Librarian Tentacles
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ComedyLover
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Yeah, would look great. Add in a big tit Goth girl who is behind it and ****** to join in, would make it perfect 
Stuckboi007
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Oh I like that idea with the goth girl. Maybe she loses control over the tentacles and they turn on her. They both are at the mercy of the slime tendrils. Be a good opportunity for a mature and younger duo.Yeah, would look great. Add in a big tit Goth girl who is behind it and ****** to join in, would make it perfect
ComedyLover
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I was thinking the same thing
Stuckboi007
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Oh I like. I can see this becoming a series on Hentaied. Romero sir if your reading this.....
Stuckboi007
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Also instead of the librarian being the innocent one maybe she could be the antagonist of the series whilst luring unruly girls to their fate sacrificing them to the alien that lives in the bookcase.
RavenPax
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You have something here.
I can see the setting : she is at her desk, there's a door behind her and in each episode she tells a chapter of the book (minus one) to a goth student.
In the last episode we see her open the door behind her and every girls from every stories are here at the mercy of the tentacles. The student now understand it wasn't just stories and that she is the last chapter.
I can see the setting : she is at her desk, there's a door behind her and in each episode she tells a chapter of the book (minus one) to a goth student.
In the last episode we see her open the door behind her and every girls from every stories are here at the mercy of the tentacles. The student now understand it wasn't just stories and that she is the last chapter.
Stuckboi007
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And of course it is too late for the student once the story has began. The librarian has to keep this up. The alien demands it. Sacrifice of unruly girls is the only thing that keeps the alien's thirst quenched. 
Stuckboi007
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Agreed. Wow we have that in common. I write fetish scripts and pay to have them brought to life. Of course I am an amateur. Been doing it for about 3 years now. But this sounds like a great idea Raven. Please let me know if you'd like any input. I look forward to reading it.I think we have a good concept here.
I'll try to write a complete episode.
I'm not an expert but I think it could be fun to try to write at least one.
RavenPax
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Okay so, here is episode 1 of tthe "Librarian" serie. It will consist of six episodes in total.
But, first, I want to say a fex things :
1 - Thanks to Stuckboi007 and ComdeyLover for the original idea. Without them, I would not have written this story.
2 - I said that I'll try to write one episode. But, in the end, I already have four (and I plan to write at least one this week-end). I will add one episode per week.
3 - As english is not my first language, I have not written it in english at first. So, waht you will read is a translation made with the help of DeepL. There may be some mistakes and bad wording here and there. I apologize for this.
4 - Please, sit down, have a cut of tea or whatever adn enjoy your reading (I hope you'll like it).
Episode 1: The Nympho Maniac
The librarian is sitting at her desk putting away a file like every morning. Looking stern in her white suit of a size too small for her, with her beige jacket in which the chain of a watch comes out of a pocket at the level of her chest, she seems not to realize that a young woman is waiting in front of her. Finally, after yet another throat clearing, the librarian raises her head and scrutinizes the young woman, whose name is Liz, her eyes narrowed behind her dark glasses, as if she did not understand what she was seeing.
With a bonnet pulled down over her head, revealing only a lock of purple and black hair that almost obscures her left eye, she looks frail and fragile. Her loose tank top, her short skirt over her leggings and her posture, with one hand holding her other arm, reveal a lack of self-confidence that amuses the librarian.
- Hello, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm looking for a book called "Erotic and Pornographic Tales and Legends", would you happen to have it? asks the young woman shyly.
- (Smirking, still amused) I don't think we have any left, I'm sorry. (Reflecting and scrutinizing the young woman in front of her) Wait, I think we might have a copy left.
With a smile, the woman stands up and scans the shelf next to her desk, ostentatiously bending down to retrieve a book from the lower shelves, her felt skirt molding her quite tightly. She comes back to her desk with an old book in hand.
- "Erotic and pornographic tales and legends" that's it. Six chapters, anonymous author...
- (Cutting the librarian off, a little stressed) Wait, did you say "six chapters"? There are only five, I think.
- Mmh... no, there are six chapters in this book. Did you think there were more?
- No, I was told there were only five.
- Whoever gave you that information is misinformed, if you don't mind me saying so. But please, sit down. I'll read you the first chapter (they're very short), and you can tell me if this is the book you're looking for.
Carrying her bag in front of her, the young woman then sits down opposite the librarian, whose décolleté looks ready to explode at any moment under the pressure exerted by her large breasts. The latter readjusts her glasses and blows on the book to remove the dust. The particles reach Liz, making her cough. The librarian quickly apologizes, then opens the book to chapter one, "The Nympho Maniac".
In her bed, a young woman, Madeleine, masturbates frantically to orgasm. Legs trembling, breasts bouncing to the rhythm of her spasms, she enjoys this new orgasm as much as the previous ones. The ringing of her phone suddenly snaps her out of her pleasure. Exasperated, she picks up anyway. It's a friend who wants to know if she's available for a date tonight.
- No, unfortunately I can't. I've got a lot of work to do. I still have to interpret these test results. ( Silence. she listens to her friend's answer) Yeah I know, but, you know my boss, he always sends me things at the last moment. Anyway, I'll call you back when I'm done with it, and we'll manage to find a moment for our evening.
She hangs up immediately after the traditional courtesies and grabs one of the many sex toys on her bed. Activating her hitachi, she plunges back into total ecstasy. An ecstasy that prevents her from seeing the tentacle coming, grabbing her ankle and dragging her out of her bed, and of her room...
In a darkened room, Madeleine awakens with difficulty, unable to make sense of her surroundings. Remembering the thing that grabbed her ankle, she sits up and, although she sees that there's nothing, she checks with her hands to make sure there really is nothing there.
That's when she heard them. Tentacles moved towards her, undulating on the ground like snakes. Slowly, as if not to frighten off a wild beast, she backed away, step after step, still on her bottom. She suddenly stops when she feels something on her shoulder. Carefully turning her head, she discovers another tentacle leaking a whitish liquid, as if she were drooling. No sooner does she realize this than the other tentacles grab her ankles, sliding her down onto her back, while a third penetrates her sex. Tetanized, the young woman gives in as the one on her shoulder spills its viscous liquid onto her breasts.
Things go on like this for what seems an eternity to the poor panicking woman. Finally, the tentacles withdraw, leaving her bathed in their sperm, and covered in the same liquid. Breathing heavily, she takes a moment to calm down.
Once she had regained her cool, she decided to attempt to escape. Rolling onto her side to get up, she comes face to face with a tentacle that violently enters her mouth. The woman can't react, but strangely enough, she feels no longer the need to escape. The horror of her things is no longer the same, and as new tentacles penetrate her, an invigorating sensation of warmth washes over her and makes her feel good.
Letting herself go at first, she then masturbates to increase her pleasure. Trembling all over her body, her eyes rolling in her sockets, she surrenders herself to this orgasm of a power new to her. The tentacles then quickly withdraw, their semen dripping from her holes and mingling with her own bodily fluids.
Exhausted by the power of her orgasm, she drops onto her side and tenderly caresses the semen lying on the floor with her fingertips. She feels good, she smiles. But suddenly, a fear comes over her. Fear that the tentacles will never return, that they'll leave her here and now. Panicked, stressed, she sits up sharply and calls, calls as loudly as she can to the demons she sees as a blessing, masturbating again, this time with both hands, desperate to recapture those extraordinary sensations.
- COME BACK!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!! PLEASE!!
- The end.
Slowly, the librarian looks up at Liz, who seems caught up in the story.
- It was... intense, she finally says in a breath.
- Wasn't it?
Staring blankly, Liz seems to be elsewhere, while the librarian stares at her from behind her glasses. Finally, the young woman stands up.
- I have to go, she says without any conviction.
- Hold on, young lady. You can't just leave when I've only read the first chapter!
- It was already very intense. I don't think I need to know any more.
- On the contrary, I think you do. I'm sure you're dying to hear the whole thing.
For a moment, the two women face each other wordlessly, staring straight into each other's eyes.
- That's true. I'd love you to read the next part.
Without a word, the librarian indicated the seat opposite her and Liz sat down, this time putting her bag down beside her. Smiling, the librarian readjusts her glasses and turns the page to chapter two...
But, first, I want to say a fex things :
1 - Thanks to Stuckboi007 and ComdeyLover for the original idea. Without them, I would not have written this story.
2 - I said that I'll try to write one episode. But, in the end, I already have four (and I plan to write at least one this week-end). I will add one episode per week.
3 - As english is not my first language, I have not written it in english at first. So, waht you will read is a translation made with the help of DeepL. There may be some mistakes and bad wording here and there. I apologize for this.
4 - Please, sit down, have a cut of tea or whatever adn enjoy your reading (I hope you'll like it).
Episode 1: The Nympho Maniac
The librarian is sitting at her desk putting away a file like every morning. Looking stern in her white suit of a size too small for her, with her beige jacket in which the chain of a watch comes out of a pocket at the level of her chest, she seems not to realize that a young woman is waiting in front of her. Finally, after yet another throat clearing, the librarian raises her head and scrutinizes the young woman, whose name is Liz, her eyes narrowed behind her dark glasses, as if she did not understand what she was seeing.
With a bonnet pulled down over her head, revealing only a lock of purple and black hair that almost obscures her left eye, she looks frail and fragile. Her loose tank top, her short skirt over her leggings and her posture, with one hand holding her other arm, reveal a lack of self-confidence that amuses the librarian.
- Hello, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm looking for a book called "Erotic and Pornographic Tales and Legends", would you happen to have it? asks the young woman shyly.
- (Smirking, still amused) I don't think we have any left, I'm sorry. (Reflecting and scrutinizing the young woman in front of her) Wait, I think we might have a copy left.
With a smile, the woman stands up and scans the shelf next to her desk, ostentatiously bending down to retrieve a book from the lower shelves, her felt skirt molding her quite tightly. She comes back to her desk with an old book in hand.
- "Erotic and pornographic tales and legends" that's it. Six chapters, anonymous author...
- (Cutting the librarian off, a little stressed) Wait, did you say "six chapters"? There are only five, I think.
- Mmh... no, there are six chapters in this book. Did you think there were more?
- No, I was told there were only five.
- Whoever gave you that information is misinformed, if you don't mind me saying so. But please, sit down. I'll read you the first chapter (they're very short), and you can tell me if this is the book you're looking for.
Carrying her bag in front of her, the young woman then sits down opposite the librarian, whose décolleté looks ready to explode at any moment under the pressure exerted by her large breasts. The latter readjusts her glasses and blows on the book to remove the dust. The particles reach Liz, making her cough. The librarian quickly apologizes, then opens the book to chapter one, "The Nympho Maniac".
In her bed, a young woman, Madeleine, masturbates frantically to orgasm. Legs trembling, breasts bouncing to the rhythm of her spasms, she enjoys this new orgasm as much as the previous ones. The ringing of her phone suddenly snaps her out of her pleasure. Exasperated, she picks up anyway. It's a friend who wants to know if she's available for a date tonight.
- No, unfortunately I can't. I've got a lot of work to do. I still have to interpret these test results. ( Silence. she listens to her friend's answer) Yeah I know, but, you know my boss, he always sends me things at the last moment. Anyway, I'll call you back when I'm done with it, and we'll manage to find a moment for our evening.
She hangs up immediately after the traditional courtesies and grabs one of the many sex toys on her bed. Activating her hitachi, she plunges back into total ecstasy. An ecstasy that prevents her from seeing the tentacle coming, grabbing her ankle and dragging her out of her bed, and of her room...
In a darkened room, Madeleine awakens with difficulty, unable to make sense of her surroundings. Remembering the thing that grabbed her ankle, she sits up and, although she sees that there's nothing, she checks with her hands to make sure there really is nothing there.
That's when she heard them. Tentacles moved towards her, undulating on the ground like snakes. Slowly, as if not to frighten off a wild beast, she backed away, step after step, still on her bottom. She suddenly stops when she feels something on her shoulder. Carefully turning her head, she discovers another tentacle leaking a whitish liquid, as if she were drooling. No sooner does she realize this than the other tentacles grab her ankles, sliding her down onto her back, while a third penetrates her sex. Tetanized, the young woman gives in as the one on her shoulder spills its viscous liquid onto her breasts.
Things go on like this for what seems an eternity to the poor panicking woman. Finally, the tentacles withdraw, leaving her bathed in their sperm, and covered in the same liquid. Breathing heavily, she takes a moment to calm down.
Once she had regained her cool, she decided to attempt to escape. Rolling onto her side to get up, she comes face to face with a tentacle that violently enters her mouth. The woman can't react, but strangely enough, she feels no longer the need to escape. The horror of her things is no longer the same, and as new tentacles penetrate her, an invigorating sensation of warmth washes over her and makes her feel good.
Letting herself go at first, she then masturbates to increase her pleasure. Trembling all over her body, her eyes rolling in her sockets, she surrenders herself to this orgasm of a power new to her. The tentacles then quickly withdraw, their semen dripping from her holes and mingling with her own bodily fluids.
Exhausted by the power of her orgasm, she drops onto her side and tenderly caresses the semen lying on the floor with her fingertips. She feels good, she smiles. But suddenly, a fear comes over her. Fear that the tentacles will never return, that they'll leave her here and now. Panicked, stressed, she sits up sharply and calls, calls as loudly as she can to the demons she sees as a blessing, masturbating again, this time with both hands, desperate to recapture those extraordinary sensations.
- COME BACK!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!! PLEASE!!
- The end.
Slowly, the librarian looks up at Liz, who seems caught up in the story.
- It was... intense, she finally says in a breath.
- Wasn't it?
Staring blankly, Liz seems to be elsewhere, while the librarian stares at her from behind her glasses. Finally, the young woman stands up.
- I have to go, she says without any conviction.
- Hold on, young lady. You can't just leave when I've only read the first chapter!
- It was already very intense. I don't think I need to know any more.
- On the contrary, I think you do. I'm sure you're dying to hear the whole thing.
For a moment, the two women face each other wordlessly, staring straight into each other's eyes.
- That's true. I'd love you to read the next part.
Without a word, the librarian indicated the seat opposite her and Liz sat down, this time putting her bag down beside her. Smiling, the librarian readjusts her glasses and turns the page to chapter two...
RavenPax
Member
I forgot a few things :
1 - I tried to keep the story and setting as simple as possible so it will be easier for Hentaied and Romero to adapt the story if they want.
2 - There is no caracter description apart from the main caracters because I fought it wasn't necessary (again, if they adapt it, they will choose actresses they can, not actresses that looks like the description).
3 - Feel free to do whatever you want of this story (If you want to re-write it, to write another episode, to make fanarts of the caracters etc.) There is, of course, no copyright on it, so make it yours if you want and be creative (if you want, again)
1 - I tried to keep the story and setting as simple as possible so it will be easier for Hentaied and Romero to adapt the story if they want.
2 - There is no caracter description apart from the main caracters because I fought it wasn't necessary (again, if they adapt it, they will choose actresses they can, not actresses that looks like the description).
3 - Feel free to do whatever you want of this story (If you want to re-write it, to write another episode, to make fanarts of the caracters etc.) There is, of course, no copyright on it, so make it yours if you want and be creative (if you want, again)
Stuckboi007
New member
Raven this would make a great movie. I can see this having many parts to it thanks to your writing. Great work. The translation was still great. It made total sense to me.
RavenPax
Member
So, for your enjoyment ladies and gentlemen, here is part two of "The Librarian" serie.
I hope you'll enjoy this one too
Episode 2: The insatiable one
Nervous, folding and unfolding the fingers of her hands in her lap, Liz waits nervously for the librarian to begin to read. But she puts the book on her desk and stares at Liz instead of reading.
- I just remembered. We haven't even introduced ourselves! My name's Ellen.
With a smile fixed to her lips, she holds out a hand with long red-painted nails to the young woman, who doesn't react immediately.
- Elizabeth. But I prefer Liz.
The two women shake hands and Ellen notices that Liz's nails are short, bitten and stained black. The moment their hands touch, Liz has a slight spasm, almost imperceptible because of an electrostatic shock.
- Isn't it better this way? It's friendlier if we know each other's names. (A brief pause) Well, I'll continue. Chapter two, "The Insatiable one".
Sitting on her sofa, feet crossed on the table, a woman named Cherry eats a huge tub of ice cream in front of a TV program. Dressed only in lingerie, she swallows bite after bite with delight.
Just as the commercial breaks, she gets up to fetch a drink, her bare feet treading the cold tiled floor. On a cabinet next to her fridge, a sheet of paper and some tins. Closing her fridge, she glances down at what turns out to be a prescription and some medicine cans.
- I can eat whatever I want anyway, I'm not getting any fatter," she hisses through her teeth.
- Indeed, she has been diagnosed as bulimic. But, thanks to a favorable metabolism that keeps her slim, she doesn't seek a cure despite numerous warnings from her doctor and family.
Back on the sofa, she doesn't have time to settle in before she notices that her fridge is open. Surprised at first, she thought she'd closed it, but then realized she must have done it wrong. She gets up and, approaching the half-open door, notices a viscous liquid dripping from the gap. Unable to figure out from which box this strange liquid is coming from, she opens the door wide and is immediately stunned. Tentacles encircle her neck and pull her inside the fridge. The door immediately closes behind her, leaving the TV program to resume without its viewer.
White smoke flows through the huge black room. Or is it outside? The young woman can't tell at the moment she wakes up naked in the smoke. Frightened at first, she soon becomes aware of the cold surrounding her and pinches her skin. Cowering in on herself, arms around her knees, she tries to figure out where she is.
Then she notices that the smoke is clearing. As it does, it reveals a plate lying on the floor. A plate full of milk! Her bulimic appetite catching up with her, she walks over to the plate and, like a cat, starts to drink. But it's not milk! The texture of the liquid is viscous and strangely dense.
Still bent over the plate, her first reflex is to spit out what's in her mouth. Then she goes to straighten up, but tentacles she hadn't seen coming entangle her wrists and pull on her arms, causing her head to plunge into the plate. Held like this, her bottom is dangerously elevated. It doesn't take long for a tentacle to delicately penetrate her.
Her torment begins. With one tentacle moving back and forth, and two others holding her wrists, she can't free herself and risks suffocating in the plate. With no other choice, she starts sucking the liquid out. The back-and-forth movements get faster as she empties the plate.
Finally reaching the end, licking the plate in a rush that even amazes her, the tentacle in her vagina withdraws and ejaculates on her buttocks, hot semen dripping down her back. The other tentacles gripping her wrists withdraw as well. She falls back onto her back, exhausted and, for the first time in a while, satiated.
But two new plates appear at her side.
- No. It's too much, she says, her voice muffled.
A tentacle descends to her mouth, penetrates her and forces her to perform a blowjob. Another penetrates her sex. Glancing to the side, she discovers that the plates have disappeared. She then surrenders herself to the tentacles, letting herself be overwhelmed by the strange pleasure these things give her. With great dedication, she tries to swallow everything the tentacle in her mouth sends her, but the quantity being excessive, she has to spit out a good part of it.
The one in her sex finally withdraws and, in a rush that takes Cherry by surprise, the one in her mouth sends out an extraordinary quantity of sperm, making her belly inflate visibly.
The tentacle, judging her to be full, withdraws and, after a few seemingly interminable seconds of pain, the sperm comes out of all her orifices, causing her belly to deflate as quickly as it had inflated.
Wading through the alien sperm, she struggles to sit up and sees two new, full plates in front of her. Feeling hunger pangs once again, she jumps at them and swallows their contents at an astonishing speed. Once she's finished, she holds up a plate with both hands and asks:
- More! MORE!
Her wish is granted: a plethora of plates appear from nowhere, encircling her. At the very peak of her happiness, she pounces on them and gives herself over to her pleasure.
Totally caught up in the story, Liz, speechless, doesn't even realize it has just ended.
- So, what's up? Asks Ellen, who can see that Liz is still in this strange world full of sex-hungry tentacles.
- (Collecting herself) That's it? It's over? I mean, what happens to her at the end?
- At the end? Ellen repeats, amused.
- Yes, at the end. Does she go home, or stay in this strange world? What does she do next?
Liz seems almost worried about this young woman, judging by her trembling voice.
- Well, maybe the next story will tell us more about this world, suggests Ellen.
Liz approves with a nod. Straightening her glasses on her nose, Ellen turns the page of the book.
I hope you'll enjoy this one too
Episode 2: The insatiable one
Nervous, folding and unfolding the fingers of her hands in her lap, Liz waits nervously for the librarian to begin to read. But she puts the book on her desk and stares at Liz instead of reading.
- I just remembered. We haven't even introduced ourselves! My name's Ellen.
With a smile fixed to her lips, she holds out a hand with long red-painted nails to the young woman, who doesn't react immediately.
- Elizabeth. But I prefer Liz.
The two women shake hands and Ellen notices that Liz's nails are short, bitten and stained black. The moment their hands touch, Liz has a slight spasm, almost imperceptible because of an electrostatic shock.
- Isn't it better this way? It's friendlier if we know each other's names. (A brief pause) Well, I'll continue. Chapter two, "The Insatiable one".
Sitting on her sofa, feet crossed on the table, a woman named Cherry eats a huge tub of ice cream in front of a TV program. Dressed only in lingerie, she swallows bite after bite with delight.
Just as the commercial breaks, she gets up to fetch a drink, her bare feet treading the cold tiled floor. On a cabinet next to her fridge, a sheet of paper and some tins. Closing her fridge, she glances down at what turns out to be a prescription and some medicine cans.
- I can eat whatever I want anyway, I'm not getting any fatter," she hisses through her teeth.
- Indeed, she has been diagnosed as bulimic. But, thanks to a favorable metabolism that keeps her slim, she doesn't seek a cure despite numerous warnings from her doctor and family.
Back on the sofa, she doesn't have time to settle in before she notices that her fridge is open. Surprised at first, she thought she'd closed it, but then realized she must have done it wrong. She gets up and, approaching the half-open door, notices a viscous liquid dripping from the gap. Unable to figure out from which box this strange liquid is coming from, she opens the door wide and is immediately stunned. Tentacles encircle her neck and pull her inside the fridge. The door immediately closes behind her, leaving the TV program to resume without its viewer.
White smoke flows through the huge black room. Or is it outside? The young woman can't tell at the moment she wakes up naked in the smoke. Frightened at first, she soon becomes aware of the cold surrounding her and pinches her skin. Cowering in on herself, arms around her knees, she tries to figure out where she is.
Then she notices that the smoke is clearing. As it does, it reveals a plate lying on the floor. A plate full of milk! Her bulimic appetite catching up with her, she walks over to the plate and, like a cat, starts to drink. But it's not milk! The texture of the liquid is viscous and strangely dense.
Still bent over the plate, her first reflex is to spit out what's in her mouth. Then she goes to straighten up, but tentacles she hadn't seen coming entangle her wrists and pull on her arms, causing her head to plunge into the plate. Held like this, her bottom is dangerously elevated. It doesn't take long for a tentacle to delicately penetrate her.
Her torment begins. With one tentacle moving back and forth, and two others holding her wrists, she can't free herself and risks suffocating in the plate. With no other choice, she starts sucking the liquid out. The back-and-forth movements get faster as she empties the plate.
Finally reaching the end, licking the plate in a rush that even amazes her, the tentacle in her vagina withdraws and ejaculates on her buttocks, hot semen dripping down her back. The other tentacles gripping her wrists withdraw as well. She falls back onto her back, exhausted and, for the first time in a while, satiated.
But two new plates appear at her side.
- No. It's too much, she says, her voice muffled.
A tentacle descends to her mouth, penetrates her and forces her to perform a blowjob. Another penetrates her sex. Glancing to the side, she discovers that the plates have disappeared. She then surrenders herself to the tentacles, letting herself be overwhelmed by the strange pleasure these things give her. With great dedication, she tries to swallow everything the tentacle in her mouth sends her, but the quantity being excessive, she has to spit out a good part of it.
The one in her sex finally withdraws and, in a rush that takes Cherry by surprise, the one in her mouth sends out an extraordinary quantity of sperm, making her belly inflate visibly.
The tentacle, judging her to be full, withdraws and, after a few seemingly interminable seconds of pain, the sperm comes out of all her orifices, causing her belly to deflate as quickly as it had inflated.
Wading through the alien sperm, she struggles to sit up and sees two new, full plates in front of her. Feeling hunger pangs once again, she jumps at them and swallows their contents at an astonishing speed. Once she's finished, she holds up a plate with both hands and asks:
- More! MORE!
Her wish is granted: a plethora of plates appear from nowhere, encircling her. At the very peak of her happiness, she pounces on them and gives herself over to her pleasure.
Totally caught up in the story, Liz, speechless, doesn't even realize it has just ended.
- So, what's up? Asks Ellen, who can see that Liz is still in this strange world full of sex-hungry tentacles.
- (Collecting herself) That's it? It's over? I mean, what happens to her at the end?
- At the end? Ellen repeats, amused.
- Yes, at the end. Does she go home, or stay in this strange world? What does she do next?
Liz seems almost worried about this young woman, judging by her trembling voice.
- Well, maybe the next story will tell us more about this world, suggests Ellen.
Liz approves with a nod. Straightening her glasses on her nose, Ellen turns the page of the book.
ComedyLover
Member
Very interested in what comes next, so far it’s been really good.
Stuckboi007
New member
Very well written Raven. This got my imagination going. You're really good at this.
RavenPax
Member
Thanks Stuckboi
With all those kind words from you and ComedyLover, I now feel some pressure haha
Still, here is episode 3. As always I hope you'll like this one
Episode 3: The murderess
The page indicates "Chapter 3". But Liz can't read the next word. In no hurry, Ellen picks up the cup on her desk and notices it's empty. As she stands up for a drink, she suggests to Liz:
- Would you like something?
- Coffee would be fine, thank you.
Turning her back on Liz to refill her cup and take one for Liz, the latter takes the opportunity to bring her hand to her sex, giving it a very light massage to try and get rid of this strange sensation that's bothering her more and more. As if she wanted to be taken by his imaginary tentacles, as if their embrace was calling her.
Ellen, who hasn't seen anything, hands her a hot mug, which Liz takes with both hands, thanking her with a slight shake of the head. The librarian seated again, drinks a long sip.
- My throat was dry. (A moment) Well, shall we go back?
With a nervous shake of her head, Liz signals that she's ready to dive back into this strange and terribly exciting world.
She's naked, sitting astride the inert body of a man, a metal figure in her hand. With a now mechanical movement, she strikes him in the face. Over and over again.
Exhausted, Sibyl finally stops, dropping the statuette to the ground. But she remains standing over the corpse, its face battered, bloodstained and unrecognizable. Recovering her senses, she stands up, looks at the man and, cautiously, as if she's afraid he'll get up again, backs away, step by step.
She doesn't see the tentacles coming, which embrace her ankles, wrists, hips and neck, and, with a sudden movement, pull her backwards.
On her knees, arms and neck held in place by tentacles, she faces others waving like snakes in front of her. Trying in vain to free herself, she struggles as hard as she can. But their embrace is far too strong. Enraged, exhausted, breathing fast and sweat dripping down her forehead, she doesn't expect the semen that spurts forcefully at her.
Surprised, frightened, she stares in horror at one of the tentacles dripping liquid from its orifice. Seeing another one coming forward, she only has time to close her eyes and turn her head away before she receives another spurt. Spitting cum that had reached her lips, she asks:
- What do you want from me?
The tentacles then rise, as if looking up. Following their "gaze", Sibyl lifts her head as a cascade of alien semen washes over her. Completely soiled, she shakes her head right and left to expel the viscous liquid from her hair, then spits repeatedly on the floor.
- Let me go, she asks, enraged and frightened.
But the tentacles don't see it that way and throw her to the ground on her stomach. Stunned, she doesn't react immediately when a tentacle penetrates her. Exhausted, she doesn't react until another tentacle penetrates her ass. Although she struggles with all her strength, Sibyl cannot free herself from the powerful embrace of these things. She begins to beg.
- Let me go, please. Please let me go!
But a tentacle penetrates her mouth, preventing her from speaking.
Suffering assaults through all her orifices, she nearly chokes several times on the impressive quantity of semen the tentacle pours into her mouth.
Finally, the tentacles withdraw all at once to ejaculate on her once more together and retire in a deafening silence, leaving Sibyl alone, naked, covered in their semen and frightened. After a moment, she curls up, still bathed in semen.
Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness overcomes her and, looking at the seed spread out on the ground, she hopes for them to return.
Then, without any warning, the tentacles come back, hold her wrists and ankles, turn her onto her back and, thus powerless, she suffers further assaults. But something has changed. Strangely, she no longer struggles, she doesn't even scream. Now she comes. She quickly reaches orgasm and, as the feeling begins to fade, she hopes to reach it again as soon as possible.
On the verge of reaching a new one, she notices a tentacle waiting just above her head. Eager to have it in her mouth, she moves her head forward and, still unable to reach the Grail, licks the tentacle with the tip of her tongue, asking for it to come down. But instead, after spitting out just a few drops, the tentacle rises until it's completely out of reach.
- No, come back! Come back! she pleads.
But the tentacle doesn't seem to want to come down. The others finally ejaculate inside her and withdraw. Still held by her wrists and ankles, she lets herself go, feeling increasingly tired.
Closing her eyes, she is about to fall asleep when she feels drops falling on her. Her sexual appetite taking over, she opens her eyes again, eager.
But what happens then is not at all what she expected. The tentacles come down on her, hitting her in the face, stomach, chest, legs, everywhere.
Still held down, she can only endure, and in her pain, she sees herself killing this man, beating him frantically, violently and not stopping, even after he's dead. Suddenly, the roles are reversed in her mind. Him on top of her, statuette in hand, striking with all his strength.
Suddenly, a monster with sharp teeth appeared before her.
Blackout...
Liz stirs in her seat, her wet sex seemingly on fire. Ellen has just read the word "End". She then notices that the young woman doesn't look well.
- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm... I'm fine. It's just that... that story. Maybe it was a bit too much for me," she manages to articulate.
- Have a drink. You'll feel better.
- Liz does as she's told and is pleased to find that the sensation of the warm liquid calms her a little. With her eyes closed, she takes a deep breath, holds it, and exhales slowly. Ellen waits for her to finish and then ask her:
- Do you practice yoga? Your breathing technique is a yoga one. I used to do it too.
Liz just nods, remaining silent. She's been shaken by what's happened while reading this story. But she'll soon recover her mind and regain her lucidity.
- We'd probably better stop there, you seem... but she can't finish her sentence.
- (Cutting Ellen off. Forcefully) No! (Realizing she's been aggressive) I mean... I can bear to hear the rest.
- (Suspicious) Are you sure?
- (Determined) Yes. I want to. I can go on.
- As you wish. Adjusting her glasses on her nose, Ellen turns the page.
With all those kind words from you and ComedyLover, I now feel some pressure haha
Still, here is episode 3. As always I hope you'll like this one
Episode 3: The murderess
The page indicates "Chapter 3". But Liz can't read the next word. In no hurry, Ellen picks up the cup on her desk and notices it's empty. As she stands up for a drink, she suggests to Liz:
- Would you like something?
- Coffee would be fine, thank you.
Turning her back on Liz to refill her cup and take one for Liz, the latter takes the opportunity to bring her hand to her sex, giving it a very light massage to try and get rid of this strange sensation that's bothering her more and more. As if she wanted to be taken by his imaginary tentacles, as if their embrace was calling her.
Ellen, who hasn't seen anything, hands her a hot mug, which Liz takes with both hands, thanking her with a slight shake of the head. The librarian seated again, drinks a long sip.
- My throat was dry. (A moment) Well, shall we go back?
With a nervous shake of her head, Liz signals that she's ready to dive back into this strange and terribly exciting world.
She's naked, sitting astride the inert body of a man, a metal figure in her hand. With a now mechanical movement, she strikes him in the face. Over and over again.
Exhausted, Sibyl finally stops, dropping the statuette to the ground. But she remains standing over the corpse, its face battered, bloodstained and unrecognizable. Recovering her senses, she stands up, looks at the man and, cautiously, as if she's afraid he'll get up again, backs away, step by step.
She doesn't see the tentacles coming, which embrace her ankles, wrists, hips and neck, and, with a sudden movement, pull her backwards.
On her knees, arms and neck held in place by tentacles, she faces others waving like snakes in front of her. Trying in vain to free herself, she struggles as hard as she can. But their embrace is far too strong. Enraged, exhausted, breathing fast and sweat dripping down her forehead, she doesn't expect the semen that spurts forcefully at her.
Surprised, frightened, she stares in horror at one of the tentacles dripping liquid from its orifice. Seeing another one coming forward, she only has time to close her eyes and turn her head away before she receives another spurt. Spitting cum that had reached her lips, she asks:
- What do you want from me?
The tentacles then rise, as if looking up. Following their "gaze", Sibyl lifts her head as a cascade of alien semen washes over her. Completely soiled, she shakes her head right and left to expel the viscous liquid from her hair, then spits repeatedly on the floor.
- Let me go, she asks, enraged and frightened.
But the tentacles don't see it that way and throw her to the ground on her stomach. Stunned, she doesn't react immediately when a tentacle penetrates her. Exhausted, she doesn't react until another tentacle penetrates her ass. Although she struggles with all her strength, Sibyl cannot free herself from the powerful embrace of these things. She begins to beg.
- Let me go, please. Please let me go!
But a tentacle penetrates her mouth, preventing her from speaking.
Suffering assaults through all her orifices, she nearly chokes several times on the impressive quantity of semen the tentacle pours into her mouth.
Finally, the tentacles withdraw all at once to ejaculate on her once more together and retire in a deafening silence, leaving Sibyl alone, naked, covered in their semen and frightened. After a moment, she curls up, still bathed in semen.
Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness overcomes her and, looking at the seed spread out on the ground, she hopes for them to return.
Then, without any warning, the tentacles come back, hold her wrists and ankles, turn her onto her back and, thus powerless, she suffers further assaults. But something has changed. Strangely, she no longer struggles, she doesn't even scream. Now she comes. She quickly reaches orgasm and, as the feeling begins to fade, she hopes to reach it again as soon as possible.
On the verge of reaching a new one, she notices a tentacle waiting just above her head. Eager to have it in her mouth, she moves her head forward and, still unable to reach the Grail, licks the tentacle with the tip of her tongue, asking for it to come down. But instead, after spitting out just a few drops, the tentacle rises until it's completely out of reach.
- No, come back! Come back! she pleads.
But the tentacle doesn't seem to want to come down. The others finally ejaculate inside her and withdraw. Still held by her wrists and ankles, she lets herself go, feeling increasingly tired.
Closing her eyes, she is about to fall asleep when she feels drops falling on her. Her sexual appetite taking over, she opens her eyes again, eager.
But what happens then is not at all what she expected. The tentacles come down on her, hitting her in the face, stomach, chest, legs, everywhere.
Still held down, she can only endure, and in her pain, she sees herself killing this man, beating him frantically, violently and not stopping, even after he's dead. Suddenly, the roles are reversed in her mind. Him on top of her, statuette in hand, striking with all his strength.
Suddenly, a monster with sharp teeth appeared before her.
Blackout...
Liz stirs in her seat, her wet sex seemingly on fire. Ellen has just read the word "End". She then notices that the young woman doesn't look well.
- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm... I'm fine. It's just that... that story. Maybe it was a bit too much for me," she manages to articulate.
- Have a drink. You'll feel better.
- Liz does as she's told and is pleased to find that the sensation of the warm liquid calms her a little. With her eyes closed, she takes a deep breath, holds it, and exhales slowly. Ellen waits for her to finish and then ask her:
- Do you practice yoga? Your breathing technique is a yoga one. I used to do it too.
Liz just nods, remaining silent. She's been shaken by what's happened while reading this story. But she'll soon recover her mind and regain her lucidity.
- We'd probably better stop there, you seem... but she can't finish her sentence.
- (Cutting Ellen off. Forcefully) No! (Realizing she's been aggressive) I mean... I can bear to hear the rest.
- (Suspicious) Are you sure?
- (Determined) Yes. I want to. I can go on.
- As you wish. Adjusting her glasses on her nose, Ellen turns the page.