Dr. Cocktopuss' glistening chrome appendage hot-dogs my buns, lathering itself in his pool of octo-lube. Once a good two feet of flagpole is greased, his limb recoils and begins to cuddle my asshole with its dripping tip. I try to keep that port closed, but after some incessant budging and nuzzling...I don't know what happened. My asshole felt like it was singing, then all of a sudden he's inside of me, and I don't know. I guess my butt found her voice. I guess I'll let him hit. That. Spot. For. Ever. And. Ever. Oh. My. God. Harder! Tentacle! Daddy! Harder!
Another tentacock snakes across my chest and uncoils into several smaller tentacles. Each little guy is somehow just as phallic as the full bad boys battening down my hatches. Two of those tendrils creep around the flesh of my best features until their tips clamp my nips. My tits get sucked and squeezed while a third rod gets mashed between my comic-book-worthy cleavage. At the same time, more coils snake down south to cinch my coin-purse and clamp down on Floppy's head. It looks like a python trying to eat another python. But it feels like getting head from a kinky vacuum cleaner from the future.
"Still can't cum, dickgirl?" Dr. Cocktopuss sneers as he positions my naked body exactly at crotch level and flips me on my back to gaze up at him. "My suit's neural network sends and receives exact, instantaneous stimulus to and from every one of my appendages. I can feel them all, dickgirl. What's more, I can command them! Imagine, having eight simultaneous orgasms, whenever...you...desire!"
Dr. Cocktopuss punctuates his statement with an explosion of pearly goo from all eight tentacocks. The deluge quickly floods my pistoned pussy and rectum. I gulp down as much as my throat can handle but soon I'm spluttering and blowing cum bubbles with my nose. My face, my hair, my chest, my balls, every nook and cranny is soon covered in creamy jizz.
He pins me to the sticky ground. I keep expecting the last of it, but he just. keeps. cumming. My stomach begins to swell. My rectum seeps at the other end. My throat just can't keep up and my lungs begin to fill. The shrill tones of Dr. Cocktopuss orgasming maniacally begin to muffle and fade. My vision blurs and the world grows dimmer.
Just as I'm about to pass out, Dr. Cocktopuss freezes, stock-still, and goes silent. No thrusting, no cackling, no splooging. What the cuck?
Behind my head, a pale figure slowly rises right out of the ground. Long, dark hair is followed by full, dark lips and a pale, scaly face. Slender neck, collarbones and shoulders precede a tall, shapely figure wrapped in a stylish full-length black coat. Once materialized, the being steps forward and plants feet firmly on either side of my head. The coat drapes fully over my plugged face. All I can do is look up.
And what a beautiful sight.
Legs for days rise out of six inch black heels to form a thicc, curvy ass that panties could never contain. A dark, sinewy tail - tipped like an arrowhead - wraps all the way down the right leg. Instead of skin, I see smooth, shimmering scales.
And, maybe it's just the lack of oxygen, but there seems to be an actual black hole where a pussy should be.
Hard to tell since it's obscured by an ebony sack sagging at the weight of balls the size of condor eggs. Then again, they seem pretty proportional to the massive demon schlong they're attached to. That dick looks like something you'd find on a broodmare sent to hell for sexual deviancy. Even in heels, the being's flared, equine tip hangs just above my nose.
Floppy...we may have just found your soulmate. But we might have to go to hell for it. That...that seems right, actually.
Blackout.
