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The two suns beam down on Emmit as he grumbles to himself while moving boxes along the dockside. The warmer season had not arrived just yet on the distant transit planet of Bogmyre. Every once in a while a ship comes into port to either drop off or pick up crates of cargo and then leave most likely to not come back after a long while. The dark rich soil cakes into his boots before making imprints as he walks along the dark wooden boards of the dock. Fortunately, the decaying smell and gaseous emissions from the swamp do not bother Emmit. He had worked on a farming planet for the better half of his life; plowing fields, tending to the various livestock, and of course cleaning up after them. Emmit had escaped that life to essentially become a hermit. As far as he knows he is the only one who lives on Bogmyre, and his work day is roughly five to eight hours out of the day. Emmit prepares for the new cargo transfer buy stacking the boxes by the open port. Sweat drips off his brow and onto the clipboard. Emmit keeps to himself most of the time, and never really interacts with the captain or crew of the incoming and outgoing ships.

His peaceful routine had recently been interrupted by a researcher from one of the intergalactic universities. He remembers her saying something about studying the biomass buildup on this planet, but beyond that Emmit has no clue. If it was a research project on something engineering related he would have engaged a bit more, but at this point he sees her presence as an annoyance; like a buzzing fly in the presence of a disgruntled office worker. She asks almost every hour of every day if she is in the way of his and every time Emmit sighs and grumbles a guttural "No." before carrying on with his day. Yesterday this researcher had been admiring the symmetrical nature of the mangrove trees that stand tall over the water. Their patterned bark and leaves catch the eyes of almost every person that comes to the planet. Some recount it as biodiversification or adapting to a new environment; they would ask Emmit in a small talk manor, but he would just grumble and shrug before loading more boxes onto their vessel. Towards the end of the day the researcher stands by the dock's edge looking deep into the water. While cleaning up the dockside from the work day, he says "Juno, mind the water." He at least has to give her a warning because some of the creatures that live in the swamp are known to feast on unsuspecting victims. Emmit leans against his small cabin and watches Juno as he relaxes his tense muscles from the day's intense physical labor. He begins to take off his work boots and puts on some comfier shoes as he stares out into the water.

In between tying his shoes he looks up at Juno as he had heard churning in the water and what sounded like splashing. Emmit only silently watches as he witnesses Juno get wrapped in several silver tentacles and be transformed into what appears to be a humanoid slime. It had not noticed Emmit, but he makes no attempt to lessen his presence. The tentacles that had emerged from the water eject liquid onto and into the researcher as her clothes seem to dissipate off her body. Her alluring body, now silver, follows off the dock. Emmit hears a splash and then nothing. His eyes stay open wide continuously looking at where Juno once stood. Over the years Emmit has seen his fair share of events such as this, but at least this one looks like she had not lost her life. Emmit questions the morality of the situation and as to what to do next.

He slinks inside his small cabin and scrambles in the dark looking for a transceiver. "Emmit here. No, I'm fine. Just that researcher had bit off more they could chew and well let's say I don't think they will be returning to their work any time soon. Send someone out to clear their ship so I don't have to deal with it before my work starts tomorrow." There was no emotion in his voice. He was monotone the whole time before clicking off the receiver. In the darkness he rubs his head and ponders for a moment if he should do something about her. He sighs and shakes it off; it was not his problem to deal with so why stick his nose into it and possibly have the same thing happen to him? The floorboards creak as Emmit walks over to his couch. He lets out a deep sigh as the cushions provide comfort against his fatigued body. He grabs his oil lantern from the side table and dimly lights the room. The soft glow emitting from the lantern reflects off the now silver covered room. Emmit is startled by the change and almost drops the lantern. His hand grips the handle tighter as he pans around his small cabin looking for any signs of tentacles or the researcher. He watches as the silver color washes away from his surroundings before forming as several tentacles around him. These tentacles are thin and begin to slowly sway back and forth; the tip of the tail is cock shaped and begins to undulate.

Emmit slowly puts down the lantern making sure to not make any sudden movements so as to startle his uninvited house guests. A disembodied voice bounces around the room "Don't be scared, just join me. I'll protect you." Emmit sighs and realizes what is bound to happen. For a while, to pass the time in between cargo transfers, Emmit began to read hentai and visual erotica. There was a while where most of the erotic stories centered around tentacles or tendrils that pleasured people. He kind of grew into the genre quickly, so he can practically piece together what is going to happen in the next few seconds. Emmit decides to make the first move and hopes that if he does what they want, maybe he can have his cabin back. Within arms reach of him is one of the silver tendrils, it seems to notice his presence and points the tip towards Emmit. He takes off his shirt to reveal a decent muscular physique, he still has some fat on him as he does not shy away from a hearty meal. Emmit grips the cock and begins to stroke the shaft up and down. With another hand he plays with the tip of the penis, which is the most sensitive. The tentacle squirms and wriggles with delight, it enjoys the tender nature of Emmit's large calloused hands. It wasn't before long that another tentacle makes its way closer to Emmit prodding him gently with the tip against his shoulder. Emmit begins to jerk off both of the tentacles, making sure they enjoy every second of the physical contact. His eyes scan the room, keeping tabs on the two other tentacles that creep in closer. He can hear the slimy tendrils squish in his hands; Emmit notices a slimy silver coating on the tendrils as some of it gets on his hands. He pulls his hand off and inspects it, the droplets move around confused like it is looking for an entrance point before dripping onto the floor. Emmit goes back to stroking and playing with the shafts of the tentacles, he can feel their tips start to flex and pump more of this silver precum.

The tentacle that started receiving this sexual attention first starts to quiver. Its whole body shakes before spurting out thick ropes of silvery cum. The warm liquid lands on both Emmit and some of his belongings. Emmit winces as he thinks he will slowly turn into whatever Juno became, but after a minute or two of having his eyes closed he realizes this is not the case. The tentacles show an element of confusion before poking and prodding more and more practically begging to be played with. The tentacle that had come to completion, gingerly wraps itself around Emmit's torso, hugging him. One of the two tentacles he had eyes on creeps closer and prods at Emmit's empty hand. It was not long before he began to jerk them both off once more. He plays with them the same way he likes to be teased. Emmit glides his hands up and down the shafts, occasionally rubbing the tip with one finger just to see them quiver with delight. The other tentacle moves closer to him and begins to prod its tip up to Emmit's mouth. "No. No way am I sucking off a giant silver -" He is interrupted by the tendril taking the initiative and slowly inserts itself into his mouth. Emmit can feel how warm and surprisingly tasty the tentacle is. His tongue begins to swirl around the shaft and tip of the cock. A mixture of spit and precum drip down the side of his mouth. Emmit feels his own cock twitch with life, he can feel his soon to be erect penis push against the trappings of his pants.

The sloshing and gags emanating from his mouth mimic the self lubricating nature of the two tentacles he has been jerking off. Emmit increases in speed and grips tighter on the two tentacles. In retaliation, the one thrusting itself into his mouth begins to go deeper and harder down Emmit's throat. He gags occasionally as more saliva and precum drip down his chest. It is not long before all three ejaculate all over themselves. Emmit can feel the warm slimy silver goo cake his hands and arms. Emmit has not choice but to swallow the loads of cum in his mouth. It is as delicious as the cocks themselves, he begins to grow more amorous towards these tentacles. It isn't long before he begins to clean the other tendrils with his tongue, swallowing any leftover cum. The four tentacles embrace Emmit with sincerity, and lay either on him or next to him. He can feel one of them rest against his thick hard cock. Then, he hears the voice ring out once more "Did you enjoy that sweetie?" Emmit groans with pleasure, but soon collects himself as he realizes who this voice of sirens belongs to. "Asha? I swear to god is this you?" Emmit face palms as right before his eyes, a bald naked woman coalesces in front of him. Her silver slime body reflects the dim flickering flame radiating from the oil lantern. Emmit looks her body up and down, stopping hard to stare at her crotch. Her smooth inner thighs hide her peach, but sprouting from in between them is another tendril with a cock tip. "Swear to god, what is that supposed to mean?" She puts a hand on her hip as she begins to play with one of her tentacles. Emmit sits on the couch still covered in both spit and silver cum, dumbfounded. "I think you know why I said what I said. You left me, high and dry years ago. Now you show up here, practically convert an innocent researcher into whatever the hell you are, and then practically beg me to service your - tentacles!" He gestures to the resting tendrils still wrapped around his body.

"Well what was I supposed to do? Calmly walk up to your door and chat? I mean fuck, you'd probably lock your doors just as you saw me." Emmit scoffs and says "I did lock my door, but I guess I need to upgrade the lock so it can keep slime tentacle things out of my house! Why are you hear anyway?" Emmit's words echo throughout the cabin. His words pierce Asha's ears with disdain and anger. There is a good bit of silence before Asha responds. "This is not easy to ask, but...Emmit I want you back!" She hangs on every word as it leaves her own lips not knowing how Emmit would respond.

The two of them at one point were more than lovers. They had meant the whole world to each other, but that had all changed when Asha had a change of heart. She wanted to focus more on her expansive research of nano-biology. This would mean that she had to leave Emmit to pursue any advancement in her career. She was the reason Emmit had moved to this distant planet. Not a day goes by when either of them thinks about what their future together could have been.

Emmit scowls and says back to her as he stands up, "You want me to get back together with you? With you looking like this?". He gestures to her silver naked body. She nods in agreement, "Yes! I mean I know you really like my tentacles, but that was a complete shot in the dark! I want you back Emmit, you can have my body and more! I'm just like this because of an accident with my nano-slime experiment. I'm the one in control of it all." Emmit steps closer to Asha and scans her body once more. The four tendrils he had serviced earlier stand around him like they are goading him into taking her back. She is the same way physically as she was before. Asha has thick thighs, a plump ass, and perky tits. "Well it has been lonely here and I do want your body. But what about this?" He grabs the smaller tentacle that emerges from between her legs. Asha chuckles briefly before putting both arms around Emmit's waist. "Oh this? Don't worry, I may not have a clit anymore, but - " She leans in to whisper into Emmit's ear, "You can still pound this pussy any time you want." Emmit exhales deeply and wraps his arms around Asha's waist. The two lean in for a kiss. Their lips lock as his tongue begins to play with her cock-like tongue. The two moan and groan of pleasure before moving back onto the couch. He opens his mouth and she maneuvers around his inside, making her way down his throat. Emmit gags and gurgles as he begins to thrust in and out of his mouth with ease. His tongue caresses her shaft as he attempts to swallow every drop that leaves Asha.

With the help of one of the tentacles, Asha takes off Emmit's clothes, exposing his now more than fit body. Emmit's shock of realizing his newly given body fades quickly as she slowly wraps her hand around his throbbing cock. "Be a good boy and enjoy my makeup gift." Her amorous behavior overcomes her original demeanor; Emmit nods in acceptance. He can feel the pressure slowly build around his cock. Between the feelings of wanton he does not notice Asha's smaller cock tendril envelopes around Emmit's meat. She moans of both pain and pleasure before increasing in speed and depth. The two of them share in deviant amorous behavior. He can feel her insides, both tight and warm. She can feel how warm and slick his throat is. Asha exclaims, "I'm almost there! Mmf give it to me!" Emmit can not formulate a response; just when he is about to speak the two of them quiver and shake vigorously. Their muscles tense before shooting thick hot ropes all over each other. Emmit swallows every drop of her juices. His balls fill up with her silver cum and he enjoys her taste in his mouth as he kisses her, twirling his tongue against her silver tongue cock's head. It spurts more and more cum until it begins to drip down onto his chest. The two become wrapped in the tentacles as they clean themselves up.

The two had been cuddled together on Emmit's makeshift bed after they both came into each other. Asha's soft, warm, and comforting tentacles wrapped around herself as well as Emmit's perfect body. In their slumber they had both moved closer and closer together; each feeling the other's hot exhales and sighs of comfort. It was roughly sunset when the two wake up. Emmit, out of habit, rubs Asha's head attempting to play with her absent hair. Asha opens her eyes to see the love of her life coddling her in his arms. She smiles and chuckles before adjusting her head to use Emmit's peck as a pillow. His hairy muscles lull her back into a sleepy state of relaxation. Emmit kisses the top of her forehead and scans the room to collect his bearings. He licks his lips, stretches his neck, and adjusts his posture so that he can continue waking up. The room he sits in now is a mixture of silvery metallic décor and his own rustic dockside belongings. Within the room stands another silver slime woman very much so identical to his once beloved companion. He does a double take and was about to stir his soon to be better half before the other woman in the corner of the room began to speak. "Master Emmit, I suggest you do not wake the queen. She exerted herself a lot during your sexual adventure. Is there anything I can do?" The other woman's voice lacks any personality and inflection, akin to the most advanced robotics engaging in conversation with an actual human. Emmit looks her up and down, very much physically similar to his Asha, but at least Asha still had her emotions. "Are you some sort of servant of Asha?" He speaks in a hushed tone so as to not wake the queen of silver slime. The drone nods and begins to walk forward. Her cock tipped tentacles follow as she caresses the smaller one between her legs. "Why yes, we serve her to no end. Asha has told us that we must serve you now. I take it you are the king here as such, we must serve to your every quest just like queen Asha."

Emmit has a look of confusion and curiosity across his face. His mouth pauses agape, attempting to collect and analyze the loads of new information given to him right after he woke up. He takes his free hand and begins to rub the scruff on his face. "Huh, so I'm a king here huh? Not used to such an abrupt title change." Emmit chuckles briefly before remembering Asha is resting right beside him. The silver servant is motionless, particularly unresponsive to Emmit's attempt at elevator talk. After a moment of silence passes, Emmit clears his throat and asks "So any request huh? May I perchance have a cup of coffee?". The metallic bald headed siren nods acceptingly at his request. "Coffee for you, and no worries on telling me how you like it. We share collective information about you from Asha. Just so I do not make any false assumptions, that will be a black coffee with a spoon of raw sugarcane, correct?" Emmit is stunned in amazement and begins to rub the back of his head. "Well that is pretty much right on the nose there friend. Yeah I take the cane sugar because of its -" He is cut off by the slime girl interrupting in her monotone voice "Its natural properties of adding a complex robust flavor to drinks. Coming right up Master Emmit." Before Emmit can even say thank you, the woman's body seeps through the cracks in the floor boards and the last thing he sees is the 4 cock tipped tentacles; each one dripping with precum.

The room's silence rings in Emmit's ears. He continues to pet Asha on the head, she stirs slightly but finds her peace once more. Emmit begins to reflect on all that had happened in the last few hours. The things he has seen and done are still fresh in his mind. He knows from this point forward life on the swampy planet he calls home will never be the same. Emmit wonders if his dockside business and work would be the same. His mind races as to what has become of the outside property. Emmit attempts to move his hands and body off of Asha so as to not wake her. He stops once she murmurs in her sleep and nestles her body into the comfort of his. He slumps back down on the couch and murmurs to himself. "Servant lady, um excuse me?" He believes he sounds crazy just asking into the empty room for the other silver slime girl to come back. Before his own eyes gobs and globules of slime coagulate right in front of him. She hides her cock head tentacles behind her and bends before, bowing to her master. "You called Emmit? Is everything alright? The coffee is just about done." Her exposed tits catch his eyes, they are just like Ashas; plump, warm to the touch, and begging to be suckled. Emmit catches himself looking and clears his throat. "Sorry, I did not know what to call you. Is there anything you like to be called? Also, what the hell has happened to this place as well as my dockside business?" The other woman's monotone expression rings in Emmit's ears once more, "I apologize for the changes here, but land that is claimed by the queen of slime cohabitates with the current terrain and becomes a amalgamation of both nature and the mercurial slime you see before you. As for a name, I have no recollection of having one. If there is a name you would like to call me, I can graciously accept that title." Emmit stammers attempting to formulate a response that matches the vocabulary and respectful nature of hers. "Well I - um, let's just make sure I can still do my work here. I do help run a shipping transfer station out here on the bayou. And as for a name I guess I can call you um, how about - " Before he can give the silver woman a title she interrupts him by announcing the coffee is done and swiftly sinks back down into the floor boards. Emmit grows a tad more impatient and begins to tap the side of the couch with his fingers.

A few seconds later, the other silver woman returns with a hot cup of coffee in one of her hands. "Your coffee is here Master Emmit. Black coffee with ground up sugar cane as well as a sugar cane stick to occasionally stir the coffee with." She bends over to offer the steaming cup of coffee and to allure him with her breasts. "I hope it is to your liking Master, and you were saying?" Emmit grabs the cup of coffee and stirs the black liquid a couple of times with the sugar cane stick. The taste and aroma of the coffee is nothing he had ever had before. The coffee's acidity cohabitates with the sweet flavor of the sugar cane. He takes a couple sips loudly slurping before exhaling a deep sigh of relief. "Well, considering you do make a pretty mean cup of coffee, how about I call you Coffee?" He smiles, gently exposing his white teeth the same way he had when he first met Asha. Emmit assumes that if they are all collectively like Asha, they must all like the same things she does. Coffee nods in agreement to the newly given name, "This name suits me as long as it suits you Master. Is there anything else you need?" He nods before taking another sip of the newly made brew. "Why yes, I would like to see how different my dockside is right now. However, my sweety here is still asleep." Coffee claps her hands and announces the presence of another silver slime woman that seeps from behind the couch to stand right in front of Emmit. Coffee points her moist tentacles towards the newly summoned slime. "This is another slime just like me. You can give her a name if you would like, but she can replace who she is currently cuddling." Coffee claps her hands, and the slime morphs into goop in between Asha and Emmit. The new slime girl wedges themselves to replace Emmit, who climbs off the side of the couch with his coffee still in his hand.

Now free from the grasps of his sleeping queen, he stretches and yawns briefly. Emmit thanks Coffee and grabs one of her cock head tentacles to inadvertently shake their 'hand'. Coffee squeals and moans as a little bit of precum and slime drips from the gripped cock. "Oh um huh I forgot those were sensitive. But uh, well maybe I can give you a proper thank you after I see how much damage this slime has caused." Coffee nods in agreement and opens the door for Emmit that leads onto the outside of the dock.

The suns reflect their rays onto the water from the horizon. The mashes of every shade of red and some blue dance in the sky. Emmit steps forward and leans onto the railing of the dockside. He gazes upon a mixture of nature covered in the silvery glisten of slime as well as the natural colors and make up of the mire swampland. Coffee closes the door behind them and addresses the situation. "As you can see what I have stated inside is true. This is the natural state of the land within the territory of silver slime. The true home of the queen does get covered in much more, but at your request we can halt the process here so you can continue your dockside labor work. In addition, there are other slime women like myself that now reside here to live with you and the queen. We service all your requests wherever and whenever. Master Emmit, is there anything else that is or is not to your liking?" Emmit scans the dock and sees two sentry posts of silver slime women, just like Coffee, guarding the area. He sips his coffee once more before placing it onto the wooden railing. "The sailors that come in and out of this place might become, well let's say flustered, if they see you all like this. If I need help can you retract what tentacles you can if someone else is here?" Emmit begins to lean onto the railing while glancing over at Coffee's luscious body. Coffee nods and mimics Emmit's posture before saying "Why yes we can Master, if that is to your liking we can do just that my king." Emmit puts a hand on Coffee's shoulder before saying, "Well I am glad that you are all so accommodating. Asha was always like that to me. I held a grudge against her for so long I had forgotten all the nice things about her presence. And now that she is this slime thing, it adds to me processing how I feel about her. If she can accept me for how I acted after breaking up, then maybe I should accept her for what she is now?" Coffee tilts her head and gingerly places a tentacle onto his shoulder. Emmit can feel the warmth emanating from her throbbing cock. "If I could show emotion similar to Asha, I would. In an analysis of her personality, I am sure she would be smiling in a moment like this." Coffee and Emmit lock eyes, the two of them can see the picturesque sunset behind them. They move closer to each other, and begin to interlock their arms. Emmit can feel Coffee's tentacles wrap around him with a sense of warmth and comfort. Emmit sheds a single tear before leaning in to kiss Coffee on her glistening plump lips. The setting sun casts a shadow of their love onto the closed door to the bungalow behind them. Emmit can taste her saliva, it's salty and sweet with just a hint of his coffee. He assumes that she had tasted it before giving it to him, just like what Asha used to do. Emmit's tongue dances around Coffee's cocked tongue, they tango in each other's mouths while mixing their saliva. Her mouth and cock and warm and inviting. Emmit can feel every inch of his body wrapped in the tight comfort of Coffee's tentacles. The slight breeze in the swamp air cools his crotch and chest of sweat.

Coffee teases with her cock tongue; it slithers down Emmit's throat. She giggles at the sight of him squirm at the feeling. "Wow you really like it when I do that huh, such a big strong man. Asha has told us a lot about you. I can't believe I get to pleasure such man meat!" She squeals with pleasure as her tongue trickles down the back of his throat, coating it in a mixture of saliva and precum. "Come here big boy, let me service you right here right now." Coffee slinks down to Emmit's crotch while he is still wrapped in her silky moist tentacles. "Woah, it's so big Master Emmit! And this is all for me?" Her voice rings in Emmit's ears. With her praising his cock and physique so much it is almost becoming too much to handle. His meat twitches the more praise he is given. It begins to stick out towards Coffee's supple lips. "While I play with this, I want you to have something to play with my king. Here you go baby." She unwraps one of the tentacles that was around his chest and dangles it in front of Emmit, teasing him thusly. She places her hands on both ass cheeks and shoves his cock deep into her mouth. Her muffled gurgles and sloshing of her spit mimic the sounds of the subtle waves crashing into the pier. "Mmf, you taste amazing. I can even taste the queen of slime's juices still on your meat." Coffee slurps on his shaft and pops it out of her moistened mouth. Emmit's hardened cock rests on Coffee's face. She looks up at him and smiles. "Well I certainly can not have all the fun Master. Care to join me?". Coffee nudges her cock tipped tentacle closer to Emmit's mouth, just barely grazing his lips. Emmit closes his eyes and whispers "Anything for you my silver goddess!" Emmit widens his mouth to expose a pocket dripping with saliva. Coffee slowly inserts her tentacle into his mouth, swirling it around as he did with his tongue. The inside of Emmit's mouth is warm and inviting. Coffee squeals again as she begins to feel Emmit tease and play with the tip of her cock. "Mmm it's so sensitive baby, just like that!" The colors of the sunset behind them dance together like one grand piece of artwork, just as Coffee and Emmit are. The two begin to tease each other relentlessly. Coffee deep throats Emmit's meat, smacking his bare ass with each descent into utter bliss. Emmit begins to swallow the dripping silverly precum coalescing at the tip of one of Coffee's tentacles.

"Oh Coffee, you taste amazing. It's just like Asha!" Emmit's saliva carries the juices of his lover down his throat, passing each tastebud on his tongue. His mouth salivates at the immaculate tastes contrived by the silver cock tongued woman standing before him. The sweet yet salty precum trickles down his throat, like drips of ice cream slithering down the edge of a cone. Emmit enjoys the bountiful gift before him, the sounds of gurgling and muffled euphoria escape through his mouth. Coffee slams herself against Emmit's pronged shaft, she can feel Emmit's legs tense and quiver with each full motion. "How about we add to the experience baby? Let's put this ass to work!" Emmit's eyes open and locks with Coffee's who is looking for approval. Emmit nods and goes back to slurping the flowing juices of Coffee's tentacle. Through a muffled mouth he moans "As long as I get more of you, do whatever you want you sexy fucking piece of slime!" Coffee can feel his whole body tense as she lets two of her tentacles free from wrapping around his body. She places on tentacle close to his hand and the other near his ass. Through muffled moans of her own she cries out in devious wanton, "We need to get this ass primed for entry baby. I'll go slow, I don't want to hurt our king on his first day." She winks before going back down on him while playing with his tender balls.

Emmit can feel Coffee beginning to poke and prod between his cheeks. Just the tip is enough to make him lose his balance partially. He catches himself on the railing, almost knocking his coffee into the murky water below. Coffee is tender in dealing with the King of slime women. She makes sure he is not harmed and enjoys the entire process. The King should be placed on a pedestal above all slime, they worship and take care of him alongside their queen. To service is to provide, she thinks to herself. Coffee slowly inserts passed her tip into Emmit's plump juicy ass. It isn't before long they find a rhythm for both his holes. Emmit can tell if he does not focus on something else he wont last much longer. Pleasing Asha is top priority. He lost her once, and now that she is back he can not lose her again. Emmit begins to see the sexual energy unfolding before him as a contest of who can last longer. He attempts to focus on pleasuring the two tentacles in front of him; the one in his mouth and the one at his side by his hand. With his free hand, he places it on top of Coffee's head. He pets her as he begins to thrust into her face. "Mmf a master and a captain huh? Do with me what you want!" Coffee cries out with pleasure, begging him to use her any way he wants to. Emmit can see the bulge of his shaft down her throat. At this point Coffee's hands are at her sides, practically going limp except for her tentacles. Her eyes roll slightly becoming catatonic briefly, she is at the whims of her master just how she likes it. Emmit face fucks Coffee until his legs begin to quiver. He slows down and focusses on the euphoric tense pressure behind him. He can feel the slick warmth of leaking precum lubricating his gaping asshole. Emmit crumbles briefly, but is supported by Coffee and her tentacles. She can feel how muscular his body is, his pecs make her pussy wet. She gulps, swallowing more of her own saliva mixed with his precum. His taste sends her reeling, begging for more of his sweet nectar.

Emmit grips the cock swaying near him, he begins to stroke it up and down. "I think you're about to cum Coffee, but I'm your king so I think I can't let you do that quite yet." Even with a cock in his mouth, Coffee can still understand the words demanded by her master. Coffee's legs tingle and quiver as she is used like the fuck toy she is. "I will cum when you want me to Master." Her words wrap around his cock, teasing it even closer to orgasm. It isn't long before her three tentacles cannot handle the constant amorous pleasure of a man like Emmit. "Let's hear you squeal and moan with pleasure baby!" After getting the affirmation to cum loads into and on to Emmit, she releases all the build up tension in her tentacles. The cock in his mouth and ass shove deeper into Emmit before shooting ropes of silvery cum into his holes. The tasteful sensation of euphoria overflows from Emmit's mouth and onto his chest. The gobs of silver cum glisten in the sunset as more drips from his ass onto the boards of the dock. Coffee stands up with a few of her tentacles still shaking from the experience. "Wow, baby you really do know how to have a good time. How about you eat my peach though?" She leans against his chest, gliding her tongue across to clean up each speckle of silvery goodness. Emmit catches himself and grabs Coffee by her waist. "If it is as delicious as Asha, then fuck yeah I will!".

In one swift motion, with the newly given muscular strength, Emmit scoops up Coffee by her ass and plops her onto the railing knocking the coffee into the swamp in the process. The two take a moment to watch as it splashes into the brackish water below. "You can always make me a new cup right? I mean I did name you Coffee after all." The two of them chuckle briefly before making love once again. They lock lips and swish around a mixture of both of their cum as well as saliva. Emmit breaks their seal and begins to move down her body, kissing every inch of her perfect figure. He stops to suck on her tits and squeeze them before venturing down to her heart shaped box. It smells just like Asha and gives off an aroma of sweetness and pleasure. Emmit locks eyes with the cock headed tendril between her legs and promptly suckles on that as well. He teases it between his fingers before kissing the inner side of each thigh. "Master, you're teasing me to no end. I wish to feel your warmth once more!" She cries out while twisting her own nipples. Emmit flattens his tongue and begins to tease each lip of her pussy, taking in the smell and taste as best he can. Her pussy shines with a glossy metallic texture. Coffee moans loudly, but remembers she must be quiet or she will wake the queen. To gag herself and muffle her moans, she takes one of her cock headed tentacles and plays with it in her mouth. Emmit guides his tongue by the sound of amorous pleasure squealing from above him. His tongue inserts into her pussy and glides with ease against the sensitive surface. Coffee trembles with each lick. "Are you ready for me now baby? I can tell you're pussy is hungry." He heartily chuckles as Coffee nods submissively. Coffee spreads her legs wide as Emmit inserts himself into her pussy. Sensational warmth envelopes Emmit's shaft as each thrust into Coffee covers his meat with her juices. "Pound my pussy my King! I deserve it!" Coffee gurgles and gags as she can not contain being filled by his cock in addition to her own.

The smaller tendril that had replaced her clitoris constricts itself around Emmit's shaft and balls. Coffee plays with them as she gets pounded by her king. Each pump sends her reeling, almost falling off the railing into the dark water below. Emmit pounds harder and faster, each thrust more powerful than the last. Emmit can not stop himself as he shoves his crotch closer to Coffee. It begins to overwhelm Emmit, who then grasps Coffee's love handles for more support. "Asha, I'm going to - " Before Emmit can finish, he pulls put of Coffee and sticks it into the tip of Coffee's cock. She can feel his throbbing member undulate, flooding warm loads of white cum into her cock. The two of them embrace, continuing to thrust into her cock tipped tendril. Soon enough Emmit's legs give from exhaustion as the two of them tumble over the side of the dock.

The cold water shocks their body as they swim to shore. Emmit laughs heartily as he extends a hand to Coffee. "Well that's one way to end it! Hahaha" Emmit laughs for both of them as they lean by the railing once more, now dripping wet. The stench of the bog is slightly disgusting, but at this point both of them are too tired to move. "Well I sure hope that our activities out here didn't wake -" The door slams open revealing a slightly pissed off Asha rubbing her eyes. "Ah fuck," Emmit mutters before letting out a sigh. Asha's tentacles point like daggers at Emmit as she folds her arms pushing up her breasts. "You ass! First you slink away from us cuddling, replace yourself with one of our servants, and then go fuck one of them?!" Emmit sighs and begins to stammer in an attempt to fabricate an appropriate response that would not send him flying over the railing a second time. Meanwhile, Asha exchanges a meaningful glance with Coffee in an attempt to tell her to play along. "We were cuddling so nicely and I didn't want it to end! If you were still up for anything, why didn't you wake me up!?" Her bottom lip trembles as she winks at Coffee. "Uh yes! She is right Emmit, you could have asked her to join! Servicing you both would be a pleasure to no end." Emmit looks dumbfounded, but sputters out between the onslaught "Well I mean, we can still do that you know? It isn't like anyone is leaving." Asha's mood changes immediately and she interjects gleefully, "Ohhh you are so right! Pfew you do stink though, both of you. Maybe clean yourselves off and then we can have some fun." Asha winks before closing the door on both of them. Coffee and Emmit stand there in silence before Coffee slinks into a pile of silvery goop. She pops back up in a matter of minutes and is sparkly clean. "Would you like any assistance cleaning yourself Master Emmit?" Coffee flicks a couple of pieces of moss off Emmit's shoulder as he grumbles towards his outdoor shower head. "No, I guess not. Go inside and keep Asha company. You can send the other one of those clones away now, if Asha did not do that already." Coffee nods and heads inside the small dockside cabin as she gives Emmit a slap on the ass with one of her tentacles.

Emmit stands under the shower head as cool water rains down on his hair and then down his muscular body. His thick fingers scrub the soapy lather into his scalp. Emmit whistles a ditty he once knew when he worked on the farming planet. Moving down his body, he begins to wash his armpits and pecks as the soapy water seeps into the cracks and crevices of the dockside. Emmit begins to think to himself as he gets cleaned up...

I think the ladies pulled a fast one on me. Her demeanor changed pretty abruptly there. And don't they share some sort of thought process or collective memory? Huh, It's funny, I don't think Asha would have ever pulled this off before. She really is hungry for attention and most of all me by the looks of it. Coffee really was not kidding when she said they are just like Asha. Everything is the same down to how they want to be fucked. Honestly, this isn't half bad of a situation. I just hope the dock work is still a viable business practice, I do need to survive out here in this god damn swamp land somehow. Christ my muscles are sore. I honestly did not think I could cum that much. Maybe it's their cum? Tastes pretty damn good, but I felt my body change after that. And as far as I know, I never really had a huge cock haha.

Emmit turns off the shower head and begins to dry off his body. The surrounding boggish swamp sounds of the night echo about the dockside. Emmit sighs deeply as he hangs his towel back up and walks back to his small wooden cabin. He leans his ear to the door in an attempt to get a feeling for what they are up to. With his ear to the door, Emmit cups his hands to amplify the noise, but all he hears is the sound of silence. "Huh, I would have thought the ladies would be giggling like crazy.", Emmit thought to himself. He raps on the door a couple of times with his bare knuckle and exclaims "Coffee. Asha. Should I come in now or do you both need more time?" He hears a couple bangs and moving of furniture before Asha seductively hollers out "We're ready for you now big boy! Come and get a piece of this ass." The door swings open as Emmit is greeted with each of their four tentacles swaying seductively around the door frame. Coffee hangs onto the side of Asha with one hand on her chest and the other behind her back. She bends slightly at the knees to suck on Asha's exposed voluptuous tits. "We've just been dying to service that fat fucking cock you have. It's cold out there, why don't you come in and warm up. There isn't a fireplace here, but we have ways of keeping your hot sexy muscular body all nice and warm." Asha uses one of her hands to play with her nipple and then uses two of her tentacles to softly wrap around Emmit, coaxing him inside.

The cabin is lit with a mixture of moonlight and the oil lantern he had lit earlier. Coffee closes the door behind her and locks it. "We're stuck in for the night Master Emmit. I hope there is something for us to do to pass the time." Coffee slaps Emmit's cheeks with her hand as she locks eyes with him. She bits her lip and begins to play with her already dripping pussy, it yearns for Emmit's man meat once more. His humble home had been transformed into a silvery wonderland of pleasure. Their metallic goo covers his belongings but adds to the already cramped space. Emmit does not seem to mind the new renovations as he is now the King of the slime women, and as such can do whatever he pleases. He heartily chuckles as he slaps Coffee on her ass, returning the favor. "Ladies, I can see you are just begging for my attention. Who should I begin with?". Coffee's ass jiggles from his dominant slap of authority. His smile reflects the remaining moonlight as some of it bounces off his moistened chest dripping with the remaining water from his shower. "A king is to his people and his queen, I think you should play with both of us baby." Coffee and Asha hang off of Emmit's beefy arms as their cock headed tentacles sway back and forth, alluring the sensual touch of a man. Emmit looks down at his women salivating at the mouth for all their holes to be used. "Well you are right on that, but my couch is not big enough for both of you sexy sluts." As he looks beyond his silvery goddess and servant, he sees that his couch had been touched by the metallic silvery goo that drips from their tentacles. It had morphed into a longer couch that also folds into a very comfy bed for multiple lovers to use and abuse. "I can see my beautiful women are quite handy with crafts. Well then, come and give me some sugar baby." He looks down at Asha and Coffee, and gives both of them a series of wet sloppy kisses. His tongue swirls in their mouths, sucking off their cock tipped tongue occasionally as he guides them to their proper positions.

Emmit lies down and rests flat, looking up at the wooden ceiling above him. "Pick your seat ladies. I have two spots open." He gestures to his already stiff shaft and his soft whiskered face. Coffee squeals with excitement before stating "The queen of silvery slime get's to choose first." Coffee extends a hand to Asha as she plays with her pussy waiting for her to make he decision. Asha giggles and slaps Coffee's ass before straddling Emmit's well hung member. "Well I am royalty, so that means I sit upon the throne." Asha descends onto Emmit's cock with force. The sudden change to warm and moist causes him to moan with sheer pleasure. With one hand on her tit and the other aiding her balance, Asha bounces up and down on her royal throne. "I hear my lover named you Coffee, I guess it suits you just fine. Sit on his face, I want to watch you enjoy just how his tongue can caress each lip and crevice of your pussy." Asha picks up speed and begins to use two of her tentacles for support. Emmit can hardly contain his excitement, he is already leaking precum, adding to the lubrication of Asha's delicious juices. Coffee nods and hovers over Emmit's face. She smacks her ass, forcing Emmit to watch it jiggle back into place. "Put that tongue to work master! I can hardly contain myself." She forces all her weight tonto Emmit's face as she begins to twist and contort her own nipples.

"I want to please both of you at the same time. Asha, my queen, let me suckle on your tentacles. I want to fill all my holes for you." Her eyes close as she leaves her mouth agape, practically begging for her throat to be used as a cock sleeve. "I admire your dedication and servitude, you shall become our official plaything. Give me one of yours, I too want to feel stuffed." Both silver slime girls exchange a single tentacle, and in unison begin to thrust their tendrils down deep into their mouths. Coffee extends her arms towards Asha to begin playing with her tits. She can feel how warm and soft they are against her own silvery gooey skin. The pleasure is intense, as they all share muffled groans and moans of immaculate amorous behavior. It is not long before the couch is soaked with a mixture of saliva and precum. Emmit explores all of Coffee's pussy. He teases her lips, inner thigh, and the base of her smaller cock tendril. To add to the experience Emmit plays with her asshole, sticking in a single finger and gently caressing her insides. All three continue moaning as they take short breaks in an attempt to last longer, but their thirst for cum and orgasms is too strong. Asha's pussy tightens are Emmit's shaft, she rests on his balls and swirls around. She soaks in his precum until the pressure built up overtime overcomes Emmit's endurance. "Oh fuck baby, fill me up with your cum. Yes fucking pump me full!!" Asha is practically screaming until she removes herself from her throne. She lays beyond Emmit's crotch, with semen practically dripping from her heart shaped box. Asha adjusts herself so her smaller tendril can clean up the mess on the couch while she begins to suck off her king. Emmit moans and thrusts his meaty cock throbbing with anticipation towards Asha's face. "I'm too sensitive! You're gonna make me -" His demand for ceasing Asha's janitorial work is interrupted by Coffee pressing her whole weight onto his tongue. Her legs quiver and beg for just one last pass against the base of her tendril. Emmit delivers her request with much satisfaction. Her screams rival the moans of both Emmit and Asha as she gushes him in silvery cum.

Emmit licks off what cum he can before Coffee turns around and begins grooming the rest of Emmit's face. "You did good baby, I'm so proud of you. Let's continue with one of your other tentacles." Emmit's voice got deep and commanding, and in an instant Coffee inserts one of her cock headed tentacles into his mouth. She slowly goes up and down; in and out of his throat. Through gurgles and gags Emmit mutters "You taste just like my queen. Take it easy while I pleasure you for a change." Coffee is like putty in Emmit's hands. His request was filled with the right mixture of seduction and dominance that she reverts half way into a slime puddle. She collects herself in an instance so as to continue enjoying the sexual nature of her break. Asha's tongue glides up and down his shaft as her smaller tendril inserts itself into Emmit's cock. She slurps up any extra thick ropes of cum she can find. As she does so, she says to Coffee, "Two of your three holes have been played with slut, let's make it three!"

Asha's tentacles snap to Coffee as they hold her in a downward dog position. She begins teasing Coffee's plump juicy ass with just the tip of her cock. "Excuse my demands my queen, but fucking rail me! I need your cock inside my ass. Pound me into submission." Coffee is practically wailing with pleasure as she can feel an immediate immense pressure fill her tiny asshole. She squeals as she does not know which to focus on more. Her body goes limp and she is just supported by her own tentacles. Emmit gags more on her cock before teasing the tip of the head with his tongue. That becomes the final point in her climax. Coffee cums once more, her load shoots into Emmit's mouth and down his throat. "Look at you taking it like a champ, what a good fucking slut!" Coffee crumbles onto the bed and breathes deeply. "Just. For you. My. King." It takes her the better half of a minute to say just those few words. Asha slaps her on her ass once more before ordering, "Coffee, take a break and in the mean time make three cups of what you had made earlier. I can tell we are all going to need it! I'll finish Daddy off here, he still needs to pay for not letting me join in earlier on the fun." Coffee nods rapidly before descending down in between the floorboards.

Emmit's gulp is audible for Asha to here. She straddles his chest before sticking a finger in his mouth. "Now, let me see here. You seemed to have a lot of fun with her, and I am quite jealous of that my love. Let's put that muscular body of yours to fucking use!" Emmit's eyes widen as he stammers an audible response, but fails to do so when Asha hastily wraps him in her tentacles. "Your ass is mine big boy, welcome to your punishment!" Without any prep, Asha inserts her cock headed tentacle into Emmit's ass. "You enjoyed her earlier, so I assume you do not need any prep baby. Or were here cocks too small compared to mine?" Emmit scrambles to support himself before saying, "No my love, yours are perfect. They are just like -" He is cut short as she muffles him with another one of her tendrils. "That's right baby, enjoy it. Mmf let me feel your tongue caress every inch of it. God you feel so good." Emmit gags as a coagulation of drool and precum seeps out the sides of his mouth. The two lock eyes as Asha picks up more speed and power. Her tendril slams into his asshole as she begins to play with the base of his cock. "You are mine now baby. Both this ass _and_that fucking cock between your legs." She slaps his ass and begins to contort his ball sack. Emmit moans with unfathomable pleasure. He mumbles a "Yes my queen" before falling right back into submission. Emmit enjoys every second of his ass pounding pleasure. She teases him by feeling when is right about to cum; Asha pulls out her cock in his ass and then gives him another good smack. She kisses him on the ass and says "Ohh was that too hard for you my baby? I'm sorry. Let's finish together than baby." She re-enters his ass and thrusts deeper into Emmit. He can feel her filling all of his holes at once. The immaculate levels of warmth and euphoria are too much to bare. The two of them moan and scream with pleasure as they both shoot thick warm ropes of cum onto every inch of Emmit and the couch.

The room is silent, just the sounds of the two of them catching their breathe can be heard. Asha rejoins Emmit at his side of the couch. She cuddles up to him as some of her tentacles begin consuming their last meal of the night. She stares into his comforting eyes as she lays a hand on his hairy chest. "You know, I forgot how cute you are when you cum like that. It reminds me of how god damn sexy you are." The two share laughs and chuckles as Coffee reappears holding three cups of black coffee with each having a sugar cane stick to swirl. "Coffee is here, one for each of - OH my god, you really needed that huh." Coffee looks all over the room and can not find an inch that is not covered in either Emmit's cum or Asha's. She hands out the cups and cuddles up on the other side of Emmit. She scoops up some of the remaining juices and adds it to her coffee. Emmit and Asha look at her dumbfounded as she says "What? If both taste good by themselves, why not add to it?" Emmit and Asha exchange glances as they mimic what Coffee had done. They stir the drinks with the sugar cane stick and slurp their new drink. Both emit audible sounds of delight as they all clink their mugs in celebration of a new era. It isn't long before the three of them finish their beverages and fall into a deep slumber.

Emmit is the first to wake up at day break to the sounds of several people talking outside. He turns to look and sees both of his women still asleep. Emmit groans and adjusts his posture. He slips out of their comforting grasp and puts on a pair of pants before heading out the door. Outside on the dock he notices several board members of the dockside union inspecting the place. One of them also happens to be one of the leading scientists that aided the researcher who was conducting research in the swamp. Emmit approaches the group of people, "Hey, you lot. What the hell is going on here? New shipments don't start for another couple hours. You all woke me up from some much needed sleep. I have half a mind to fucking up and throw your ass into the swamp below!" Emmit flexes his body as an intimidation tactic and is successfully met with a stammering board member trying to calm him down. "Now now Mr. Emmit, there is no need for rash decisions here. We had been contacted by this environmental research division because one of their scientists had gone missing. Now I know this silvery mess was not here before, so maybe it has something to do with that. Either way we are going to have to relocate this shipment transfer site to a new location. This means you will most likely be reassigned. However, because of this sudden change, the company is offering you a retirement package; your current salary for up until you kick the bucket." Emmit is shocked at this news. His mood changes immediately as he stammers for a moment in an attempt to formulate an accurate response. "Well, that is mighty generous of the union to provide something like that. I had always looked forward to retirement, so let's choose that option. Will there be any more of these researchers coming about anymore? I really do not want to be babysitting them because they don't have half a brain to not fall into the water." The board member shakes his head and states reassuringly, "No no Mr. Emmit, the environmental research committee deems the location to be too dangerous for their studies. So in short, you will not be bothered by anyone! I hope you enjoy a happy and long retirement!" With that, he gives Emmit a pat on the shoulder and the first of many retirement checks made out to him.

Emmit turns and smiles wide, he looks down and notices movement within the silvery slime at his feet. The two of them heard every word. As he walks back inside, Emmit chuckles to himself while saying "First a king and now retirement? God damn."