356: First Prey of the Demon (18++)
Five enforcers laid on the ground at varying distances from the new tentacle demon. Their distance from the demon correlated to the thickness of the purple mist that the demon secreted. And the closest to the demon, the thickest the mist, the quicker the unfortunate men and women dropped their weapons and undressed themselves to get access to their pulsating private areas.
The eyeless, mouthless demon gladly helped the enforcers undress by using its long, sleek tentacles. Before even the undressing was complete, the impatient demon wrapped several tentacles around the seemingly inebriated enforcers’ torsos and thighs. It then lifted them up from the ground and kept them in the air above its massive round body.
For now, only two men and one woman were captured by the demon. Half-naked, men with exposed hard-ons, the woman wet between her legs, none of them put up much resistance. Instead, they seemed all too preoccupied with touching themselves. The demon kindly provided them with the ability to still use their arms, but none of the enforcers even tried to use this opportunity to try and break free from the tentacles that held them.
The low number of hostages, all compliant, left plenty of tentacles still available for the demon to use how it pleased. However, it instead spewed fresh tentacles from its body, adding to an already overwhelming amount and devoted several to each of the enforcers for devious purposes. And those purposes were to further stimulate its victims.
One man, upon seeing three tentacles fly toward him, snapped out of his daze for long enough to scream in fear. But the moment that one of the tentacle’s tips opened up to swallow his hard cock whole and squeeze around it, the man’s terrified expression instantly changed to that of a high as a kite pleasure addict.
The demon used one tentacle to suckle on the man’s cock, practically pumping it for its juices, while two more tentacles developed flat, moist, tongue-like shapes. One tentacle went to work playing with the man’s balls, fondling one, then another like a loving wife would. Meanwhile the other tentacle slithered between the man’s butt cheeks and started to lick the man’s anus like a hot girlfriend of his wife that eagerly agreed to a birthday threesome, sending the man into his first powerful orgasm.
Of course, there were no wives sucking on the enforcer’s cock nor were there any girlfriends licking his anus licking his anus. But even if the loving wives and girlfriends were fake, the intense pleasure the man felt as cum was sucked out of his enveloped cock was certainly real. Wasn’t that the only thing that mattered? Just moments ago he was scared for his life, fighting in a battle he was never supposed to take part in. He came here for pleasure. Wasn’t it about time he finally got some? Finally relaxed. Finally, cumming.
It did not take much for his intoxicated brain to conjure images of hot women submitting themselves to his every desire. Neither did it take much for the demon’s tentacles to make its prey climax for a second time. It used its lubricated tentacle tongue to slither up the man’s back entrance, moving quickly toward his prostate. At the same time the tentacle that enveloped the hard cock did not relent, did not release it even for a second.
The hot insides of the tentacle moved around the trembling cock like the waves of the sea, stimulating it from all sides, giving off the feeling that the cock was continuously sucked further in as the inner walls of the tentacle tightened around it, applying further pressure, begging the man to cum, begging to fill that tight pussy that could not live without his semen inside it.
“UAAAGH!” the enforcer groaned with his eyes closed and his tongue out with a shameful orgasm face as he convulsed from a deep, prostate-stimulating, cock-clamping orgasm, pumping more and more cum into a tight, desperate virgin pussy, completely and willingly oblivious to the fact that he was hoist up in the air above a grotesque demon that was intent on devouring every last drop of his very life essence as well as the life essence of his fellow enforcers that hung in the air beside him, climaxing just as hard, just as oblivious, with their tongues out, with their hands around the tentacles, urging them on to give them more pleasure, thrusting their hips toward the pleasure, addicted to it, begging for it, willing to do anything for it.