Tara the Barbarian was bone tired and her political party of dangerous undertaking were dead but they had been victorious in killing the Master Ghoul. Tara needed to get back to town, collect her payoff, then pay the priestesses to resurrect her friends and all would be right in this Earth. Tara thought back to the end few mins of the battle as each one of her political party sacrificed themselves to give Tara time to drink down the mysterious creaming from the pervy old sage. When it first touched by lips, it clearly tasted like the heart and soul of men's pant snakes. She thought about trying to explicate that to her teammate but decided against it.

The sage said only use the potion as a last recourse as he stared hard enough to fascinate a peek at her nipple under the barbarian's chain armor. He walked over to the edge of his tent and placed the potion on the ground and hurried to the other side of meat. Not thinking practically, Tara walked and bent over to find the gratis gift. The old man inhaled quickly and grabbed a pillow to handle lower bash expanse. The ranger quickly pointed out the Barbarian had neglected to were panties that day which made Tara blush even more. The shiny old man now stared at Tara chainmail loincloth like he could make it disappear into the air. He mumbled about the special liquid working for a unretentive clock time but giving Tara enough energy to turn the tide of a losing battle but it would exit her weak as a kitten and some"former"effects. Tara would normally ask for more details but didn't want to deform over and pickup any more bottleful for this pervert.

True to his word, Tara won the day and she could barely strike but not moving was even a worst thought. How long until a henchman checked on the Master Ghoul and could she even fight it ? She looked herself over to see her clothing had not made the muscles bound transformation from before. She was bare expect for chainmail top, chainmail loincloth, and boots. The cool air whistled in running across the sweat on her skin, sending goose bumps up her back. She looked in mirror and notice something dissimilar. Her muscle definition was not so judge in her arms and ramification. Egads, her tit had nearly doubled and were barely contained by her top. Her nipple were very cognisant of the friction the metal played in making her very stimulate. Were her nipples getting harder as the chainmail moved up, down, and English to side ? Yes they were which was weird. That thought brought her attention to between her second joint. She felt like she was a blooming waterfall coming out of her cunt. She thought she had climaxed when killing the goliath but this was bizarre. Turning away only to see her ass was nice and bubbly now. She was engrossed by the image as she bounded up and down. A quick smack of her own ass made her pussy frisson. Fuck it she said to herself. Time to go and time to go now ! After placing her protagonist in a bag of holding, she quickly escaped. Perhaps spry was not the word but out of the castle she traveled following the path of death her friends had wagged. The unsound was behind her and only the cave remained. A labyrinthian tangle she had forgot about and had no hint how to navigate. She would just make to do her honorable and guess her way out.

Quite a few tour later, she was completely lost and any strong point she had was fleeing her. Yet around crimp she found an underground give to refresh her for the night. After eating and drinking, she was tired but could not rest. The potion still class through her blood and it was making her horny. After a few Hokkianese of ignoring her own desires, she gave it. She shoved her hand down her loincloth to rub between her lips to set off her on to a nighttime sexual climax. To her enlighten surprise, she was already dripping wet. Taking vantage of her eagerness, Tara stuff two finger's breadth inside to encounter what she called her wizardly spot. She found her other hand squishing her tit. She could experience the insistency mounting and about to roil over but she wasn't quite there. She screamed out how her friend could fuck her in any golf hole which caused a small eruption in her deal. shame quickly overcame Tara because her admirer was currently deadened in her bag and far unfit, was married to a different friend… whom was also dead in her bag. No time to think about that, she quickly fell a eternal rest.

She did not feel an appendage slowly stroking her leg leaving a slimy residue in its wake. The slimy tentacle possessor that resided in the piss must give birth approved as multiple tentacles slithered out the water. One by one, they wrapped around one arm then the following. The foot were secured separately next and one around the neck opening. Dragging Tara to her death would be child's play but the tentacle reflected back on the many human being males that has bested the monster in combat. The humans all told stories of their epic poem adventure of have sex with females. Sometimes with multiple women at once's and always driving the cleaning lady mad with desire. Perhaps that is where these men got their powers.

Another two shot out of the water and snaked under the chainmail top to circle Tara's breast. The behemoth strangely admired the soft setting of soma. While the barbarian did not wake, a low husky moan escaped her lips. The slime lubricant her breast and the tentacle kneed her boob. Tara's nipples became rock severe sticking N to the sky.

Yet another tentacle snaked out the water and traveled up Tara's closed branch to her breast to cross her button. Tara physical structure came live like she was being electrocuted with pleasure. The tentacle livelihood slipping up and down the shaven lower sass to tickle her clit. The wild articulatio coxae even started to move in time with movement up her pussy. Tara was fully aware now. No that was not right, every pleasure face in her consistence was screaming in her head but she could not move. The situation quickly dawned on her that she was being restrained by this monster. With normal effectiveness, she might have been able to rip unloose but not now.

Was it her luck to die from repeated coming ? In the cover of her head she thought that was not the worst way to die. And being tied up was one of her rick she dare not evidence anyone. Could it get any worst … or better ? She regretted asking as she felt picayune speak attach to her nipples. That was it as a sexual climax ran boisterous guesswork over her dead body and curses a sailor would crimson came streaming out her oral cavity. She then fell limp.

The Slimy Tentacle colossus wonder if women were part slime too. Between this woman's legs was the strongest smelling liquidness it had ever come across. Spreading the hobble consistency's legs showed a cavern of admiration as yet and other tentacle explored the curtain raising.

The latent hostility in Tara started to mount as the relentless sexual ravishment continued but this was difficult… somehow. Then she started to feel the insight in her pussy. Renewing her conflict only encourage the invasion of a rather heavyset veiny tentacle filling her to the max. Once retiring to point of having a full-of-the-moon slit, it would back away only to take over many many clip. Tara felt herself start to drool and her eubstance tried to ram itself down on this big purple"affair ”. She frantically thought, don't think about a tentacle fucking your pussy. Anything but that. Maybe um… the clitoris ticking vermiform appendix that made climaxing a min by min reality. Fuck. Not that. The mammilla sucking supernumerary dimensional bastard that is was intended to driving a person mad.

And with that a multi body racking climax hit the heroine trunk. The tentacle teras was getting mad now. No experience was being given but it knew it was on the right lead. Redoubling it's effort, it could hear guttural consonant wow escaping the woman. Then the char stopped moving even as the tentacles continued on all fronts. Was she idle ? And like on que, the juice shot out of the pussy spraying the far wall. The cleaning lady looked like she had become own and shoot down way from the monster's grasped with supernatural persuasiveness.

Perhaps the female person were the stronger of mechanical man. Retreating was the ripe program against this rampantly animate being. It would ask to try this again really soon though. The char's juice tasted divine. It would tell all of its friends .