They Came From Beneath Pt 02

(This part is quite a bit different from the previous one—make sure you read the tags before proceeding)

If Will could have cum again, he would have with the pressure of spunk filling his guts and sliding thickly down his body. His hot skin feels like it's covered in sparkles, and that feeling starts to spread all through him until his entire body is full of pins and needles. The heat is growing inside him too, to an uncomfortable level.

He groans and struggles weakly in the tentacles, hazy thoughts troubled. What...is happening...? He can barely see Ares next to him, his limbs moving sluggishly, wrapped in loops of tentacles and hidden under a layer of slime. "Mghggm..." Ares can hardly breath with the tentacle deep in his mouth, its warm slime filling him.

Relax. Accept.

Will feels like he's melting, his body malleable enough to be reformed into whatever shape that commanding voice desires. His struggles still as he gives himself over to its wishes, and the voice rumbles approvingly in his mind. The tingling grows, making him pant for breath, driving all other thoughts from his head as his body is slowly remade. At last the hot sparkling begins to fade, and the tentacles pull wetly out of their mouths, trailing slime.

Yes. Good girls.

"Aaahm!" Will's body arches as slippery lengths slide between her legs and her brand new pussy is pushed open and deeply filled by the tentacle that has just left her mouth. She can't think with that slimy shaft thrusting in and out of her, the long lines of suckers popping against her entrances as it alternates with the one in her ass. The pleasure is overwhelming, driving her crazy. She barely knows what is going on as the tentacles roll her over and she suddenly finds herself pressed full-length against Ares.

Woah, Ares' body is soft and rounded, all the angles smoothed away, and the hard nipples on her full breasts are rubbing against Will's own, making her pussy spasm around the tentacle inside. Will looks down at herself and raises one hand to wonderingly cup her own new breast, warm, and pliant, and slick with slime.

Still in shock, they can hardly process what has happened. Will looks into Ares' big eyes framed with thick lashes, and then closes her own and moans slightly as the tentacles slither and writhe inside them. Does it matter that she doesn't understand any of this? Ares is so hot, and the feel of her body against hers is making Will's pussy even wetter. She wraps one leg over her, rubbing her clit against her slippery thigh. Fuck! It's so much smaller than a dick, but the feeling is so

intense!

Ares' lips find hers, kissing her between their gasps and panting breaths.

Ares lets out a mewl of pleasure and presses into Will as tentacles grab her nipples, her pussy dripping juices down Will's leg, almost on the edge of orgasm so fast.

Good girls

, the voice praises them,

You are ready. You will carry the brood.

The tentacles quickly swell inside them as they continue to thrust in and out of their fluttering holes.

Now cum!

Alarm pings faintly somewhere deep in Will's brain at the words 'carry the brood', but the next instant it's buried under wave after wave of pleasure as the tentacles begin to fuck them faster. Her mind and body are already so used to obeying the tentacles' commands that she loses all sense of self as it orders them to cum, and their moans of ecstasy are released simultaneously, breathy and gasping. As the tentacles swell inside her, stretching her even wider, Will's new body rides a chain of orgasms, never coming all the way down from one before the next one spasms through her again.

"Ahh! Ahh!" Will feels Ares' breathing quicken against her, moaning as the tentacles begin to pump their seed into their bellies. She can feel hers growing, pressing against Ares, and her eyes roll back, overwhelmed with everything that is happening. What have they become?!

The entire time they are cumming, the deep voice pummels their minds, alternating between commands and praise.

Accept. Obey. Return....Gooood girls....Accept. Obey. Return . . . Good brood mothers!

Their brains are filled with visions of seeking another body of water, wading out, feeling the many slender tentacles of the growing young inside them begin to slip and push their way out of their pussies before they at last struggle free and swim away into their new home.

They come back to their senses slowly, laying on the grass at the edge of the teal-green waters of the alpine lake. The snowy mountain peak is reflected in its smooth surface like in a mirror—not a ripple in sight. Will looks over to where Ares is pushing herself up with her slender arms, her belly swollen with the tentacles' brood, and she spreads her hands over the uncomfortable bulge of her own stomach. This is their duty now, to deliver these young to an appropriate home.

As they climb to their feet, their bodies are still hypersensitive; the feel of Will's legs touching each other as she rises is enough to make her pussy throb and a light moan escape her lips. This is the tentacles' gift to them: an incredible capacity for pleasure. And every time they edge, every time they cum, they will remember them, because deeply implanted, rooting down into their brain stems, is one command:

Return

. They are allowed to go back to their lives as best they can, but they are the tentacles' breeding stock now, and one purpose supersedes all others. When they are called, they will return to be of service.

***

They glimpse the small lake through the trees, and Will feels a sudden movement inside her, a flexing, a sliding. Her belly cramps and she grunts, putting her hand up to it, but then her furrowed brows relax, a dreamy look softening her features as any worries she might have are washed away in a rush of warmth spreading down her neck from the base of her skull and through the rest of her body.

Ares moans next to her and Will looks over, their eyes meeting with a conspiratorial grin. Then Will's attention is drawn back to her belly, something pushing against her hand, and when she looks down she can

see

the brood moving inside her, the surface of her rounded stomach faintly bulging and shifting.

They know what to do: walking forward into the water, laying back naked in the shallows, spreading their legs. When the cool water touches their pussies, the movement inside them increases, and they begin to pant as the first of the tentacle brood starts to force their way out. They are covered in slime, thoroughly coating Will and Ares' pussies and thighs as they squirm and wriggle and finally sliiiiiiide free in a long, slippery burst. Both women cry out, bodies spasming with sudden orgasm as the two tentacles swim eel-like out of view in the water.

They are still cumming as they feel more of the brood start to push their way free, each one giving them a renewed orgasm as it slides out, a last 'thank you' for carrying them here. Three . . . four . . . they soon lose count, minds melting with constant pleasure, unable to comprehend numbers anymore. Will shudders and a long moan rolls through her as more than one tentacle young tries to push its way out of her at the same time, stretching her wider yet, the sensations overwhelming.

There's no way to tell how long it's been when the last tentacles finally slip free of their bodies. Will lays there in the shallow water, breathing deeply, but she opens her eyes lazily as Ares rolls over on top of her. "Ohh, Will," she says breathily. What an amazing experience this has been, ever since they jumped into that lake. ...Somehow Will is aware of what Ares is thinking, even without her voicing the words. Ares leans down and kisses her, both of their minds full of the shared knowledge that their lives will never be the same. Will smiles happily and wraps her arms around Ares as she softly kisses her back, exhausted and satisfied.