As the two lay there in bed, Larann's cum oozing out of her, Anaya chuckled softly. "Only you would get a tentacle monster stuck to your back by accident."
"Yeah. Seems to be permanent. Not that you're going to complain."
Anaya's cheeks flushed as she looked away. "S-shut up. It's not my fault your new parts are perverted."
Larann couldn't help but smile. Drow women had a hard time admitting any sort of submission. Almost since birth, they have been steeped in a culture of female dominance, so for her to have submitted to him so quickly must have mentally chafed at her sensibilities.
"So... Our contract is almost up. Want to go back to just being wandering adventurers?"
Anaya thought about it for a moment. Wandering adventuring was far more high-risk than being a caravan guard, but also had the potential to be far more rewarding.
"Let me think it over. My shift starts in a couple hours, so I'll have time to think." Anaya paused, looking down at her huge breasts. "No way in hell are these gonna fit under my armor."
"I'll figure something out for you."
As Larann got to work, Anaya quietly cleared her throat. "So... um... I'm guessing you know how I feel about you now."
"That you're attracted to me? Yes, I figured that part out. Honestly, I'm surprised you are, given my new... appendages."
"You don't look that freakish. Besides, most men would give their left ball to bang a drow girl."
"I think I have something for your armor."
Grateful for the change of subject, she looked over as she wrestled on her tunic. Her armor looked... just like it always did. Which meant some sort of enchantment had been applied to it.
"What sort of magic did you put on it?"
"You know the magic that lets a bag of holding hold stuff without changing in size?"
"I know of it but not really how it works."
"Every bag of holding is connected to a pocket plane. Well, the good news is that I applied the same enchantment to your armor, so it should hold your breasts with little to no trouble."
"So... my breasts are just gonna be floating around in some void?"
"Kind of. Think of it as the most supportive pair of undergarments you'll ever own."
"Oh... thank you." Anaya strapped on the armor. "I'll tell the boss that you're not feeling well, so you have some time to try and get those new appendages in check." He was right, of course. It was like the most supportive article of clothing she'd ever own.
"Thank you. I really owe you one this time." He hugs her tightly. "Have a good day."
After she left the wagon, Larann sat down and gently willed the tentacles to come forth. He realized the day before that trying to force them caused intense pain, and so was wary of it happening again.
After a moment, they appeared. At least twenty in number. The tentacles were an array of colors, some red, a majority the shade of green you see in frogs, even one that was pure white.
"Hmm..." The image of Anaya going mad with pleasure under the influence of these things appeared unbidden in his mind. "I wonder... Just how good do these feel?"
He remembered that the white one seemed to pour an aphrodisiac down her throat, so he beckoned it over and grabbed a beaker. His inner scientist was enthralled by the idea of such research as he gently touched the appendage, hissing softly as a thrill of pleasure went through him.
He gently squeezed the tentacle, causing it to ooze a clear liquid into the beaker. Taking a deep breath and praying he didn't regret his life choices, he hesitantly put a finger in the liquid, putting in his mouth and swallowing the flavorless liquid after a moment.
A tingling pleasure ran up and down his spine as he became hopelessly, painfully hard. It felt like he hadn't cum in months, instead of just that day. Larann's cock was rather modest at six inches long when hard, enough to please a smaller girl like Anaya.
