The Ice Witch and the Tentacle

Renna walked calmly through the cave.

Thin tentacles clung to the ceiling of the tunnel. But she easily dispatched them. She hurled balls of pale-blue magic up at the tentacles. And as they collided, the short snake-like monsters fell to the floor in large cubes of ice.

Once the way was clear, Renna continued on her path through the cave. At the end of the tunnel, the treasure of the mountains awaited. But with such weak enemies, it was an easy and straightforward mission.

(You really don't mind me being here?) A voice spoke into Renna's mind.

"I see no reason to alter my current trajectory." She replied. "Once I return to town, I will simply have a specialist remove you."

(C'mon, don't you want to scream and cower a bit more? Perhaps lean against a wall and pant while I wriggle endlessly inside you?) The ethereal voice spoke into her mind once more. And a subtle squirming sensation emanated from Renna's crotch.

From the waist down, the Ice Witch's robes were torn off, but she continued walking. She threw spell after spell, ignoring her nude lower half. "Are your attempts at heckling to make up for your lackluster physical performance I wonder?" she scoffed at the tentacle.

But the tentacle ignored her words and continued to writhe inside her womanhood. With each spell she unleashed, the monster absorbed small amounts of her fluctuating mana. And as she iced his kin, he produced small, but potent, quantities of aphrodisiac slime.

Renna froze another tentacle in a block of ice and it fell to the ground. But instead of continuing, she paused, catching her breath. For a brief moment, her mind focused on the undulations of the tentacle inside her. And then she shook her head out of it.

(Are you perhaps getting distracted by something?) The tentacle's voice echoed in her mind. The monster's smooth round tail pushed out of her opening, stretching her lower lips. And a strange warmth grew where the slimey appendage slid against Renna's labia.

The Ice Witch took a deep breath, focusing her eyes on the distant depths of the cave. "What is there to get distracted by?" She replied and hurled another ball of pale-blue magic at a tentacle. But the ice missed, only enveloping half the monster. Clicking her tongue, Renna threw another spell at its writhing form, finishing it off.

(He he he), the voice's laughter echoed in her mind. The tail of the tentacle split into multiple arms. And a long frilly appendage pushed upwards, wrapping around her clit. The tentacle brushed its oily slime directly onto her sensitive bump. And the tingling warmth washed over Renna's apex.

Gritting her teeth, the Ice Witch began running through the tunnel. Her bare feet slapped against the ground. And she launched burst after burst of magic at the monsters clinging to the ceiling. But her magic grew more unstable with each spell. The once small tentacle soon filled her completely. And its warm sap dripped between her legs.

Coming to a stop, Renna stared at the ground, panting for breath. The warm wriggling sensation spread out over her mound and enveloped her hips completely. Unwilling to look down, she slowly lowered her hand to her crotch. Her fingertips brushed against a knobbly slimey surface.  "N-No way..." she whispered.

She finally tore away and glanced at her crotch. Thousands of thin fleshy tentacles encased her hips and butt. Each one undulated on their own, forming a squirming underwear-like layer over her privates.

Her mind finally focused on the movements of the monster and Renna fell to her knees. Crying out in a stuttered moan, her face flushed in heat. The large appendage inside her flexed upwards and the tentacle panties crushed down against her clit from above. Thousands of thin slippery cilia slid across Renna's sensitive bump. Farther back, the oily tongues began to undulate against her twitching ass.

Renna pawed at her crotch, but it was too late. Her fingers slipped uselessly against the slime of the creature. Beads of sweat formed on Renna's body. And her breathing came haggard. As the thin tentacles stroked every crevice of her sex, her orgasm finally built to a climax.

The Ice Witch's shrill scream pierced the cave, echoing off the stone walls. The tentacles continued squirming through the heights of her climax. And she fell to the ground, bucking her hips. She writhed on the floor as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

When the tentacles finally slowed, Renna collapsed into a sweaty mess--reduced to a twitching puddle.

She panted for breath on the stone floor, but with her magic depleted and her focus lost, the ice spells encasing the other tentacles began to melt. The countless tentacles she had frozen came wriggling towards the exhausted Ice Witch. And they formed a field of flesh, blocking the path to the entrance.

(Now that you have calmed down, I think I'll have you apologize to each of my kin personally.) The tentacle's voice echoed in Renna's mind. And her eyes widened at the endless expanse of tentacles before her.

They then had a small tea party where they talked out their differences like reasonable adults.

### 💖 Thanks for reading my story. -- Arelias