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This story was written for Shakal as part of my patreon request days for March 2018. It contains sexual acts between a male and a host of lewd tentacles. :3

Handling the Situation

When Shakal had asked Anubis to provide him with a tentacle monster with which he could torment and tease Wepwawet, for some reason the panther had simply assumed that the monster in question would only care about fucking Wep. As a thick green tentacle oozed its way into his ass however, as another one filled his muzzle and a third began to stretch itself out, to elongate and thin itself down to a point where it could slip into the tip of the panther's thick cock like a living sounding rod, Shakal still wasn't overly concerned. He was blessed by Anubis himself after all, and while he couldn't simply unmake the creature like the jackal god could so easily have done, Shakal knew that he could deal with anything and everything this monstrous and incredibly pleasurable creature had to offer. In short, he was handling the situation.

"Mnnhh... aa-ahhh... fuck yes. Don't stop..."

After an hour, he was enjoying the hell out of himself. The tentacle buried deep in his ass was stimulating his prostate almost non-stop with its peristalsis-like throbbing, and the ooze it was injecting deep into Shakal's backside was making the panther hornier and hornier with each passing moment. He panted and gurgled as he held the tentacle that had until recently been buried down his throat against his face instead, moaning in pleasure as the thick, cum-like substance it had been urging him to drink down almost ceaselessly now sprayed out lewdly over his face. His body writhed. His toes curled. He howled in ecstasy as around the limits of the tentacle probing and sounding his own straining cock, trickles of thick white seed began to erupt forth yet again as Shakal started to cum. With his cock being stimulated from inside rather than out, the sensation was utterly incredible. So intense, so good, so much of it driving him to orgasm after orgasm every few minutes at least. Sure, Shakal still had no idea of how to stop the creature. He had no way of bringing an end to his stimulation and regaining control as the green tentacles filled the room, holding him utterly immobile off the ground with tendrils encircling his legs and torso as he was waved and tossed around like a toy. But for now at least that was fine by the panther. For now he had no desire whatsoever to even attempt to end things, indeed if the monster had tried he would have fought with all his being to make it continue. Still, he was handling the situation.

"Ah. Ah! Aaahhhhgod, mnnnhhhhhh! Mmmnnphh, hnnhgghh..."

The tentacle in his ass was getting bigger. Thicker. Stretching him wider open and fucking him harder, deeper with every stroke. His prostate was on fire, so sensitive, so overworked and yet still receptive, still eager for more and receiving what it craved in abundance. Shakal's maw meanwhile suckled hungrily on the tentacle currently buried within it, his whole body glistening, dripping with the tentacle creature's seed not from that particular tendril, but from half a dozen overs that were encircling him and raining down their thick ribbons of sweetly scented cum whenever he truly devoted himself to suckling upon and drinking down the offering of the one in his muzzle. As such, he couldn't remember the last time those tentacles hadn't been cumming over him. After all, if they weren't going to stop, why the hell would he?

It had to have been quite some time now. Another hour? Maybe more? Maybe quite a bit longer? At one point Shakal had thought he heard voices, maybe Xander or Salgrus hammering at the door of the room in which he was currently occupied. Now though a thick, woven layer of vines covered the entire wall, and if indeed there was any sound still being made from beyond, they muffled it into absolute silence. Shakal didn't care, of course. He had no desire to be rescued. No need to be rescued. Everything was fine, and each time his cock throbbed and spurted and his body thrashed around in pure ecstasy, it grew even more fine than before. When the time came, he'd get himself free. But for now, Shakal was exactly where he wanted to be. He was handling the situation.

"Ohhhhhhgodfuck! Fuckyessssssss, ah! Aaaaaaahhgodplease! Please, m-more! Cumming, I... I'm... yes! Yes! Oh god, f-fuck, yes!"

Two strong tentacles wrapped around Shakal's arms guided him rapidly up and down, bouncing him, flinging him up the length of the huge, trunk-like tentacle buried in his ass, then dragging him down onto it once again. Two more tentacles held his legs spread eagled, thinner vines wriggling between each and every one of his toes, teasing and stimulating at just the right level to actively avoid becoming ticklish while still driving him crazy. His cock throbbed and strained near constantly, painting his chest, his howling, bliss-stricken, gazed-eyed face with thick ribbons of glistening seed that bore the same sweet scent as the ooze from the plants. His balls had long since run dry, but that didn't matter. The tentacles were more than happy to provide, to loan him their seed as they pumped it copiously into him. After all, they knew that before long they would be getting it right back again.

Soon, Shakal suspected he really would need to do something about the tentacles. To free himself, and restrain them somehow. After all, he had things to do. He had dates to go on, a company to help oversee the running of, and of course a former god to torment with sexual frustrations far more potent and rife with torment than the rampant excess to which he was being subjected currently. It might have been a day. Even more in fact. So surely, after a little longer, Shakal would have to do the responsible thing and bring this situation to an end. Right now though, in that moment, in that very second, he wasn't quite ready to do so. For now, just as before, he was handling the situation.

"Mnnhhhhh..."

Shakal's eyes were heavy lidded and staring off into nothingness. His cock twitched and bounced, slapping against his belly as a constant torrent of thick white seed poured from it and rained down from his trembling, matted fur to the floor below where a carpet of thick tentacles writhed and absorbed every last drop. The tentacle buried in his ass pumped all the cum right back into the panther, his belly swollen slightly, though not nearly as much as his balls were as the seed was taken up by his body only to be expelled through his constantly, unceasingly spurting cock once again and rained down so that the whole cycle could resume anew. The tendril holding his muzzle wide open wasn't spurting and cumming in its own right any more, not unless Shakal needed some nutrition or hydration, but still the panther was suckling upon it, bobbing and working it lovingly, desperately with his tongue and lips.

He was still airborne, still held aloft by the tentacle creature, but no longer in motion. It had him strung up by the arms and legs like rainforest vines, wrapped around him and supporting him where he hung, quivering, squirming and bucking his hips. He was so overstimulated by now though that thrusting into his ass wasn't required, just the pulsating rhythm of the tentacle continually feeding cum into his ass more than sufficient to keep his prostate in a constant state of stimulation, and his cock, his mind, his whole body locked in constant orgasm.

It had been weeks. It had to have been weeks. And while Shakal's body wasn't the slightest bit tired or sore, he was so overwhelmed, so consumed by the constant pleasure of this hundreds of hours long orgasmic state that he could barely think. Could barely conceive of a way he would get himself out of these tentacles, if indeed he decided he wanted to do so.

Once again, Shakal gurgled and humped at the air as he came again, and again, and again. He felt the thick ribbons of his cum splattering over his chest and his face, moaning at the sensation of the cum drooling off his already matted, saturated fur. His toes curled. He moaned again, and again.

A few hours later... or, maybe minutes. Maybe seconds. Maybe days longer, he honestly couldn't tell much about any passage of time, or anything at all since the orgasms had started running together without the slightest break for his mind to recover. Regardless, some time later, he tried to think of a way out.

He used his brain to think of something other than sex. Other than being humped, being fucked, being claimed and used by these incredible tentacles. He tried to conceive of a way to make them stop, so he could free himself from their clutches.

He came again, and his mind almost lost track of what he'd been thinking about.

He came again, and again the idea of freeing himself suddenly seemed far less important.

He came a third time, then a fourth, and a fifth, and...

Oh dear.

Shakal's eyes widened as for a split-second he was granted clarity, before he came again, and his mind wanted nothing more than to be allowed to enjoy that orgasm... and the next, and the next.

It only lasted for a moment, but in that singular moment of time... Shakal honestly wasn't sure if he was handling the situation quite as well as he'd expected.

By Jeeves

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