Tags: tentaclexGirl, aboleth, chubby elf

“And you’re sure this will work?” Seirye eyed the bottle of thick, viscous liquid, her long ears twitching in curiosity as she watched it sway from one side of the bottle to the next.

“Oh, of course!” The shopkeeper said. “If you’re looking to catch that thing in the lake this’ll attract it for sure.”

“Alright, then I’ll take it.” The plucky elf tossed a few silver on the counter and strolled out of the shop.

The held her head with her usual confidence. The towns folk watched her walk past. They all knew she was here to deal with that creature in the lake. They were tired of losing their loved ones in the night and they glorified her as their savior.

Walking right past the rest of the town, Seirye made her way through the small forest on the outskirts of the village. Just as was described to her, there was a large, crystal clear lake. Immediately, she was unsettled by how quiet it was. No fish seemed to swim in the water and no birds or wildlife seemed to go near it. Perhaps even the animals knew not to come near this beast. This brought a tinge of fear into Seirye’s heart, but she choked down that fear. She was a monster hunter. This is what she did for a living. That thing in the lake was her prey and she was going to catch it.

At the edge of the lake the plump, little elf ran her hands through her blonde hair before stripping from her clothes. The clingy fabric of her tunic caused her large breasts to bounce out as she pulled it over her head. Then, hooking her thumbs into the tops of her tights she wiggled her wide hips as she slid the tight fabric down her legs. Then in one fluid motion she stepped from her boots and pants at once. She reached to the small hidden pocket of her boot and pulled out her knife and grabbed it with her teeth to keep her hands free.

Lastly, she pulled that bottle of viscous liquid from the shopkeeper and poured it all in her hands. She rubbed her hands together before rubbing the oil-like liquid on her skin. She couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation. Her hands slid over every inch of her body. Rolling over her plump breasts, she toyed with her nipples ever so slightly. She rubbed herself down probably longer than she should have, but in the end she steeled herself and stepped into the lake, knife at the ready to strike whatever came near.

With her scent in the water it didn’t take long for the creature to find her. Even without the oil she would have been found immediately. Though, the liquid only made the beast amorous. Before Seirye was even wading in the water, four tentacles reached out and grabbed each of her limbs, dragging her into the water. The motion was so quick and fast that she had dropped her knife in the shallow water.

Breathlessly, she was pulled through the water fast until suddenly she stopped and was dragged up to the surface. When she finally got her bearings she looked around, the four tentacles were still holding her, splaying her body like an X. She also noticed that she was now in the middle of the lake, being held over the water floating above the surface as if she were some young child’s kite. The creature’s three eyed face breached the water and spoke, “You’re no aboleth.” It said through it’s inhuman lips.

“N-no!” Seirye stuttered, she was beginning to understand what that clear liquid may have been.

“Just what are you then? Hm?” The beast reached out a tongue, nearly as long as one of it’s tentacles. The slimy, wet thing ran up her legs, tasting her salty crevasse before moving up her body. The tongue rolled across her breasts. “You taste like an aboleth. You taste like an aboleth in heat.” It’s common was precise and almost sounded practiced. Seirye had assumed it was not its first language.

“I’m an elf!” She cried out as its tongue slithered around her voluptuous body.

“You don’t taste like elf.” The tongue once again moved between her legs, this time it’s tip pushed inside her. 

Seirye let out a cry of shocked pleasure as the aboleth’s tongue proceeded to twirl and writhe within her loins. The sensation was enough for her to twitch and spasm. The invasion of her body left the poor elf feeling violated, but at the same time she felt herself grow wet. How long had it been since she’d had a partner? She couldn’t remember. Just as she started to enjoy the feeling the tongue withdrew from her.

“Yes, now you taste like an elf. Even so, you may be of use.” The aboleth rolled on it’s back, the underside of it’s aberrant body floating to the surface. Just above it’s vicious looking anal fins was a thick, alien cock. The appendage seemed to writhe like one of its tentacles. “Perhaps you can take care of this problem you’ve created for me.” 

A stifled gasp escaped her lips as the tentacles lowered her onto the wiggling, purple cock. The thick organ wasted no time entering her already wet hole. As she shook with the pleasure of the aboleth’s cock within her, Seirye noticed the tentacles moving about her body to get a better grip. They swirled around her, squeezing her so tight that the little layer of fat she had pushed up and around the tentacles ever so slightly. 

With it’s new grip around her waist and under her arms, wrapping around her breasts the aboleth took it upon itself to move the elf’s body. He lifted her up and down atop its cock. Seirye couldn’t help but hold onto its tentacles as he dragged her up and down. With its member writhing and spinning inside her it didn’t take long for her to come. Her body stiffened and pleasure pulsed through her body. She found the shape of it’s cock in her strange as she tightened in orgasm around it. The aboleth was soon to follow, forcing a thick, viscous fluid deep within her. Seirye was tired, panting and out of breath. The aboleth was rather refreshed. 

Soon, he pulled her back beneath the water and she felt movement as she was dragged through the lake again. The abolith gingerly placed her back onto the shore. 

“If you come to hunt me again, I won’t be so kind.” Seirye was taken aback that he knew what she was there to do. She scrambled away from the water and took her clothes. As she pulled on her tunic she thought that perhaps she didn’t need to hunt him again. Perhaps all she needed was re of that aboleth fluid from the shop keeper if she wanted a good time.


- Epilouge - 

“At it again, huh?” The shopkeeper said, passing her another bottle of the viscous clear fluid. “What is this, the fourth time?”

“Yeah, well, it’s a slippery one.” Seirya shrugged and paid the man for the bottle. 

As she walked down to the lake, she had a smile on her face and could already feel herself getting wet thinking of the aboleth’s touch.