consentacle fun, etc.

[n_ll]

The following prompts can be BYOM (bring your own monster) if you so desire! Anything goes. Literally anything.

"Monsters" are common around here. They always have been. While many societies choose to revere them as gods or use them to instill fear into ill-behaved children, the monsters of New Cloudbank are one with the people and have been able to hold jobs, own property and self, and vote; freedoms gained from a civil movement some decades ago. While societal integration has gone somewhat smoothly, there is some resistance held by conservative individuals that look down on monster-human relations and hold the untrue belief that some of the less humanshape monsters are a threat to people.

Boxer is an example of one such creature. His upper body is proportionally larger than any human; that if he stood on human legs he would easily reach thirteen feet tall, cut like someone who exercises on a needlessly regular schedule. However, he does not stand on human legs at all, but rather a numerous set of tentacles, rich cocoa-brown like the rest of his skin, decorated with stark yellow stripes at their base and a line of dots along their topsides, lined with dark golden suction cups on the opposite side, and delicate membranes between them. His yellow accents, including his eyes, glow under dark enough conditions to see them.

He's never harmed a human in his life, much rather the opposite if anything, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation for it...

Errands.

A monster's gotta eat.

Of course, he doesn't have to drop by for meat, as the only thing he puts on his table are things he caught with his own hands swimming in the depths outside of the bay. But frying fish in its own juices does not a meal plan make, so regular supermarket trips are the solution to well-rounded meals.

But he can't quite get around like everyone else, on account of boneless tentacles being designed more for underwater agility than, well, walking. So he has to opt for a wheelchair, one custom-built to accommodate his bulk and allows him to comfortably use his extra appendages for his wheel-based mobility while keeping his hands free.

Although being just shy of wheelchair-bound on land, he's at less disadvantage than one might think, using his long tentacles to snatch things off of the topmost shelf with length to spare. Otherwise, he tries to keep them hidden under a soft, knitted blanket, for the comfort of strangers, who tend to stare anyway. (Oh well.) He likes to joke that it's not his form, but the fact that he chooses to dress somewhat formally even for his mundane outings, even though he knows that's not the case.

Maybe you're the one struggling to reach that favorite item of yours so conveniently stashed just beyond finger's grasp on the top shelf.

"Here. I'll get that for you," he says, with an easy smile.

Bet you weren't prepared for a tentacle to hand you something when you went out today.

Shore.

This quiet little section of the beach is usually deserted, rumored to be the place where feral monsters hunt for humans. Now this, this is a rumor that is entirely Boxer's fault, purposely spread to his few visitors so he could have this little piece of heaven all to himself.

Maybe you're a regular here. Maybe you're a brave new first-time visitor, hopefully to catch sight of the man-eating monster for yourself. Either way, the sight is hardly as intimidating as the legend: he's sprawled out naked on the warm sand, basking in the sunlight that beats against his bare, chiseled back as he naps.

Scary.

Water.

New Cloudbank is a large city-state with bustling seaside commerce, full of fishery companies, international trade, and tourism. A water-dweller like Boxer is almost never without work, since many companies are chomping at the bit to commission an strong, amphibious monster to survey the deep for the next best catch, keeping the water safe, or mounting rescues for wayward tourists.

He loves what he does for a living.

Maybe you, too, are of similar business, using your nonhuman physiology to your advantage in the outer bay waters, catching Boxer in the middle of what he does best. Or maybe you're simply a patron of these companies--for Boxer, as brazen as he is to get a free drink, will gladly suction-cup climb his way into boats and schmooze with locals and tourists alike.

Wildcard!

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[n_ll]

He really doesn't mean to tease, really! He's just so out of it that he moves languidly to begin with. But now that he's in, he can start muscling his way in deeper. It's kind of a shame that he can't communicate like this, so it'll be harder to gauge when she's taken all she can handle, but he figures she'll let him know...or he'll eventually end up hitting a wall he can't get past. Whatever comes first.

With her thrusts, he inches deeper, getting thicker by the second at a deliciously slow pace and expanding her ass with ease.

[lovespeople]

She's having her fun, okay. She doesn't often get to use her length for anything... honestly she doesn't even really get to have sex much at all. Too many risks, too high of a chance of being found out. She had her ways of getting off, her ways of seeking out pleasure... but typically they weren't with others.

Especially not like this.

It's a good thing she's taken things before, otherwise she would be having some issues with how deep and thick he was inside of her. She's not going to stop him, though, she's taken thicker... though he'll probably push her limits with depth. She won't stop him, though, she welcomes him as deep as he can get.

Especially with how the slow movements are sending waves of pleasure through her. Every inch deeper makes her muscles clench and her body shiver, he's picked a truly good weak spot. Of course, the feeling of how slick he was on the inside only added to how good she was feeling. He was tight in every way, and surrounding every inch of her. She tries getting in more thrusts, but she doesn't have the control she did before.

[n_ll]

Honestly, it's way more soothing than it has any right to be. But he was holding on to his erection for such a fruitless amount of time that the stimulation brings him relief more than excitement, and it's way too fun to have her dick pushing in and just barely reaching his internal testicles. He'd be in trouble if she could get to his prostate, but like this? He can just relax while he drills in deeper, stretching her further and further and feeling her flesh stretch eagerly to accommodate him...like this is always where it was meant to be.

Far enough inside of her, the bulk of his tentacle actually starts to show as a lump on her lower stomach, where the squirming movement it does to pull itself in deeper can be observed.

[lovespeople]

Maybe she could reach if she could pin him down and thrust fast and hard into him, but as it stands she's basically being used by him. Used to pleasure him and be used at the same time. It was pretty damn good, honestly.

...though when she starts to feel him getting deeper and deeper, her breathing grows heavier by the second. Her muscles tense, her body twitching slightly from the deep fucking she's receiving. She glances down to see the shape of his tentacle moving beneath her skin and... lets her head fall back while she moans. He's using her deeper than she's ever been used, and she can feel herself building rather rapidly towards her peak. If she comes while he's buried this deep in her, well... she won't be satisfied with just one time.

[n_ll]

He's nowhere close like she is. After all, he hasn't found that 'wall' yet, so he's just happily crawling about inside of her without abandon, filling her up with abundant precum as he goes, taking up all the space in her belly and then some. The bulge now grows by the second as the equivalent of at least four cocks stretches her asshole open--all he knows is that she can take more, and that's exactly what he's going to give her, no matter how close she is to orgasm.

[lovespeople]

It's a good thing she's usually not satisfied after just once, because at the rate he's stretching her she's not going to be done with one. But he's getting close to how wide she can stretch to accommodate him... he'll start having quite a bit more difficulty from here on, though she would hardly complain if he tried stretching her further. He probably won't hit a limit depth-wise, with girth she's trained for depth... to an extent. But he would have to get at least another six inches in to hit her usual limit.

Her hands come up to rub at the bulge he's made in her belly, impressed and amazed at him. Feeling him squirming inside of her like that... well, that's all it really takes to push her over for the first time. Her muscles tense and she lets out a long, trailing moan as her cock starts pulsing inside of him and filling him.

[n_ll]

Ah, yes, that's exactly what he needed--a load of hot dragonkin cum directly poured into his hungry cloaca. It honestly does feel like he was starved for it, and now that he's finally got some he can finally reach his own climax.

But not quite yet.

Even while she's busy filling him up, he's still unrepentantly drilling his tentacle farther inside of her as if he had no regard to his own orgasm. Because, let's face it, he really doesn't. He's gotten so far up her ass that he can't stop until he can find out if she really can take it all--or find out where her limit is. And soon enough, he'll find it, and during her post-orgasm phase she'll get to enjoy the sensation of being comfortably stretched to her limit.

Impressive, he thinks to himself, and sees even more potential in her--he'd love nothing more than to train her ass even further, given a lot more lube and a hell of a lot more patience than he has right now, but they'll just have to make plans for that later.

Instead, he continues to push upward--not necessarily into her, though it would have been if she still had more room for him--lifting her body up out of the water. And, provided she doesn't try to squirm, she'll balance naturally on nothing but his fat tentacle while it undulates and squirms underneath her flesh, looking like some kind of creature frantically nesting in her belly.

[lovespeople]

Her orgasm was intense enough, but feeling him specifically seeking out every last inch inside of her only amplified it further. Every new movement he makes inside of her milks another pulse of cum out of her cock and into him. It was a particularly effective way of milking her dry, that was for sure.

At the very least, being filled to her current limits gave her a moment of peace. Despite the haze from her orgasm still clouding her thoughts, and her cock still pumping the last bits of cum into him, she dares to bring her head back up and... then down again to look at how he's stretched her out. She'd been able to stretch with toys, but he'd stretched her fuller than she ever had.

...and then he shifts the position and she watches it happen, eyes widening as he almost effortlessly moves her. The feeling of being supported only by him and the tentacle inside of her sent more waves through her, already pushing her towards a second climax. She'd only just finished cumming, and here he was working her body up again. This was the kind of treatment she craved, pushing her limits and using her body.

"Yes." She manages out between ragged breaths, her voice heavy with lust and desire. She wanted more, but her voice trails off into nothing more than a moan as he continues.

[n_ll]

She can't come just yet!

Sybil's held up out of the water for just long enough for him to change position under the water and bring her back down into it, getting her neglected panties wet as he brings her down just far enough into the water so that he can suck off any remnant fluids from her dick--because, yes, there's still enough tentacle to hold her in front of him.

One tentacle wraps around an ankle and pushes her knee tightly upward, exposing her under the water and pushing her thigh up against her stuffed belly. He takes her dick into his mouth, and despite its size he can contain it all in his mouth, providing a consistent vacuum while he traces the stretched flesh of her asshole with a finger, giving it an affectionate gesture for all the hard work it's doing. Come on, give him another delicious load...

[lovespeople]

Well it's a good thing he's in control because he's the one who can make her come almost instantly right now. She's so close when he starts adjusting her that pretty much any sensation is going to put her over the edge. But then he starts controlling how she's positioned and he brings her leg up to press against her overly full belly and... well, he was certainly proving to be the best at pulling the most filthy sounds from her lips. She could hardly call herself dignified if she were ever heard like this.

But then his mouth settles over her dick again and, well... that's about it. He wanted another delicious load and he's certainly going to milk her for all she's got. Almost immediately she orgasms again and fills his mouth, desperately gasping for breath as her whole body twitches and spasms in his grasp.

Way to go, Boxer.

[n_ll]

That's a record, he thinks to himself as he swallows down her hot, goopy mess. The sensation of it thickly sliding down his throat like a fresh catch does wonders to his progress, every swallow bringing him closer to his own climax.

By the time she's drained, he starts to fill her up. His tentacle pulses as huge globs of cum pulse through it, like an undone hose more than a spurt. Within seconds, her belly starts to balloon out with the sheer mass of it all, and it doesn't seem like it's going to stop any time soon--but still he keeps her dick in his mouth, trying to suck out every last drop.

[lovespeople]

The fact that he derives so much pleasure from her own release is something she'll have to reflect on later, assuming she even has enough coherence right now to register that that's what's happening. Her focus is, at present, almost solely focused on how full he's keeping her. She's empty far quicker than she was before, not a single extra drop left to offer.

But then he finally comes, and the amount he fills her with puts her own climax to shame. She feels the hot, viscous cum filling every single space inside of her... and even more. There's so much that it stretches out every single bit inside of her, and there is a warmth from not only its temperature but from the feeling of being used so thoroughly. Honestly she's certain every single inch of space inside of her is going to be full of his spunk if he keeps it up.

"Oh god." she manages out, shivering in his grasp as her body is forced to take every drop he has to give.

[n_ll]

It doesn't quite start to die off until Sybil looks like she's nine months pregnant and due to drop at any second. There's no space for her leg to be bent up anymore, so he lets it go--but even though she's comfortably stretched to her limit, he forces in just a quarter inch deeper to assure that a drop won't be lost. Soaking in its own cum, his tentacle eases up a little on its movement to sway gently in the thick fluid distending Sybil's belly as it finishes off the last few bursts...and despite the quantity of it all, it makes her body significantly buoyant in the water.

From out of the water, Boxer reaches out with a wet hand and places it on her extremely swollen belly, giving it affectionate and approving strokes as he sucks on her limp dick some more.

[lovespeople]

If he'd intended to do this to her, she loves every second of it. He's probably rarely, if ever, had the chance to fill anyone to this extent. She's all too happy with the turn of events, and she's sensitive... almost everywhere. When he shifts his tentacle inside of her in the new way, it keeps the waves of pleasure coursing through her. He just won't let her rest will he? Her cock twitches inside of his mouth as he sucks on it, and she attempts to form words.

"I... god... Oh my... you..." Is about all she gets out, she's going to need time to regain some form of coherency if he expects anything out of her. If not, he could easily keep her in post orgasmic bliss for as long as he wanted. Maybe even bring her to a third climax, honestly, it's not like her cock ever stays soft for long.

[n_ll]

He wasn't sure if he'd be able to, but that twitch in her cock is a pretty good indication that she's able to pull off a third one...and if she can, he'll gladly take another mouthful of thick dragon cum. He'll have to be gentle, though--with her expanded out as far as she is, she'll be super sensitive to anything he does to her. While she could probably handle a more assertive grip, it'd be wiser to let her enjoy the unique experience of her hypersensitive state.

He takes the tentacle that was holding her leg earlier and rubs it against the lips of her cunt, giving her a little pleasurable announcement that he's going to start pushing it in there. It's a slow, gentle approach, because there's nothing but a ton of pressure coming from inside her which will inevitably make even the thinnest part of his tentacle feel huge as it slowly slides inside of her, sucker side running along where her dick meets her cunt. He continues his gentle massage of her belly the entire time.

[lovespeople]

He's right that she'll be super sensitive. Every little touch is amplified to be so much more, and he's not allowing her even the slightest bit of rest in between. She's sweaty, she's panting, she's swollen and stretched in every way... and he's not letting her rest until he's stretched every part of her. The tentacle pressing to her cunt gets her attention, and she tries begging for... something, anything, but doesn't get much out.

"That's... t... too much..." She says it, but trails off into a moan when the tentacle slips into her. "Oh... Oh god.." she manages out, her body shivering visibly in his grasp as she feels herself stretching wider and wider around him. He'd picked the right direction for those suckers, because her length is suddenly rock hard again and in need of the attention he'd offered before. She's at his mercy, she knows it... and he knows it. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she'd love it.

[n_ll]

He does slow down a little when he hears her comment too much, but that doesn't mean he stops. If anything, she just gets to enjoy her second stretch in a slower, leisurely pace while he gives her now hard cock gentle attention with kisses and licking as it swells again. It's a little harder to give it the same attention as before since her big belly is in the way. Still the tentacle inside her sways, giving a gentle slosh to the contents of her stomach so she can drink in the full extent of her largeness. Despite her being totally at his mercy...it's a very gentle kind of mercy.

[lovespeople]

It's probably for the best that he doesn't stop, because she didn't actually want him to stop. She was... overwhelmed, to put it lightly. The slowed pace afterward is welcome, but forces pleasures even more intense than before through her body. She tenses, her whole body shivering for several long moments as he keeps pushing deeper. In a few moments that tentacle of his won't have any space left in her cunt, and that's likely exactly what his goal was.

She has no illusions about how big he's made her, how much of his spunk he's filled her with. She knows all too well, and his constant movements remind her of it without fail. When he turns his attention back to her cock, she can't stop a deep moan from slipping out. Her own tongue falls free of her mouth as she gasps and pants. Gods. He hasn't let her rest, and every touch he makes is electric, there isn't a single part of her that isn't overstimulated from all of this. To make it worse, she can feel her muscles tensing and clenching again, her cunt desperately squeezing at his tentacle as she starts building up to yet another climax. Now after the first two, the rest are like dominoes.

[n_ll]

But she's performing so well, why wouldn't he push her to her limit? Like the tentacle buried deep in her ass, the one in her cunt goes a little more than her limit so she can feel fully stretched without causing pain. He kind of wishes his dick wasn't busy plugging up her ass so he could fill her up in the front too, but he'll have to chock it up to being unprepared. Now that he knows Sybil's secret, there's no real hesitation in thinking about doing this a second time. With her as stuffed as he can make her in his disabled state, he wiggles and squirms everything inside of her while he pushes on and massages and gently bounces her giant belly, trying to position his mouth so he can collect and swallow her whole third load.

God. This whole thing has made him feel a lot better, too. Or maybe it's just the pain meds he ate from her hand.

[lovespeople]

Honestly she'll have to thank him later, being pushed to her limits and beyond is something she would never willingly allow anyone to do to her. In this situation she hadn't expected him to take control like he had, and she didn't expect him to be so willing to stretch her out so completely. There isn't a single part of her that he hasn't claimed as his own, and he isn't even as healthy as he could be. If they're going to do this again later, she's going to have to prepare for what he could do to her.

For now, his gentle movements and squirming all around inside of her are far, far too much for her to take as her whole body squirms and struggles against him while she comes a third time. She goes tense for several moments as her cock pulses, and then she falls limp, giving in to whatever he wants to do to her. Her muscles stay twitching and shivering, her whole body settling into an over-sensitized state. She can't focus on anything, save for the orgasms he's milking out of her. If he wanted to milk her dry, he'd have no difficulty now. If he wanted her to come back to her senses, he could stop, but really that was up to him now.

Meanwhile all she manages out between panted breaths is a long, trailing 'Oohhh my... god....'

[n_ll]

His goal isn't to milk her dry--and by now the description seems quite contrary to her actual state--but to achieve a level of contentedness he'd been struggling to obtain for the last few hours. Once he gets out the last drops of her orgasm, he finally lets her go. The tentacles in and around her loosen their grip, and they slowly, gently fall from her body as Boxer slowly tumbles from the ramp and into the depth of his tank, quickly falling into a blissful slumber at the bottom of it.

It means two things: one, Boxer will now have a really efficient healing session now that he's hopped up on meds and rubbed out his anxieties, and two, Sybil now has ample time to experiment and play around with her newfound...buoyancy.

[lovespeople]

She doesn't actually expect him to pull out. Honestly she was expecting him to have his way with her for much longer, but honestly her pleasure-addled thoughts were conveniently forgetting his injuries. She likely would get exactly what she expected once he was in better health, assuming he was still interested in her. But she intended to keep him around, so she'd have the chance to seduce him as time went on.

Time, though, is something she's happy she has here and now. Because when he pulls free of her, her body doesn't immediately recover from the ordeal. To say that she's messy is a massive understatement. Every bit of her skin is coated at least a little and her thighs are even more of a mess. She floats freely in the water until enough of her senses come back, and she slowly pulls herself back to the ramp. Even as her body does its best to recover, the large swell of her belly is a tell-tale sign of how full she was earlier. She'll be a mess for the next few hours as his spunk finishes draining drom her, but she's not going to complain honestly.

When he wakes up again, he'll find her sprawled out naked, reclined against several cushions. Most important to notice is the bit of plastic below her thighs and the carefully placed glass which is about half full of spunk. Plus, of course, the four other full glasses off to the side. She's keeping them for some reason or purpose, and from the much smaller roundness of her belly it's clear she's almost done this time.

Hopefully he's proud of himself.

[n_ll]

Kind of.

He wakes up several hours later. He's had such an effective sleep that he's actually grown about a half inch on his missing limbs, which sounds impressive until you compare it to his size at large.

He sits up, drowsily, quickly realizing that what brought him awake was his empty stomach. It takes him a minute to get his bearings, and eventually settles on staring at Sybil through the glass in a half-asleep stare, slowly taking in what's going on with her.

Oh, God.

He wrecked her, didn't he? And he didn't even ask for permission, and now she's--having to spend her time draining it all out when she probably has a bunch of stuff to work on!!

He actually feels terrible, and it's clear even though he splays his hand over his face in wide-eyed shame.

[lovespeople]

She's a tough woman, she can take it. He's the first one in a long time to ever be able to push her limits and drive her past the point of reason. That alone was worth another go, even if he could put her at his mercy with little effort. She'd had quite a bit of time to consider their recent... interaction. She'd come to a very simple decision about it, though: It couldn't end after just one time.

Which was why she'd decided to stay in the same room, reclined on the couch so she could keep an eye on him while he rested. It was easy enough to get work done, and even easier to cite being under the weather as cause to not leave her home. She rarely took time to herself, so her disappearance would inevitably cause gossip... though she'd have to deal with the rumor mill later regarding the timing of her "illness" so soon after a total destruction of a pirate gang.

Oh well. Sacrifices had to be made to get what you wanted, didn't they?

She notices his movement and that little pose he takes up. There's no way it could mean what she thinks it means, so she dances around the issue. She does, however, decide to get up and stride over to the side of the tank. Hopefully he won't mind that she's practically naked, the only bit of clothing on her body is a near-transparent nightgown that ends quite a bit too short. It's the sort of lingerie meant to tease by covering almost nothing, and also the only thing she can wear that wouldn't get stained while she waited for him to wake up.

"What, don't tell me you had a bad dream after all of that." She muses aloud, locking her eyes on his. "After all, you made sure I'm going to have great dreams for months to come. You should, too."

[n_ll]

He stares at her as she approaches, eyes trained on her face, as if trying to analyze it for anything that might be...off. Finding nothing, his eyes drift elsewhere, to see if she looks injured anywhere, or...

Huh.

Her dick is really cute when it's flaccid.

It's hard to use sign when you only have one and a half arms, but not impossible. He just uses his tentacle to supplement if he really needs to.

Are you okay?