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This vignette was written for Shakal as part of my Patreon request days for the month of February 2019. It contains M/M sex between multiple consenting adults, magic use, tentacle based lewdness in abundance, and orgasm denial! :3

Taladar's Teasing Tentacles

"Holy shit, I did it!"

Bryan gasped as the library door popped open, the magical charm around the lock fading to darkness as the glow around the lithe otter's hands did the same. He grinned over his shoulder to where Trey, Richard and Jiang were standing some distance back, and flipped them off with a flourish of his hands, conjuring a magically enlarged and glowing illusion of his own raised middle finger at them for their lack of faith in his ability to deactivate the alarm spell. They looked at one another, half expecting a secondary alarm to go off and freeze Bryan in a magical bubble of stasis magic at any moment, but to their shock the otter soon walked backwards through the library door, still flipping them off, and disappeared from view without any ill effects.

The zebra, tiger and red panda followed Bryan into the darkened library, though they had barely been beyond the door for ten seconds when Richard waved his hands, small bursts of dazzling illumination launched from each of his fingertips and lit up the lanterns hanging on the walls and from the ceiling with magically glowing orbs of light. Carefully, moving quietly to catch up with Bryan but still not speaking even as they fell into step behind him, the four moved through the stacks of arcane tomes which had served them well over the last three years of their studies here. Now though they were coming to the end of their time at Syren university, and with only a few months to go they wanted to ensure that they had a leg up on the competition heading into their practical examinations. An advantage which one could only acquire by one of two methods. First of all by being in the advanced classes which legitimately could gain access to more advanced and eldritch spells... and second, their chosen method since frankly none of them were smart enough to have qualified for those specialist classes, to break into the library after hours, enter the restricted section, and to memorise a few forbidden spells each which they could whip out successfully as a surprise and put themselves up ahead of all the other students not smart enough to take the initiative in that regard.

"There. Over there. The big book with the orgy imprinted on the binding. No, the other one with the orgy imprinted on the... no, not that one either. Oh, move over, let me!"

Jiang gently pushed Bryan out of the way and took the lead of the group, knowing exactly which book he wanted to work from. A few weeks ago he'd acted as a test subject for one of the advanced classes, standing in as a spell target while they practised some of their restricted magicks. Needless to say, it had been a mind-bendingly pleasurable experience, even by the university's normal standards. He hadn't just cum longer and harder than by any magic which any of his friends and lovers had been able to use on him over the last three and a half years, but for days afterwards he had found himself thrown into spontaneous orgasmic aftershocks as a result of the sheer power of that spell's lingering magic. Yes, he wanted to be able to do that to others. But quite honestly, Jiang primarily wanted to learn that specific spell so that he could cast it on himself. And given the other spells which he had seen cast from that same book, he had no doubt there would be sensual, impossibly erotic delights within its other pages to excite all his friends too.

He reached out towards one heavy shelf, grabbed the book by its bindings, and...

"Wait!"

A second too late, Trey cried out. Everyone winced, expecting to see Jiang blasted back across the room or bound in ropes or at the very least setting off a secondary alarm. Almost more shocking than if any of those things had happened though, was the fact that they didn't. The orgiastic figures etched into the cover of the book began to writhe and hump, but beyond that there was no ill effects of any kind, and as Jiang lifted the heavy tome off the shelf and clutched it close to his robed chest, he raised his eyebrows playfully at the zebra.

"You were saying?"

With a grin as Trey snorted and shrugged in embarrassment, the red panda carried the book over to a large table nearby. The four men cleared away some chairs so they could all stand before the book, side by side by side by side, and with Jiang setting it down centrally before them, it was left to Trey to actually reach out and sweep the book open.

The cover separated from the first page as it was lifted by the zebra's touch. A crackle of magical electricity shot through the air, setting all four students' fur on end, and they looked at one another in shock and worry, knowing exactly what that sensation meant. This book had a binding seal on it, and if they didn't speak the key-phrase to de-activate it...

Before any of them could even try to say anything though, the book swept out of Trey's grasp and rose up, floating several inches off the table. It sprang open, paging rippling as it fluttered and flipped its way to its central page. Rather than any writing or images of runic incantations inhabiting the paper though, there was just an inky void rippling like a portal on the paper's surface. And again before any of the four men could react, before they could try to cast spells of their own, to warn or blame one another, or simply to flee, thick, black, glistening ooze dripping tentacles erupted forth from the void at the centre of the book, and swept beneath robes to bind arms and legs, and to attack the students not with overt punishment or pain, but with that which Syren university specialised in teaching first and foremost.

Pleasure.

"O-ohhhhhgodd_mnnhhhphhhhh_!"

The red panda squealed in ecstasy as a slick, slippery tentacle delved up his robes, swept with ease into the interior of his underwear, and pressed first its tip, then an inch, and all of a sudden what felt like a full foot of its slippery, warm, throbbing length into Jiang's ever-eager ass. He felt himself being lifted off the ground by the tentacles as yet more joined in, but before he could even finish his first cry of ecstasy, never mind consider anything more, an equally thick tentacle stuffed itself into his muzzle and began to pour glistening, syrupy ooze down his throat in thick, cum-like spurts. Held upside down the red panda could only gurgle and whimper as he felt his robes being teased off him, torn clean off until he was stark naked with his rapidly hardening cock throbbing as the tentacles in both ass and muzzle began to hump and fuck him hard while continuing to flood him with rich ooze from both ends. He watched through bulging eyes as the same happened to each of his classmates, lifted, fucked and stripped, and though he and the others all knew that they should have been worried in that moment... it quite honestly felt far, far too good for any of them to care.

Trey snorted, huffed and bellowed in muffled rapture as the more of that syrupy ooze that ran down his throat, the hotter and hornier he felt. Not one but two thick tentacles were filling his ass and alternating as they pumped in and out ensuring that he was always stimulated and stuffed to his deepest depths. At the same time another tentacle wrapped itself around his cock, not just squeezing it at the base or at any singular point of its length, but circling around and around the thick equine shaft until it was entirely contained in convulsing, squeezing coils of slippery yet tightly squeezing perfection.

As for the tiger and the otter, the one thing they had managed to do before the tentacles struck out at all of them was turn and grab one another tightly in a protective embrace. To their mingled relief and horror though, while the tentacles did not attempt to separate them, their contact did nothing to dissuade the magical forces from driving them every bit as wild as their companions. Oozing, goo-spurting tentacles filled their backsides and wrapped around their balls as their cocks rubbed together and dribbled pre-cum over one another's bellies. More tentacles wrapped around their bodies, not just binding their arms and legs like the others, but locking them together even without their fierce embrace. They even managed to prevent the tentacles from invading their muzzles by locking their lips together in a deep and wild kiss, but all that really achieved was ensuring that their assholes were filled with a double, perhaps even a triple dose of that same syrupy substance, its presence against their intimate flesh having the same effect as if it had been swallowed directly. With each passing moment their pleasure seemed to double, then double again, over and over until in less than a minute all four of the student wizards were writhing, screaming, and approaching the very brink of cumming. It felt so good that not only could they not resist, they had no desire to. It didn't matter if they were going to be caught like this. It didn't matter if they were going to be chided, punished, perhaps even suspended for their blatant disregard for university regulations regarding attempted access to restricted magicks. None of that mattered in those perfect moments, so long as the pleasure kept on building until finally they were unable to hold back, and their bodies began to...

Eyes bulged, muzzles hung open, bodies tensed and writhed in absolute certainty of what was going to follow a split-second later... and then, to their horror, it was like a switch was flipped, and all of a sudden they were right back at the start. It wasn't a time loop, they were still being fucked and bound by the tentacles just as hard, their asses were still full of slippery tendril and oozing magical seed, and their cocks were still rock hard and drooling liberally. But, while they were as horny as ever, and more desperate still as their bodies felt the unmistakable anguish of orgasmic denial, their pleasure was back to the same comparably low level it had been at when the tentacles first slipped into them, and was starting to rise all over again like their approach to orgasm had never actually happened.

Helplessly bound, there was of course nothing that the four could do but whimper, groan, cry out in renewed ecstasy, and let the sensation build again. They thrashed, bucked, grunted, begged wordlessly, and howled in rapture as once again orgasm came within a hair's breadth of consuming them all... only for all of them to find themselves right back to square one yet again, only more desperate, more horny than ever, like someone was perfectly edging them in spite of their frenzied pleas to be permitted release.

The tentacles never stopped. Never slowed. Their bodies got hornier and hornier, and as they did so the time it took to push them back to the peak of orgasm was rendered shorter and shorter. But no matter how desperate their bodies were and no matter how certain they felt that they couldn't possibly not cum given how good it felt, the tentacles' magic denied them over and over and over again. They begged. They screamed. They swore in muffled cries and silent, inward pleas with complete sincerity to never break the rules again just so long as they were allowed to cum just once, but their begging went unanswered not just for another failed orgasm, or another after that, or even an hour, or two of the same pleasure until each cycle, each rise to an orgasm that never happened only took a matter of seconds, but the whole night long.

Only in the morning, when the librarian himself arrived to open up the library and found its door already wide open, were they saved from this blissful hell in which they had trapped themselves. The burly bear padded over to them, chuckling and groping at the front of his own robes as he watched them scream and beg, pre-cum dribbling from their cocks far more liberally than any normal person's orgasmic release but offering them not the slightest bit of relief, not even draining the pressure from their large, swollen balls. He stood beside the table over which the book and its captives were floating, watching, fumbling with his own sizeable cock through the fabric of his robe until a darker wet spot began to appear in its material, and only then did he act.

He snapped his fingers.

The book slammed shut.

The tentacles vanished, erupting into brief puffs of smoke as though they had only ever been illusions, and just a few seconds after he watched the foursome of intruders tumble to the floor, only to whimper, to tremble, to grope desperately at their crotches and look up at him with wild eyed pleas, he heard one of the four... then soon all of them, begging to him as they grabbed at their cocks and began to stroke, to jerk themselves in a frenzy, only to feel the same tormenting denial continuing at their own paws' behest.

"M-Mr Taladar, please... o-ohhh god, please... w-we'll do anything. We'll... ooh m-my god, anything, I swear, just... please, please let us cum!"

They all made the same pleas, and they all made the same promises as they did so.

Anything.

They would do anything for him.

The bear smiled.

It had been months since the books in the vast library of the university had been de-shelved so that the shelves and books could be dusted. Far longer since they'd had it done manually, rather than with magic.

But now, now it seemed as though he had some volunteers. Willing, eager volunteers. And in exchange for their assistance, all he had to do was restore unto them what his security measures, what his teasing tentacles had snatched away.

For a second time in the space of a couple of minutes, the bear snapped his fingers. All four pairs of the young men's eyes bulged, and as their cocks began to twitch, to spasm and to unleash not just streaks of cum, but vast, thick torrents as though their bodies were trying to process not just one, but every orgasm they had each been denied throughout that entire night, they screamed in rapture. They bellowed, roared, squealed and cried out in ecstasy, in gratitude, and in savage, passionate adoration, and they flung themselves at their dear friends, the only ones who could possibly understand what they were feeling in that moment, for comfort and aid in their relief.

"Yes! Yessssss!"

Trey whinnied as Jiang tackled him to the ground, straddled the zebra and drove his ass down hard around the equine male's already cumming cock.

"D-don't stop... ohhhh god don't ever... ever s-sta-aahhhhyesssss, Bryan!!"

Richard howled in elation as the lithe twink of an otter lay astride him and began to hump, grinding, frotting their spurting cocks together as they embraced tightly anew, rolling over as they moaned and kissed, wrestling, whimpering, painting one another with unceasing streaks of hot, thick cum.

And as he watched the four men cum, and cum, and cum, due almost eight hours of orgasmic rapture and just beginning the first few minutes of that long awaited bliss, Taladar simply gestured with the fingers of one hand, and slid the huge, forbidden tome across the table towards him. He picked it up, chuckled as he glanced at the cover to confirm which book it was, and caressed the spine as he leaned in close, whispering to the dense volume.

"Cum for me."

The bodies on the spine of the book writhed, thrashed, each individually inscribed face contorting with ecstasy, and as their backs collectively arched, the leather of the book seemed to stretch with them, pulling the book harmlessly open as it did so.

"Now, let's see... how to pass the time for eight hours while I wait for these four to be ready to start their new duties..."

The bear murmured as he flipped from page to page with one hand while incanting with the other, magical runes flickering briefly in the air, one causing his clothes to disappear, a second to conjure a glowing phantom muzzle that began to bob up and down on his long, thick cock, and a third causing the library door to slam shut, a sign materialising upon the woodwork which read in large, simple lettering...

'Closed for Renovations until tomorrow AM. ~ Professor Taladar Frotford, Head Librarian.'

Finally though he found the page he was looking for, glanced over the spell in question upon it, and grinned lustily.

"Although, since I have such willing volunteers... and since they did say they'd do anything for me..."

His eyes and hands began to crackle with magic, and as Taladar began to read from the restricted spellbook, the wording on his freshly created sign shifted slightly on the far side of the door, just as a soundproofing charm erected itself around the frame.

'Closed for Major Renovations until further notice. ~ Professor Taladar Frotford, Head Librarian.'

By Jeeves

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