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Forward note: Hello readers and welcome to another of my exciting stories. Please lay your troubles at the door and make yourself comfortable, as what you are about to read is something rather special. What we have on the menu tonight is a feisty lava dragoness who becomes the prey of a horny tentacly creature eager to deposit its ample amounts of fluids into a warm place. Excited? You'd best be, because we have quite a nice egg laying scene at the end. One of my very first!

Read on, and I hope you'll have a pleasant experience!

** ***A Tentacly Embrace(commissioned work)*****

Ember felt an inexplicable urge explore the ruins of Formoregor. Once a tower of unstoppable power, this bastion of spells had been left in the care of the few beasts that managed to enter its sanctum. Ember wasn't feeling so brave as to directly fly to the top of the tower. The lingering force that attracted her might've been the symptom of something much greater, and far more dangerous.

After she scouted the surroundings, Ember decided to take her chances through the underground. Humidity washed over her head like a curtain, tempting the female to flare her inner heat. Ember kept herself from doing that when she noticed a few rats scurrying ahead. The simple creatures carried no trace of magic. Perhaps that kept them alive long enough to thrive.

Ember's steps took her deeper into the darkness. It smelled like waste down here. Strands of mucus clung to her wings, and her paws trudged through a type of sludge to gross to even look at. Ember went deeper; deep enough to feel cold. Deep enough to feel afraid.

Every corridor she passed through burned into her mind. Such was the case with the last turns she took towards the cleaner air. The female advances slowly, keeping an eye out for side entrances or crevices hiding inside the murky water. Not all the creatures were benevolent. One tainted rat bit into her tail, a futile, yet highly enraging act of stupidity on its part. She was shuffling with her tail, turning the slimy water from one side to the other when an audible splash disturbed the water just ahead of her. Ember saw a small figure leap right past one of the faded elemental lamps that still littered the tunnel.

She surged after it in a storm of rising drops and flapping wings. The creature was quick. Its wide leaps carried it through the air with frightening efficiency, while Ember had to sludge through the mess. The water slowed her down considerably, not even her molten fire able to speed her paws through the mess. Still, she didn't give up. Ember fixed her eyes on the shadowy leaper and chased it through the winding corridors. Everything moved in a blur. Ember had no idea which way she turned or how long she ran in this mad rush to catch her prey.

Crude stone replaced the well-crafted block of the walls. Ember realized she must have went deeper than she intended. She crouched, passing through what appeared to be a cave opening. The constricting walls brushed against her wings and bumped into her head. Ember snarled, twisting between the stony teeth with whatever expertise she managed. Her prey slowed down too, shuffling on its uneven legs. The only reason she could even see in the darkness was owed to the jagged lines darted along the walls of the cave. They looked like the branches of a tree, connected to something. Ember was grateful for the blue radiance they gave, and for the creature's innate instincts. It knew exactly where to go. The air became less stale, and slightly less frigid.

Ember emerged by the side of an underground lagoon. She crashed on her belly when she prepared to pounce, allowing the creature to dive into the water and escape into the unreachable depths.

Ember growled in defeat. For a lava dragoness like her, water was the most annoying thing in the world. She relaxed on the bank for a few moments until an annoying squawk rang into her head. The creature swam around, taunting her with all manner of annoying noises. The dragoness ignored them at first, but the pestering thing kept shouting louder and louder, heating Ember' flaming blood to dangerous limits.

Yeeek yaaaak crick crak crak crak. Those deranged cries brought her on the edge of madness.

Ember threw her head back, then roared with all her might. The ground vibrated under her bulk, and ripples formed along the lake's previously steady waters. Many inferior creatures would have had the sense to flee in the presence of such a powerful predator, but not her strange companion, who poked its mismatched head from the lake, blaring like a dying bird.

Ember had enough. No bulk of water, no matter how deep, was going to keep her from silencing that horrible squawker. She leaped inside the water, clawing her way towards that obnoxious little thing. It plunged under, but it only brought itself a bit more time in the face of its impending demise.

Or did it? Ember felt movement stirring between her legs. Something stirred, and she was quite sure it wasn't the shouting pest. The female sealed her gender completely, her entire body becoming an impenetrable fortress of plated scales.

Ember curled her claws when the eel-like thing slid along her front paw. It shook and trembled, sliding between her clutching fingers. Probably a water snake or something that wasn't worth her time. She scanned the lake, seeing no signs of her prey. It must have escaped during the short moment of distraction.

The snake passed between her legs again. Ember turned around with an angry snarl. She wasn't going to play this game anymore. The snake was insistent though. It kept rubbing along her body, as if it wanted to know what kind of creature invaded its domain. The dragoness growled when it passed along her protected slit. It found an unusual interest in her vent, poking and feeling around the enclosed space that protected her pussy. Then, it found her tailhole, and the visit was not quite so brief. After an initial inspection, the snake pushed its head inside the only place that had no protecting carapace. Ember growled in surprise. She contracted her muscles as hard as she could, yet the slimy creature was unnaturally persistent. It pushed, and pushed, ramming its wet head inside until it finally gave up.

Ember took advantage of its absence to swim towards the shore. She shook the water off her wings, dried herself with a flame wave, then dropped on the scorched ground to rest.

Something grabbed her hind leg. Strong. Thick. Unnaturally big, splotched with spots of many different colors, and very muscular. A single tug was all it took to drag the whole dragoness back into the water. Ember's claws drew molten marks along the stone. She flailed her tail, slamming the pestering snail with meteoric blows. Clouds of steam rose at the contact with the water, but even her flaming tail brought her only a delay, offering no escape. Panicking, Ember fell onto her belly, arched her head, and drove her teeth through the snail as hard as she could. Her flaming teeth charred their way through the meat, unleashing a deep gurgling sound from the depths. The snake unwrapped in an instant, retreating into the depths of the lake.

Ember stumbled back towards the shore, exhausted and drained of every bit of energy. She had about enough of strange creatures for the day.

But the same didn't apply to them. A flurry of snakes burst through the water's surface, heading straight towards her position. There were three. No, five. Ember quickly lost count as the tentacles rushed towards her almost as fast as her eyes could perceive them. Two grabbed the female by her back legs and another wrapped around her tail to drag Ember towards the bottom of the lake. The dragoness uselessly growled and wriggled. She couldn't risk igniting her entire body so close to the water. That put the tentacles out of harm's reach until two more grabbed her fore paws. That presented her with an opportunity to strike back. Ember bit again, but this time, instead of soft flesh, the vilest kind of acid spilled into her mouth. Ember spat it out quickly, yowling in pain. The substance froze its way through the gaps of her teeth, seeping into her molten flesh, draining it of every bit of heat it held.

In her desperation, Ember plunged her maw through the lagoon's surface. Her flesh still stung, but nowhere as bad as before.

Just when she was ready to strike again, the creature pulled harder than ever, taking her into its domain.

Ember's legs disappeared into the depths. Her body shortly followed, and slowly, her neck too found itself submerged. Ember scrunched her eyes shut and took a deep breath, making sure to seal off her heat completely, for a heartbeat later, she was completely submerged in an icy, watery grave.

The chill bit into her flesh harder than fangs. She struggled helplessly against the crushing tentacles, but their grip was tempered by inhuman strength. Not a single one budged, coiling around her limbs until numbness took hold of them. Ember fought for a way to free herself. her precious air quickly running out. Panic seeped into her being, quickening her flaming blood and consuming her air reserves frighteningly quick.

Ember choked. Bubbles rushed out of her maw, allowing murky water to rush inside her throat. Ember couldn't keep it out. She took a gulp, then another before she started choking on the only fluid capable of extinguishing her flames. She was going to die here, submerged and forgotten by anything and anyone.

The tentacles whipped her out of the water just as her vision started to blacken. Ember unleashed a torrent of heated through a series of vicious coughs. For a moment, she thought she was flying. The ground was unnaturally far from her limbs, and her body felt so light. There was a good reason for that. She was at last several leaps away from the ground, hoisted by huge tentacles rising from the water's surface.

Ember had no time to either admire her position or moan her misfortune. Something touched her from beneath. Her tail shuddered helplessly, coiled by something big and hard. Ember could stretch her neck just a bit to catch sight of a small tentacle slithering along her tail. It had a violet, tapered head, and many barbs curving all over its surface. She growled out in sheer panic, but that was the wrong move to make with a creature disturbed by any kind of noise.

Ember muffled her maw shut one second too late. Several more tentacles splashed through the water's surface to join their brethren. Two coiled several times around her neck to hold her in place, while a third wrapped firmly around her snout, preventing the faintest whimpers from escaping through. Ember's flaring nostrils sizzled with heat, her trembling lips sending droplets of steaming water onto the creature's oppressive grip. The creature's smell was as vile as its touch, choking the very breath out of her. Despite the rushing panic, she forced herself to take small, measured breaths. Only when her blood settled a little she could focus enough to think her way out of this predicament.

Ember forced herself into a sense of false calmness by keeping her mind fixed on her breath. She blocked out the scratching feeling climbing towards her tailhole, and ignored the crusher tentacles that stole her only means of fighting back. Things seemed to work rather well for a time. Her frenzied heart slowed its beats, and her mind saw a small light of hope at the end of this nightmare. With her focus hanging in relative balance, Ember furiously fought to find a way to free herself by analyzing everything she could feel or see. The big tentacles were far too strong, but the little ones were another matter entirely. If they were as sensitive as she expected, a single bite would distract the creature long enough for her to fight her way out.

Ember gently pushed her fore paw towards her snout, slowly and carefully. The creature didn't seem to notice the feeble resistance tugging the tentacle binding the female's leg. Ember kept going, oblivious to the creature's prodding tentacle. She was so close. A dozen heartbeats more, and she could sink her teeth through the silvery flesh wrapped around her paw.

That's when the creature's tentacle found her tailhole. Ember could do nothing to prevent it from slithering up the puckered flesh like a big, barbed, slimy cock. It was itchy, and slimy, and gross. Ember clenched her jaws so tight they hurt, then flared her heat higher, and higher, yet just as she could not stop her rumbling growl from seething within the depths of her throat, so she couldn't keep the tentacle from invading her body.

Vibrations traveled through each of the creature's tentacles. It seemed to feel everything. As soon as the dragoness emitted another threatening noise, the creature fastened its grip. Ember thought her protective plates would shatter under the immense weight exerted on her limbs. The big tentacles almost crushed her scales inside their heavy coils, but they were not even the biggest concern right now. Sensing greater warmth, the barbed one pushed deeper into the female's unprotected tailhole with no warning and no absence of skill. The barbs pulled and raked into her fiery flesh, forcing the dragoness's throat to burst with muffled roars and her muscles to pump with reckless abandon. Blood flowed faster. Blood that was warm and nurturing. The tentacle wriggled furiously, scratching its way through the flesh, demanding more heat, more tightness.

Just when the pain was starting to get annoying, the tentacle pulled out, splashing into the water below. Ember sucked in a breath of relief. She could hear the drops of her own molten blood splashing into the water and smell the metallic tinge among the creature's murky fragrance. Only superficial wounds marred her flesh, but they annoyed enough to spur her instincts into a fighting frenzy.

Ember forfeited tactics and planning. After a deep breath, she tensed all over and tried to break free once and for all. The tentacles only tightened harder. Her legs burst with seething agony, and her teeth pressed so tightly against each other. Ember growled her muffled agony, struggling into the creature's embrace until the fire of rebellion fled her muscles, leaving behind a dried, tired husk.

The creature expected that all along. Only after she became completely still it found the courage to fully explore its catch. Ember closed her eyes in disgust as two longer tentacles rushed from the depths below and slid down her neck. One caressed around her wings, while the other slid between her legs. Scales did not impress the creature, and neither did the membrane of her wing. Ember hoped he would just be left alone after the creature found out what a stubborn, useless meal she was.

She couldn't be more wrong than that. The creature's tentacle found her slit. The tentacle coiled around her protected place, thrumming strong and hard. Ember's paws trembled with weakness as jolts of agonizing pleasure rushed through the plates protecting her most sensitive of places. Heat blazed into the deeper reaches of her halls, becoming a beacon of attraction for the chilly creature. It quivered and massaged around her hardened walls, apparently pleased with its discovery. The other tentacles did not lay still either. One played along her tailhole, bathing in the few strands of molten lubrication that oozed from her scratches, while the other traced along the crevice of her slit.

There were more forms of feeding than feasting on flames, and Ember found that out the hard way as the three tentacles attacked her most sensitive parts at the same time. One punched straight through her tailhole with savage intent, tensing and straightening until it rammed straight into the depth of her tight canal. The shock sent a ravaging spasm along the muscles, urging them to clamp down and sear the invader within their halls. Ember trembled in pleasure as her own flesh impaled itself onto the sharp, stimulating barbs. The second tentacle bashed her protective barriers repeatedly, then moved under to pry them apart until her churning pussy stood completely exposed. The barbed head basked in the rippling heat oozing from that place, its silvery barbs flexing briefly before it pushed into the sanctuary, snuggling into the soft flesh. The hooked edges of its barbs pierced the surface of the skin just enough to latch onto it. With its position secured, the tentacle slithered comfortably, lazying in the hot embrace between the female's outer lips to absorb in the fiery warmth.

The tentacles ceased their activity after they inspected the nature of their prey. Ember took a few breaths of relief. The penetration scared her quite a bit more than becoming a host to the creature's perverted desires. As long as she didn't clench too hard, the barbs left her flesh relatively unscathed. Her slit suffered from the same predicament, though it was a bit more unlucky than her tailhole. The tentacle that claimed that spot had a habit of trembling. Every time it did that, her lips tensed and her flesh quivered, summoning just enough ripples of heat to stir the female's wetter, more sensitive insides.

Ember fought hard to hold herself back. She managed to do so quite well thanks to her draconic determination... At least until several more tentacles burst through the water. One of them waved before Ember' own eyes, a wicked thing with round splotches littered with tiny, hollow teeth. The tentacle dangled in front of her eyes for a moment, then slammed right between her nostrils. Ember shuddered hard at the wet sensation that claimed her being. The tentacle grabbed onto her scales, then rushed along her chest until it plunged straight through the gap of her slit. The dragoness choked as the others did the same thing. Two fixed themselves upon each of her folds, drawing the better part of the flaming flesh into their tiny maws with hungry gulps while the remaining ones rushed for an all-out penetration. Ember had no idea how many were there. All she knew was the cold sensation of their greed and the overwhelming stretch of her cunt. The elastic flesh widened to its very limits, forced to accommodate the startling amount of cordons through its passage. Each tentacle stopped at a different place. One coiled near the entrance, another blocked the middle, while the remaining plunged further, past her cervix, into her defenseless egg chamber. Their touch was cold, and their teeth so, so scary. They suckled their way around her organs, scratching gently with those little teeth for a favorite spot...until they finally found it.

The tentacles went limp again. Ember scrunched her eyes shut. She just wanted this nightmare to end. What was the creature planning at? What did it gain from this? It didn't caress, it didn't touch, it didn't even wriggle once it penetrated her insides. It just remained there, limp and lifeless until ooze stopped dribbling from the female's irritated tailhole.

A long rumble came from the depths of the lagoon. Ember could no longer be bothered by anything right now. She kept her eyes firmly shut, pretending to mate with very rough and unusual male. Despite the throbbing irritation that claimed all her sensitive spots, the fantasy held up quite well. She seduced the beast with warm licks, and almost saw herself riding upon the waves of pleasure before a squirt of blissful warmth speared into her slit.

Ember jerked in her fetters. Her dragon was cumming even before he entered her properly! He imagined him slide closer to her needy egg chamber, bathing in the squirts that felt so delightfully vivid. The stream became stronger and sharper, forcing Ember to tense and tremble all over. Her claws curled inwards, pushing into the pads of her palms and feet. The tips pierced her scales almost at the same time as the creature's barbs impaled her molten flesh. The combined heat worked together with the bursting squirts to bring about waves of tremendous pleasure. Fiery blood rushed through her body, pumped by the harder beats of her heart, engorging her muscles and bringing life to her moistening pussy.

The purple tentacle sensed her throbs as soon as they happened. It unlatched its barbs from the slit's shivering walls, wriggling its way through the fluid drenched canyon until it reached the softer, looser parts of her birth canal. It first rubbed onto the walls with a suave circling motion, tempting the female's mating organ with hard bursts of stimulation. Then, it folded over itself. Ember throbbed hard once she found her pussy stretched from the inside once again. Pressure stirred her desires, and no female could hold herself back from enjoying such raw stimulation. The tentacle squeezed and flared just like a male's cock, bathing her instincts with fiery lust, and its exotic barbs bit into her flesh like a feisty dragon that refused to be subdued by her fire. Ember always enjoyed a bit of struggle when she mated, and the tentacle offered just that. Her breath picked up, rising in the same manner as the amber juices that flowed from her cunt. Her clit, that notoriously part of her anatomy that was always, ALWAYS sheltered between her lips now peeked its way through the slit's overly stretched walls, coming out like a timid hatchling that just now found the courage to explore the wonders of the world.

The green tentacle anchored there shuddered violently when that happened, almost sensing the fertile fluid welling inside the female's moistening vent. It coiled further around the base of her clit, securing it in a tight embrace before climbing along its small, tapered length with a spiraling motion. The higher it climbed, the hotter Ember's blood became. Hard barbs were an exquisite treat. The tentacles were just hard enough to nip into the flesh, yet soft so that they didn't cause great harm. And they were thirsty, rubbing and hugging the expanding clit harder each time it throbbed with renewed vigor. Their heated bite enflamed the dragoness's pleasure so quickly it hurt. Ember felt slicker than usual. For a moment she wondered if her pussy started oozing healing fluids like her tailhole did when the first tentacle shoved its way inside, yet the smell of any wound was inexistent, and the touch too soft to cause great harm.

A jet of hot fluid confirmed her suspicion. The creature didn't suck her fluids. It unleashed its own, tempting her with blissful spurts of a much too gooey substance. It felt like seed, only thicker, and it clung to her flesh marvelously until the rest of the tentacle squeezed around her exposed clit with its colder, humid flesh. The chill stifled part of the rising pleasure, and Ember couldn't help but groan with rising irritation. She wanted to cum, but at the same time wanted to last long enough to taste every pleasure this strange creature had to offer. She knew its other tentacles worked on her. They just weren't as active as the one embracing this new treat it discovered. Once it wrapped its slim tip around the organ, the tentacle circled its head around the top of the female's clit, tingling the tip of her spear and awakening too many blissful sensations.

Ember jerked at the unexpected surge that traveled along her body. Her pussy tightened with spitting intent, and two strings of hot, honey-like liquid burst out of her stretched halls, warning the tentacle to keep away from her much too sensitive clit. The creature loosened the grip a bit, allowing for a long breath before it squeezed, harder than before. Ember's air roared between her clenched teeth, hurled out of her throat as fast as femcum spat from her pussy, splashing against the trembling tentacle. It vibrated strong and fast, quickening the dragoness's pleasure to unimaginable heights. Ember tensed and shivered in her fetters, clawing and moaning and warning of her impending release until the tentacle ceased its maddening shudders.

It hugged her clit, and remained like that for a bit. Ember blamed that on the creature's wicked and cunning nature. She thought she had a breather, a moment to calm her blood and relax her muscles when the creature merely got bored of playing with her clit. The silvery tentacle that lounged on her pussy lips became active now, and with it came a flood of dripping hot fluids shot straight from its barbs. Streams of mercury-like lubrication oozed from every available hole as the tentacle's head rolled from one fleshy door to the other.

Ember's insides churned with restless expectation. Thrice they spasmed, and thrice they spilled more of her own fluids through the spasming frame of her cunt. Only the upper half of her little clit was visible among the dark mass coiled around her inner organ, a proud speck of molten amber that burned bright among an ocean of darkness. It flexed its strength valiantly against the now-black head of the tentacle, curving its barbs and weakening it with constant shivers. Smoky liquescence dripped along the crooked barbs, down along the misty base, until they met the coiled mass piling around the female's cunt. They loosened and tightened, soft and surely, pumping around the organ just enough to emulate the living feeling of a proper mating rod. Ember was in awe at how much perverse pleasure she extracted from the creature's caress. Her pussy was especially spoiled compared to her tailhole. She never got such large amount of lubrication spat on her ever before. The squirts became longer and harder, their force driving straight through the peach-like entrance to her sanctuary, and right into the sensitive mating organ for ruthless bursts of stimulation.

Ember' puffy lips drew against her slit, growing harder and more sensitive by the second. The creature, sensing her approaching climax, decided to prolong it further by ceasing its delicious stream.

The dragoness sucked in a sharp breath before her throat burst with a trembling growl. The grip around her snout muffled the sound, but not the intense pleasure rushing through her halls. The heat and the massage worked together to bring about the edge of release. Ember thought she was going to cum right there. Spill her feminine seed. Drain her pussy of all the molten slag that hid within its depth.

Tears fell down the female's fiery eyes. The pleasure around applied on her nether region felt so incredibly good. For a moment, she forgot she was tied and bread by an ugly, tentacly creature. Ember went back to her male dragon. To his fine, golden scales and his delicious, throbbing cock pounding deeper and deeper into her pussy.

Ember choked on her roar. Droplets of flickering flames exploded through her barred teeth, where strands of lava dribbled from the sides of her maw. Her lips trembled hard over her exposed fangs, weak and worn out just like the rest of her shivering body. Not now. Not before her male spurted his seed into her waiting womb.

The unruly tug spread an explosion of pleasure along the dragoness's spine. It was viciously intense, spreading unlike nothing Ember ever felt before. The snake traveled along each limb, dispersing in hot tingles of immense pleasure. Her vision blackened. For a moment, she thought she was going to lose her focus and fade out into the blackness, but the creature had other plans for her. Every tentacle, even those resting inside her body stopped as if frozen in time.

Ember breathed. That was all she could do. Breathe and attempt to ignore the heavy inferno rushing through her pussy. It was impossible. Every beat of her heart, along with every breath she took kept her entire body in a constant state of arousal. She thought she was done for; that she was going to cum right in that moment and waste her precious fertility on some weird creature's tentacles.

At the height of her weakness, the creature retreated the barbed tentacle from her trembling pussy. The head came out quick and clean, and the heavy pressure slowly subsided to manageable levels. Ember took slow and jagged breaths. She blinked the tears from her eyes, then sealed her eyelids shut. She could focus better this way. Distract herself from everything aside from the tentacles wriggling inside her tailhole. They slithered through the tunnel and stretched the muscles as another joined their ranks. It was slim enough to pass unperturbed, and Ember didn't perceive it as a threat. She had enough bizzare pleasure to deal with anyway, so she ignored the little menace until it kissed the space under her egg chamber.

This intimate touch made the female jerk in her fetters. The tentacle slid under her precious egg chamber, caressing the sensitive skin of her inner tailhole with rippling shivers of pure pleasure. The other tentacles rearranged themselves around to accommodate their brethren, further agonizing the moaning female. After so much debilitating teasing, the intense pleasure took Ember by storm. She thrashed and tensed her limbs one at a time, stirring the creature's lust. It grabbed her tighter, then shoved its lithe tentacle past the whole length of her inner chamber. It wasn't finished though. Once the tentacle's head emerged on the other side, it turned its flexible head and spat a hard string of lava into a place where Ember had never been touched before.

Ember's muscles became tempered iron once fire kissed her insides. The overly hard squeezes of her muscles must have tickled the creature the wrong way. Its tentacles suddenly spasmed. Their girth expanded inside the dragoness's tunnel, stretching her sore muscles to the point of bursting. She thought her flesh was going to snap from all the pressure. Then, the creature pushed, coiled, or expanded into her organs at the same time.

Ember's throat burst with a desperate roar. Her clit was squeezed and bathed with slimy gushes of molten silver. Her pussy lips were tended by a warm mass of tentacles that spewed pollen and other forms of green goo on her lips. And egg chamber assaulted from all places at once, above or below. Gushes of magma dribbled along the squelching halls of her tailhole, increasing the flow of pleasure rushing through her anal cavity. The small tentacle kept spitting its heat while the others trembled, wriggled and caressed her passage once again. The vibrations felt so much better than a cock, and with the spurting fluid feeling much like cumming, Ember was in for a real treat. She lifted her tail as much as he could, encouraging the creature to take everything it wanted. The tentacles slithered in and out of her hole in a mess of gushing fluids and squelching sounds. Each time they came out, they spat. Every time they pushed in, they kissed her special place.

The stimulation crashed into her senses with the might of a hurricane. Ember couldn't even roar from how intense all those fluids felt on her exposed genitals. Her throat was so tight, even her breathing stopped. The surge rushed through the entirety of her body, freezing every muscle it found in its path. Her pussy clammed up, her clit became an engorged mass of dripping fire, and her tailhole firmly clamped on the wriggling mass sheltered inside it.

Trickles of femcum trickled from the female's breeding passage. The tentacle squeezed even harder, yet even that failed to stop the female's molten ooze from coming out. The tentacle pulled its head back, allowing a smaller one to take its place. Its tapered head didn't bother strangling or caressing the female's love tunnel. It rushed straight through the small squirting hole in the middle, diving as deep as its girth allowed.

Ember eyes burst with tears as the tentacle unleashed an overly thick assault of fluids, filling her senses with bursts of sinister pleasure. It tickled, scratched and stimulated at the same time, feeling so good inside her hole. With her tailhole stuffed and her folds held in a squeezing grip, Ember couldn't hold the imminent release back any longer. She constricted every muscle in her body, gathering every ounce of strength she could muster.

Then, with a long, trembling roar, she finally burst out, unleashing the terrible concoction of pleasure that had been brewing inside her ever since the creature took her into its tentacly embrace. Her egg chamber shattered under the strain of bliss, sending a hefty gush of churning fluids towards her slit, where a heavy spasm launched it outside. The heated ejaculate rushed along the spitting tentacle, and Ember thrust her hips forth, burning with the desire to unleash all that she had inside into the open.

The creature's tentacle blocked the flood, trapping the precious fluid inside. Another spurt came. Ember's roar turned from pleasure to panic as her birth canal bloated more than it should have. The fertile fluid rushing through from her deeper parts was about to be her demise until the creature's tentacle flared like a blooming flower. Little barbs dug into the female's fiery insides. It hurt a bit at first, but the relieving of that terrible pressure calmed the dragoness's initial terror. With sharp slurps, the tentacle sucked the Ember's ejaculation inside its expanding girth. The ball of thick tentacle fluid mixed with femcum traversed the length of the female's mating hole, plopped through her entrance, and continued sliding along the tentacle until it fed the beast dwelling within the water with the best essence a female had to offer.

A deep rumble came from the depths of the sea. The creature hungered, and with a fertile female clutched in its grasp, holding back was no longer an option. Those big, toothed tentacles clamped on everything they found. One swallowed her sensitive clit -despite being already claimed by a slim tentacle- while two others fell upon each of her folds. What irritated Ember the most were the tentacles that made their way inside her body. Endless teeth dug into the female's fertile passage from every angle, producing one of the hardest spasms ever unleashed.

Determined to rid herself of her gooey essence once and for all, Ember burst with everything she had. She expected a torrent to gush forth, wild and strong. Instead, not even a fickle drop escaped from the depths of her cunt.

Blazing stars and rushing streaks blurred Ember' vision as her greatest moment of pleasure turned into a something a lot more intense. Her egg chamber, the most intimate, most important part of a female, was drained of all its fluids right from the core. The spasms that came after were longer, more intense than what she was used to. The seed milking process started, and Ember had no choice but to cry out and choke on the rushing waves of immense pleasure that coursed through her. Thrumming blows reverberated through both tailhole and cunt, dispersing towards her heaving folds, where another feeding tentacle was hard at work. It rippled and jerked, feasting on everything the female's pussy had to offer. It anchored onto the female's lips, making sure not even a single drop of arousal escaped. No matter how much her walls tensed, the creature had a steadfast grip on their forms, trembling, stimulating her on and on until the creature released a long, unearthly groan.

Ember found herself sailing towards the shore. The creature gently placed her on the ground, but the dragoness had no strength left to inspect or tend to her highly sensitive pussy. Her senses completely collapsed under the immense strain exerted upon them, and she fell into a deep, calming sleep that no tentacle could wrestle her from.

*

Ember lost count of how many days passed since she started breeding with the creature. After her first encounter, the same inexplicable attraction made her return into the creature's tentacly embrace. Somehow, she knew the strange being could fill her empty belly with the promise of life, so Ember mated over and over again until its seed took hold.

It's been a few days, yes, but to her they felt like months. Instead of wake cycles, she started counting orgasms. The eggs grew frighteningly fast under the nurturing touch of her elemental fluids. They expanded within the innermost part of her belly, pushing her arousal into long, climaxing fits. Ember released her flame constantly. Not a moment passed without a few drops of lava slithering out of her pussy. The creature told her the eggs were big enough now. They no longer required feeding after they gathered all the necessary nutrients. The news came as a blissful release for the overly aroused dragoness. Ember learned to hate orgasms. She could not spend a moment relaxing without her pussy spewing out its load. Her belly felt rather heavy too, not to mention her tailhole.

Soon the eggs grew even further, blocking her ability to cum completely. Her egg chamber was under so much stress from the gigantic clutch put inside her that her passage remained completely blocked. Her cunt had the same problems, as did her clit. They were all hard and on the verge of exploding due to all the pressure building up inside her but they just couldn't reach a proper climax.

The creature calmed her, telling her it was all normal and all would be over soon, but Ember could scarcely catch a moment of rest. Her breathing was worn by the constant pressure, becoming ragged and uneven. She remained on the ground for so long, she couldn't even find the strength to get up anymore.

And the creature kept telling her to wait. Wait until she burst. Wait until the time to lay the eggs arrived.

Ember lashed back in righteous anger. She tried pushing the eggs out by herself, but they refused to budge. They remained so firmly lodged inside her belly, she was afraid they would keep growing, and growing, until her entire body exploded.

Relief finally came when the creature stopped its annoying prattling. It prodded along her belly with two sensitive tentacles, then gave a firm, excited slap.

"They are ready, life bringer. Push them out of the nesting chamber. Bring your progeny into the world," the creature said in her mind with a voice too beautiful to match its grotesque appearance. Even so, the female wasn't in the brightest disposition.

Ember snapped her jaws, fangs dripping with saliva. She had no idea how to do that!

"Push them! Dragonesses should know how. It is your clutch, not mine."

Ember snarled with irritation. She expected a couple of eggs, not an entire load.

The creature banged a tentacle against the ground. The noise distracted Ember enough to turn her head around. She looked at the creature's large, crusher tentacles, then at the ground when something slapped her head into the hard stone below.

"Lay your eggs now, female, or face my wrath."

The droplets of falling slime really empathized that particular point. Ember wiped them off her head and rolled onto her belly. A heavy growl left her throat. She felt like the most useless female in the world, barely able to stand on her own feet.

"Get up, get up!" The creature encouraged. "It is unfit to press your belly against the ground. Get up, female."

It became really annoying, moving around on its tentacles like a slug. Nothing but words and gurgles and wheezing chokes left the deformed maw that still tried, after all these failures, to articulate those grotesque sounds into words. Ember used her increasing rage to finally raise and hold her weight on four wobbling paws. The creature noticed that. It saw the way her jaws clattered, and the livid color of her pussy. Ember couldn't even throb thanks to the tremendous pressure that stretched her muscles to their very limits from the inside. With squelching whips of too many tentacles to count, the creature moved towards her tail, sniffing and prodding with a couple of fleshy tentacles.

"Your body is more than ready to fulfill its task," it nuzzled under her tail with an overly wet, barbed tentacle. "Share your eggs with me, bringer of life. The time is nigh."

Ember turned her head away, blocking the creature from both her sight and her mind. Her only focus lay on the eggs. Her mother had been strong enough to pass even bigger ones. What did that say about her? That she was a moaning hatchling, unable to pass her own clutch? An infertile female that failed to even cum properly?

Ember spread her legs, grabbing firmly onto the ground with her claws. Behind, her tail slanted above her tailhole, pulling the muscles hard enough to expand them. Ember knew crouching slightly would have helped, yet she didn't trust her shaking limbs to keep her body for long. She fanned her wings instead, allowing only her hind legs to bear the weight of her heavy belly.

With the pest settling at a comfortable distance away from her, Ember could finally focus on her burden. She closed her eyes, trailing along her mating hole with her mind until she focused on the enormous load planted in her belly by the creature's extremely virile seed. She didn't know how many eggs hid inside. They were all piled into a thick clutch, too close to one another. Stuck together, they were an impossible burden for her to pass, no matter how hard she tried.

Ember swished her tail up and down, left and right. Her muscles responded to the movement. She tensed different parts of her nether muscles, trying to separate one egg from the rest. It was a long, laborious process that drained willpower and sacked her strength. Ember's muscles burned with effort, and her stiff pussy wasn't making things any better. It remained in a constant state of arousal, leaking slimy fire with a drip drip drip sound. Both pleasure and pain battled along her tingling flesh for dominance. Neither won, and neither gained an advantage until Ember clamped her muscles down as hard as she possibly could.

One egg rolled away from the pile. Ember relaxed, then pumped again. Her strong muscles embraced the egg from all sides, stretching themselves upon its round form. She snapped her jaws, relaxed, then tried again. The egg barely moved. The size of that hard lump helped as much as the creature's tentacly gaze. Both did nothing to help her. On the contrary, they were a constant source of irritation, a reminder that she, a dragoness that mated no other male and sired no clutch, could not even pass a tiny little egg.

Ember gritted her teeth with concentration and pushed again. She needed to do this. Had to prove to herself what a worthy female she was. She was not one of those dragons dominated by the other gender. Many females returned wounded and battered from the strong males they settled out to conquer. Although Ember had never partaken in such trips, she never planned to return as a conquered dragon. She wanted her first male to lay under her so that she could mount him and suck his seed deep into her womb, just like her gender was meant to.

Ember snarled, then growled, and finally roared as she struggled to pass her first egg.

This time, it budged.

The strong contractions rolled it forth, pushing it just a bit closer towards the exit.

Ember's breath rolled out in the form of a rumbling, growling sigh. All that effort to nudge a single egg. It seemed surreal, how hard it was to evacuate even one of these things. She probably needed a hundred pushes to even get it towards her folds. The dragon flapped her wings, working some refreshing air around her blazing body.

The creature slapped and tangled its tentacles together, clearly irritated. It watched from its stationary position with a pair of big, cloudy eyed tentacles. Ember saw disappointment. Or was it rage? She really couldn't tell from the creature's alien way of expressing itself, but one thing was certain. It was certainly not pleased with her progress.

That was another blow to her pride, and blows like that served to infuriate her further. Ember had another objective now. She wanted to prove this creature wrong, and lay her first eggs before its ugly, slimy, misshapen form.

So she clenched, roared, growled and slammed into the ground between pushes, working that egg closer and closer to the edge. She made progress as quickly as she fatigued herself. Her paws trembled like boughs in a windstorm, and she was forced to stand properly just to manage another push. The change in her weight added another obstacle to the slow moving egg, yet Ember never gave up. She kept pushing, and pushing, biting back pain and arousal until the slimy egg poked its head through her parting folds. With a last push, Ember sent it forth. The egg spread her muscles apart as it slithered through them. The dragoness scrunched her eyes shut, then pushed one last time, forcing that annoying egg to drop on the ground with a well earned squelching thump.

Ember roared out her victory. She turned around, flapped her wings to steady her wobbling body, and looked upon the fruit of her work. The egg was almost the size of a dragon's, though it was a lot rounder and shinier. Webbing lines of different elemental energies forked along the hard shell, making her eyes water. Ember looked towards the creature, lips trembling with a victorious snarl.

"Where one fell, a hundred more await. Proceed, female. Do not pause until every last one of my eggs comes out of you."

Ember gave a sharp tug at first to feel the remainders of the clutch. It was a big mound of eggs frighteningly similar to the load she previously carried. It was a bit disheartening to know this lone egg hadn't helped her predicament at all, but perhaps it would have been too easy otherwise.

Ember closed her eyes and focused her attention on the pile of eggs. She clenched rhythmically, trying to single out an egg, just like before. The process took a lot longer than she expected, but it ultimately paid off. Another stray was knocked from the group and pushed through her lengthy birthing hole. The dragoness eagerly pushed it towards the exit. Like last time, her muscles burned with raw effort. Unlike the previous egg, this one was a little more stubborn. Ember clamped around it. Then, she shoved herself forward, adding extra momentum to her push. After that failed too, she squatted on her hind legs and jerked her tail as high as she could. She rammed her muscles down, time and time again, and the blazing egg still refused to budge.

Ember slammed her tail into the ground. The shifting weight not only brought her tail down, but her whole body joined a painful embrace with the stone she just victimized. Her hind legs collapsed first, followed by her stiff pregnant pussy. The contact with the cold stone was shocking, the growl only registering once her chest and forepaws too kissed the ground. Ember gritted her teeth, muffling her shameful moan between fangs that dripped with spite. She knew she had a love and hate relationship with the eggs ever since she took the creature's essence inside her, and right now she hated them. She hated how they stretched her apart, hated how they froze her muscles stiff from cunt to clit, and most of all loathed that little bastard that remained stuck in the hole.

Ember looked towards the creature, then back at her paws when she realized the creature was completely ignoring her. Maybe she was meant to do this alone, like other females. She heard painful stories about the males that witnessed the egg laying process. Added weight and pain made their mates absolutely vicious, striking back at everything that came near them during the first stages of the laying process. Ember understood them now. Her mating hole felt not only bulged, but hurt as if something crawled up and chilled her flaming core. With every throb, the sting increased, driving her on the edge of madness.

She curled around herself, tired and exhausted. The determination had all but evaporated when she realized she had not one, but a whole lot more eggs to pass. It seemed such an impossible task, to push them all out when even a single one could get stuck like that. Ember deceived herself with waiting. She believed it was just a brief rest to gather her strength, when in truth she was just running away from this one responsibility that was bestowed upon her. She was afraid, and for the right reason. If laying a few eggs hurt so much and exhausted her until her limbs trembled, then passing all of them was an impossible challenge.

Thoughts from the previous encounters passed through her mind. She was back in the creature's embrace, pleading with growls and touches to have her heat quenched. The creature offered her a choice, and she accepted the consequences of her actions, no matter how difficult it was to live with them. Ember's claws dug into the ground at the sudden revelation. She was wrong to moan so much about her eggs. She wanted this more than anything else, and the punishment matched the strength of her weakness. Ember was tempted to inflict some pain upon herself for being so cowardly stupid. She lifted her legs, placed two fingers around her tight mating hole, and hissed with desire when she realized how much she wanted to cum. The eggs have been keeping her on the edge for too long.

It was time to release them, but most of all, Ember wanted to just push the eggs out so she could just get the chance to plunge her tongue back into her cunt.

The female adopted the same, shaking pose. Wings flared, neck bent at an angle to get a good look of her own tail, and claws flexed for extra support.

She pushed down, hard. Her whole tunnel quaked under the might of that first throb. The pain cut through her muscles like a tidal wave, but Ember allowed it no more room to grow. She took a short breath, then clenched again. Fresh reserves of agony burst all over her privates, searing her slit and slamming even into her tailhole. She growled, licked her snout, and pushed again.

The egg budged. Ember kept clamping rapidly. She attacked the egg with all her might, no matter the cost. The egg rolled forth like a boulder down a steep slope. It shot towards her opening, slamming hard onto the tight barricade erected by her clenched folds.

Ember gave one last desperate push. Her tunnel widened around the egg's hard shell. She pushed it again, and the egg rolled through the opening, getting stuck exactly halfway out.

Ember roared in dismay. It was a mighty unlucky thing to stop just right there, where her shoves had no effect on the egg. The entirety of her strength came from her muscle-packed mating region. With the egg stuck inside the entrance, she was just giving it a good rub to keep it warm.

Ember slammed her tail onto the ground. It hurt a fair bit to abuse her tail like that, yet the vibrations had a rather noticeable effect on the egg, allowing it to slide forth just a bit more. Ember kept pounding the ground, crouching lower with each blow. She felt the egg give in little by little. Unfortunately, her muscles did the same. Freezing agony raged through her spine with every hit. Ember scrunched her eyes shut, blocking out the tears. The pain became so intense her vision blackened. Stars danced before her eyes along with broken streaks of many colors. Her head felt unreasonable light, and her limbs were about to give in under the tremendous strain.

She was going to lose every sense and control over her body, except the bloody egg. Ember was not about to let that happen. She was not weaker than whatever clutch the creature put inside her. So she gathered all her remaining vitality in one roar, and unleashed it at the same time as she lashed with her tail.

The ground trembled under the crackling blow. A rush of forking pain spread across the length of her tail. The first surge dispersed into the egg, while the second traveled right through her overworked pussy.

They both unleashed something greater than Ember ever anticipated. The first shocked her muscles enough to relinquish their grasp onto the egg. It fell on the ground with a wet, thumping sound.

Ember would have roared in victory if her throat wasn't thoroughly blocked by another overwhelming force as the surge exploded deep inside her packed cunt, causing her flesh to vibrate so hard that every bond between the eggs was completely shattered. The thick fluid that tied them together now rushed towards the ground along with a frightening number of eggs. Rushing eggs meant no pressure. No heavy pressure allowed for hard, pounding throbs.

Throbs which in turn led to unending orgasms. With her tunnel completely freed of any blockage, Ember became a slave to her instincts. All the time she spent lusting over her release coalesced into this one moment of complete freedom, when her muscles were finally allowed to spasm as they liked.

With a heavy, thundering spasm, Ember poured out her lust and agony, unleashing the two things that have been tormenting her the most: the eggs, and her own inner heat. They both fled in a rush out of her body, pushed by the overwhelming force created by the spasming motion. The whole clutch burst from her tailhole at the same time as her essence in long, continuous streams. Eggs fell on the ground one after the other, piling in a puddle just like the torrent of fresh, molten flame that fell upon them like a blanket of dazzling heat.

Ember fell on the ground from the raw might of her orgasm. Her pussy throbbed more ferociously than it ever did, unleashing every last drop that has been gathering inside her tunnel since the eggs blocked her inner chamber.

Free at least from the oppressive pressure, the female basked in the weak roars and the splashes coming out of her spasming cunt. The weak streams splashed onto the growing pile of eggs, warming them with fertile essence. Ember brought them all to her chest, curling around herself during this moment of extreme bliss. Her flesh seared. Everything felt unbearably hot, especially the inferno burning within her slit. Ember's claws flared and clawed inwards as her insides pumped spurt after spurt of thick, nurturing femcum.

For an overly tired body, the extreme pleasure had a frightening effect. Even during this moment of reckless abandon, Ember felt her strength quickly fading. A wave of darkness fell before her eyes. She blinked hard and fast, failing to disperse it. The harsh thumps of her heart and the splashing of her femcum rang into her mind along with the eggs that still came out of her.

Ember gritted her jaws, forcing herself to remain awake. She wanted to enjoy this just a bit more, but the overwhelming weakness had no room to argue. Her mind quickly blackened in the same manner as her sense of sight, and Ember gave a faint roar before control slipped from her grasp. That hot, terrifying pleasure and the hefty spurts of her warm essence splashing against the base of her tail were last things she felt before the darkness fully embraced her.

** ***The End*****

End note: So how was that for a change? Not something you read about everyday, eh? Wriggly tentacles putting their own fluids inside you while sucking your own. Seems this trade went quite a bit far for Ember who became the host of a clutch of elemental eggs. Does she have the right to complain about any of it? I'll let you guys be the judge of that.

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