Chapter 67: Tentacular Terrors
“So far so goo—”
The self-congratulatory words died on Lexi’s lips as she saw a tentacle rip through the air, catching Samantha directly in the midsection just as her combo finished. There was an audible crack, likely the sound of the monk’s ribs Lexi thought sickeningly, as the huge woman went flying from the blow. Samantha landed in a heap half a dozen feet from where she had been standing, both hands clutching her broken ribs as she gasped painfully to reinflate her lungs after just having the wind completely knocked out as well.
As the monk lay there heaving for breath, a pair of the thick tentacles crashed violently into Gretel’s magical barrier. So powerful was the combined strength of the two-pronged assault that the etheric shell actually appeared to flex and creak under the strain of the impact. Gretel’s eyed went wide, understanding immediately just how bad this was. The mage made a jerking motion with her arms, recalling the two giant etheric fists back towards her, gripping one of the attacking tentacles in each magical hand.
The strength of the mage’s spell was just enough to counter that of the horribly transformed goblin’s tentacles. Beneath her magical shield, Gretel herself strained as she grappled with the monster through the intermediacy of her conjured etheric hands — countering the physical strength of her opponent with sheer willpower and determination. Lexi beamed in admiration for Gretel in that moment, knowing that she should not have any favorites among her followers, but recognizing that her relationship with Gretel was very special — as special as the mage herself.
Hoping to land another sneaky blow from behind, Lexi aimed a thrust straight at the engorged goblin’s lower back, hoping to dig into its kidney. Unfortunately for the paladin, the creature was aware of her presence. Turning the tables, one of the monster’s tentacles slipped in low, unbeknownst to the paladin until it was too late.
“Fuuuck!” Lexi cried.
The writhing appendage wrapped itself tightly around Lexi’s ankle, hoisting her up in the air and hurling her straight at Danica. The futanari paladin and elven ranger collided in a crash, both girls sustaining minor, but not insubstantial, damage from the sheer force of the impact alone. The shock being thrown by the ankle into Danica caused Lexi to drop her sword as she and the elf toppled into a confusion of limbs on the wood floor.
You’ve Been Hit!
-3 HP 42/45
“You alright?” Lexi asked Danica as she scrambled to her feet, eyes panning desperately to locate her dropped sword.
Danica nodded weakly, struggling to stand as she panted hard, the breath having been knocked from her small frame during the impact. “I’ll be f-fine,” the elf managed to stutter out, as she began collecting the remaining arrows that had been thrown from her quiver and scattered about the room when Lexi crashed into her.
In a magnificent show of strength and fortitude, Samantha managed to rise. Clenching her fists and flexing her enormous corded biceps, the monk shouted out the words needed to activate another of her signature martial spells.
“Fists of Fury!”
The monk quick-stepped towards the monster, closing the gap before it realized what was happening. Her fists, each one encased in a ball of blue and white flame, moved so fast that Lexi saw it as a blur. Fiery punches dug deeply into the flesh of the monster’s side, the brutal strength of Samantha’s magically enhanced fists crunching deep into the creature’s ribs, splintering bone with each impact of the blazing knuckles.
“Gruahhh!” the creature howled in agony. Demonic eyes, each one a pit of the blackest evil nearly a foot wide turned on the monk, narrowing dangerously.
Again taking advantage of the monk’s temporarily weakened defenses in the immediate wake of her magical combo attacks, a tentacle snaked in quickly, wrapping itself tightly around Samantha’s neck. The powerful appendage lifted the monk easily off the ground, holding the huge muscled woman up in the air as if she weighed nothing at all. The weight of her entire body pressing on her throat, Samantha struggled to draw breath, the tentacle obviously seeking to choke the life out of her. The monk brought both hands up, grappling mightily with the thick tentacle, thick bronze muscles bulging visibly with the effort. But, for all her strength, Samantha was barely able to pry it far enough from her constricted throat to draw a shallow breath.
Still pawing blindly trying to get a hold of her sword, Lexi involuntarily froze in place when she saw what happened next.
While Samantha was being held aloft by one tentacle, her legs thrashing wildly and powerful arms just barely able to create enough of a gap in the constricting appendage for the monk to draw the most shallow of breaths, below her a second tentacle lurked. Rather than darting in for a blow immediately, it paused just below the monk’s kicking feet. The thick rubbery skin around the tip split into four pieces, peeling back from the shaft to reveal a glistening bulbous head that looked way too much like a cock for it to have any other purpose.
No, no, no, no! This is like a bad fucking dream! I did not sign myself OR my girls up to be victims in some goddamn knock-off of Urotsukidoji or La Blue Girl.
The tentacle’s foreskin had peeled back nearly a foot down the shaft, with the cock-like tip being completely drenched in the viscous fluid — some kind of precum analog — that flowed freely from the knobby tip. No sooner had Lexi finally laid a hand on her sword’s hilt when the paladin heard a strained scream come from Samantha’s lips. Running full tilt back towards the creature, Lexi was helpless to stop the assault before it was too late. The tentacle plunged into the monk’s cunt. Nearly the size of a human fist, her dark brown pussy lips strained to fit around the invading flesh, her body wholly unused to and not expecting a penetration from anything so massive.
“Gyaaa…mmmhhh!”
Although there was no delicacy or eroticism in the tentacle’s actions, Lexi suspected that there was more than likely some kind of aphrodisiac toxin in the thing’s precum. Because the monk’s initial scream of pain almost immediately turned into a lusty moan of exquisite pleasure. With a pistoning motion that seemed almost mechanical to Lexi’s eye, the wrist-thick tentacle plunged deep in and out of Samantha’s cunt, each motion stretching her pussy to its limits, and rearranging her insides enough that her lower abdomen bulged out visibly at the bottom of each stroke.
“Mmmaaahhh!” the monk cried, her eyes rolling back as the tentacle’s toxic pleasure rolled over her consciousness. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
After less than a dozen of such pumps from the thick tentacle and its bulbous cock-like head, Samantha reached her limit. Whether it was from the almost fist-sized thickness of the tentacle, some effect of the creature’s viscous precum, or the combination thereof, every sexual defense the monk had was defeated in no time. “Haaaa!” she cried out in wordless rapture, waves of euphoric pleasure emanating like shockwaves from her violated cunt and rippling throughout her entire body. Her thick muscled legs shook and spasmed in the air, mirroring the visible contractions of her pussy lips, stretched tight as they were, around the enormous shaft of the tentacle’s cock.
The light of sentience vanished from her eyes as they rolled back in her head. Understanding and willpower vacated her body, as Samantha entered the blissful unknowing of being completely and thoroughly mind-broken. Despite this, or perhaps even because of it, the goblin monstrosity did not relent in its tentacular assault on the monk, but redoubled its efforts. Violently, the creature’s tentacle slammed the entire length of its peeled “cock” hard into the mind-broken monk’s battered pussy, jerking her body like a rag doll with each hammering thrust. How long this would have gone on if unimpeded, none of the adventurers could say, because a carefully placed arrow struck the lower cock-tentacle just above the line of thick peeled skin, the iron head biting deep into the soft erogenous flesh.
The engorged goblin roared in rage, involuntarily contracting the injured tentacle. Yanked free from Samantha’s cunt, breaking the seal made between it and her tightly stretched labia, a river of foul looking semen — far thicker than anything Lexi had ever produced or seen — poured out of the monk’s stretched and gaping hole, splattering the ground in thick white globs which formed a large pool beneath her battered and insensible form. Unfortunately for the adventurers, the successful strike against one tentacle by the elven archer had no effect on the others. Limp and broken as she was, Samantha was still held aloft by the tentacle wrapped tightly around her throat. Moreover, Gretel was still locked into a grappling match, her magical fists struggled mightily with the pair of thick tentacles they had locked in their etheric grips.
“Ahhh!” the mage cried out, as a third tentacle crashed down onto the top of her magical shield.
The combined mental strain of literally wrestling with a huge monster and maintaining a magical barrier was proving to be an enormous strain on the voluptuous pink haired mage. She fell to her knees, her entire body shaking as the incredible strain on her mind began to manifest throughout her body. How long could she hold on like this? Gretel did not know, but she suspected it would not be that much longer until something broke. And, whether it was the hands or the shield that went first, either one’s destruction or disappearance at the hands — or rather, tentacles — of this creature would surely spell her doom unless the team could somehow come together to defeat this mighty foe.
After what seemed like ages of running, but was in actuality mere seconds, Lexi finally made her way back to face the creature. The paladin took a running jump, and leaped through the air straight towards the thick tentacle still suspending Samantha in the air, choking the life out of the huge warrior woman.
“Take this!” she cried, delivering a powerful overhead chop to the fleshy appendage, severing it cleanly.
Your Attack Hit!
-7 HP (53/115)
Samantha fell to the ground, landing hard in a heap, still all but unconscious after having her mind quite literally fucked out of her body by the goblin creature’s fist-sized tentacle. The severed limb sprayed blood like a fire hose, waving about madly, dousing everyone and everything in the area with a thick rain of brilliant crimson blood. Lexi wiped the blood from her eyes, her entire body almost completely covered, and squared off against the beast, placing herself between it and Samantha’s prone body.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lexi saw Danica slip in behind her, rushing to give whatever aid she could to help revive Samantha. Lexi still did not really have a good handle on what kinds of abilities the elf possessed. But, if the healing prayer she had worked on the group already was any indication, the ranger might be the one member of her team that could help someone who had just been raped into mental oblivion by a tentacle monster.
“Earth Mother,” the elf prayed softly, her head bowed over Samantha’s prostrate figure, hands caressing her thick muscles tenderly. “Please help to bring my brave and noble friend back to herself, she who so valiantly risked her body and mind against the abomination of your enemies. Please, Mother, heal the wounds wrought to Samantha’s psyche. Please.”
Samantha’s eyes fluttered open, her throat catching as she took a deep breath. The first sight to reach the monk’s eyes was the smiling, tear streaked face of Danica, beaming down at her like the sun itself. The monk’s recollection of the last few minutes was hazy to say the least, but she had a very good idea that her friends had pulled her back from the brink of death just now, or perhaps even something worse. Clasping her large bronze hand over Danica’s tiny ivory palm, the two girls shared a brief, but meaningful moment — an infinitesimal eye in the storm of combat still raging around them.