need to put off our consummation, as pleasure can be shared afterward." At these words, he stepped towards her. "I have taken some time to prepare my abode for you, to ensure your comfort." "Uh... thanks." What else could she say to such a statement? Her eyes flicked to his groin area without thinking, but his loose clothing gave very little in indication to the characteristics of a particular trait. Feeling her pulse race in what she recognized as a panic attack if not by that particular title, she whipped away from him and fled from the space, darting down the hall and up the stairs to the top of the temple. At the apex was an open space reined in with a chest-high parapet, and in the middle of the space was a larger-than-life statue of Kada, Hir arms spread out in peaceful benevolence. Measuring nearly twenty feet tall, the statue was visible from many parts of the city. Leneivi blinked as she slowly turned around, taking in the view that surrounded her. Your life in exchange for many, she mused. She sighed before she heard footsteps ascend the stairs, and turned to see Zand'n. She tensed as he emerged through the portal, his steps swift and sure. He paused and looked up to regard the statue of Kada. "Len..." Zand'n breathed. She bit back a whimper, wondering if she had roused his wrath. He glanced around once before returning his attention to her, approaching her until he had her backed into a corner. "This is an appropriate place," he murmured. "Pardon?" she whispered. "If you think your god will pluck you from my embrace, let Kada intervene." He waved toward the statue. "Here is as good a place as any. Then perhaps you will cease your struggle." "What? No, Zand'n. Please." She knew she was out of time, and tricks. She slid down, huddled in the corner with her knees drawn to her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him remove his cuirass before he shrugged his robe off his shoulders, revealing a loose-sleeved tunic. He let his robe drop to the floor with a flick of his wrists, spreading it out loosely. "You are bound by our compact," he reminded her. "Your King, and all your fellow mages and priests, made a vow. Will you be the first to break it?" Her head dropped to her hands. Why had her service to Kada led to this? When she felt hands pull her forward, she went along meekly. She was maneuvered onto the robe, which provided a thin layer of comfort. Her skirt was inched up her legs, his fingers sliding along the flesh of her thighs. The clouds were thick above her head, promising a gray day despite the brilliant morning. She felt slightly cool air on her inner thighs and looked down to see the material gathered around her waist, and blushed as she took note of Zand'n's scrutiny. His hand slid between her thighs and she felt fingertips gently poke at the moist cleft beneath her manhood. A finger slid in, and then another, and she felt them wiggle around firmly as he sunk them in deeper. She lifted her arms above her head, giving out a soft moan as his fingers slid in up to his knuckles, flexing within her and scissoring. One of his tentacles slid into her tunic through her collar, to wind around a breast and rub against her nipple. Her hand slid along the surface before coming to rest on his leg, squeezing it. Another tentacle wound around the base of her cock before winding its way upward. It was much like the dreams she'd had before... With her free hand, she tried to push herself up. A tentacle wound itself around her midsection, one of the two longer tentacles that every Teuthid had. A pair of tentacles opened his shirt and pants, pulling out an organ that was modestly befitting of its owner. She did a quick assessment of it. It was large, but it could fit, if he was patient. She reached down to touch it, fingers loosely wrapping him about halfway down the shaft. Moving her fingers downward took her to a sac that was tight and heavy, and she didn't doubt that he would have a rather... substantial release. He gave out a pleased groan before shifting around, placing himself between her legs as he sat on the back of his feet. Thus pulled into his lap, she was eased backwards, her head comfortably supported by a tentacle. Having withdrawn his fingers, Zand'n lined her up with the head of his tumescent organ, easing its tip within her moist folds. He continued to gently pump her as he eased more of himself within her, and she took a deep breath, bidding her body to relax as he continued his intrusion. His hands held her firmly by her hips. She looked up into his eyes, and saw Kada beyond, turned to the side. This really is happening, Leneivi mused as he slid in further. She wiggled around a bit, shifting to be more comfortable at this angle, toes curling as the tentacle continued to pump her. His endowment only just fit into her, and she gritted her teeth as he pressed further, their pelvises nearly flush to one another. His hands slid up and down her hips, caressing her sides. She heard her name murmured, his accent slurring the 'v' as his right hand reached up to cup her unattended breast, rubbing it through the linen that hugged it. She shifted against him, clenching slightly as she shifted her legs, making herself comfortable around him as she loosely wrapped her thighs against his sides. Her reward was an approving hum. He shifted his hips, starting to sway a bit. Gritting her teeth for a moment, she felt her body clench around him as he slid out a few inches, before thrusting back in. She breathed out as he filled her, his ponderous flesh impossible to ignore or forget. "Zand'n..." She arched as he thrust back into her firmly. She doubted she could ever feel so full, from anyone else, in her entire life. "Do you wish for more?" he demanded. She gasped and nodded. Already she was weeping precum, and she ached to be satisfied. "I want to hear it," he ordered as he pulled out almost all the way, and thrust back in sharply. This caused a soft mewl to burst from her throat. "I... I want... need... more!" she gasped, hoping that would satisfy him. It seemed to, since he picked up the pace, lifting and thrusting his hips smoothly as he held onto her sides. His strength impressed her, and she could only squirm within the grip of the tentacles as she felt herself being thrust into with a vigor she'd never experienced from even the most energetic human lover she'd ever had. He quickly shifted positions so that she now laid on the robe, with him remaining within her, now on his hands and knees as he thrust forward and down into her. His thrusts became ever increasingly frantic, and her breasts jiggled wildly with the force of his thrusts. She arched again, feeling close to her own orgasm as the tentacle pumped her aching cock more firmly. One of his hands was at her side, the other one at her shoulder as he plowed into her. She reached up with her own hand to the one that rested against her shoulder. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist as she felt the sway of his arm from his thrusting. He let out a low, guttural sound as his thrusts became much sharper, and Leneivi knew she would be sore after this. Hopefully he would be merciful and allow her reprieve. Tentacles pushed her thighs further apart, and she placed her other hand on the robe for leverage. He gave her one particularly violent thrust, and didn't pull back. Instead, he pressed further, and she felt a sudden infusion of heat from within. It took her a moment to realize that he had had his orgasm, and she gave out a shuddering moan. Zand'n shivered in pleasure, remaining where he was as he spent himself. She could feel how much he'd spilled into her, and even felt a bit seeping out of her. She said nothing, wanting to see what he would do next and gauge his actions. To her relief, he continued to pump her, and she wiggled in delight, causing a bit of friction for him. She squeezed his wrist, pressing against him as she felt her orgasm race at her. The tentacle around her middle and her thighs squeezed gently, as did the others against her breasts. Gritting her teeth, she moaned and clenched around him as she shuddered in release, leaving a couple of thick strings of pearly cum against his stomach. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as the tentacle ministered to her more slowly, her cock twitching in response. Slowly, she opened her eyes, seeing Zand'n's visage hovering above her, and she flinched in momentary confusion before she saw the statue of Kada looming above the Teuthid. She felt the flex of his wrist in her grip. So the deed was done. She'd been taken as mate by a being that came from beyond the stars. Why had this happened to her? The Biyersians believed in reincarnation, was this life reward or punishment for the actions of a life long forgotten? What awaited her as mate to this... creature? Beyond Kada's reach, the sky was gray, giving the day a pleasant coolness to counter the humidity. Very little sunlight shone from the east, casting a faint glow on the statue. As she shifted around, she felt him within her, still thick and hard. A tentacle slid under her chin before caressing her cheek. "Yes..." she heard him sigh. "Pardon?" she whispered before she could stop herself. "That was more pleasing than I had thought it would be. No wonder my kin value their mates so much." The priestess could muster no response to that comment. Several tentacles slid along her face, neck, and chest as he thrust into her several times at a slow pace, as if he simply wanted to feel her around him. She bit back a moan as she felt the slickness of his seed, and stiffened slightly as he slid back in all the way, pressing into her before he remained still. There was gentle pressure on her manhood and sac from his lower abdomen pressing on top of her, and she shifted momentarily as she tried to absorb her new reality. Finally, he slid out of her. His tentacles withdrew from her as he rose to his feet. She lay there for several moments, catching her breath, registering what she'd just experienced. The cool air around her hips and thighs caused her to look down, seeing her own nakedness. With a blush she struggled to her knees, pulling the tunic back down as she rose to her feet. Almost immediately, she felt their mixed essence on her inner thighs. He quickly tucked his organ back into his pants before fastening them and pulling on his robe and retrieving his cuirass. She leaned on the parapet, feeling the sharp breeze on her face, a few loose strands of her dark hair flying around her head. She could almost swear she felt different, somehow, even though there seemed to be no apparent physical changes. o0o Leneivi stirred in the large and comfortable bed, feeling Zand'n's body against her own, the almost inaudible sound of his breathing meeting her ears. He'd used her well that night, taking her several times. Rarely did doing it but once satisfy him. Carefully, she shifted away from him, sliding off the bed. She placed her feet on the floor with practiced care and rose, the slight chill of the air brushing against her naked flesh. A quickly-pulled on robe helped to guard against that innate coolness of this faraway place. She took several moments to ponder what she would eat, and what to make for him, since he would expect her to prepare some food for him. A soft groan reached her ears, and in the mirror, she saw the reflection of her mate stir under the blankets before stretching. She remained silent, waiting for him to settle back to sleep, but he opened his eyes. "Come back to bed." His desire was clear in the tone of his voice. "Wouldn't you rather have a sup?" Leneivi asked. "Food is not what I desire at the moment." She took a slow, deep breath as she turned towards him, seeing him lift his hand in a beckoning gesture. o0o Feedback is the kindest thing you can give to an author after reading and enjoying their work. Please share your thoughts with me on this story, whether simply pointing out something you like or think I did well (so I can continue doing it) and any constructive criticism you think I might need. I am always striving to improve my craft, and feedback is the best way for me to do so. I hope you all are enjoying this story, it's been fun for me to write, not just in world-building and coming up with a good backstory for the woman, but to put two 'weird' but much-loved fetishes together. For all the popularity of futanari and tentacle porn/erotica, I don't think I've ever seen the two together in one story. There are other fun stories I want to try. I've been thinking about one with a creature like the alien symbiotes from the Marvel Comics universe (primarily from Spider-Man) I think a lot of fun could be had with a creature of such capabilities, is it something people would want to read? I would also like to add a het story to my collection, but I'd like to avoid usual cliches and tropes. Is there anything you'd like to see me write? It can be any kind of story, it just needs to be m/f.