Dawn of a New Age: Destruction
#4 of Dawn of a New Age
Yep, I'm posting again. :3
The moment the portal snapped shut, I was roughly snatched from the air. A dozen or so long, slimy, and STRONG things wrapped around my body. They entwined my already bound limbs, causing me to yelp in pain as they attempted to move them only to nearly cut the blood flow from my paws. In mere seconds I was entangled in them, their owners twisting me about in the pitch blackness until I almost wasn't sure what was up anymore. Helpless as I was, reduced to animalistic protests with my muzzle still forced wide, I focused on remaining calm. Panic would not serve me. If I was to be eaten, all crying would yield would be the joy of my tormentors. If their twisted ideas of torture held true, that was not the case.
This thing was going to rape me. Or...things, based on the tiger's gloating. I couldn't see. Through my fur, some of what held me felt smooth, others bumpy, still others ridged. In the brief span of time I had, nothing in my knowledge fit with what was assailing me. A demonic creature, perhaps? More of their tendrils began exploring me, as if trying to understand what I was. It felt like minutes ticked on, the powerful things wrapping themselves around my breasts, poking at my belly button, sliding along my muzzle. In an effort to ignore their exploration and my own burning need, I tried forcing a meditative state so I could better survive what lay ahead.
It didn't work.
No warning was given before one of the smooth ones stuffed itself into my mouth. It was cool and clammy, forcing its way deep and almost effortlessly piercing into my throat. The taste was...strange. It overwhelmed the taste of semen in my mouth, replacing it with a slightly sweet, slightly bitter substance. Though I knew I would not gag, my need to swallow shocked me. I could feel something leaking from the tip lodged in my esophagus, a warmth that revealed the tendril for the reproductive organ it was. It stayed still for a bit, making me swallow regardless of my wishes, each motion bringing it deeper into my body.
The ones on my breasts squeezed rhythmically, my milk flowing readily as my body shook in pleasure. While I was focused on the thing invading my gullet, my spurting nipples drew unwelcome attention. What felt like mouths closed tightly over each one, slurping all over my painfully erect nipples and gulping down my creamy offerings. The intense suction set me off, my bound body thrashing in orgasm but unable to scream. The increase in the flow egged the suckers on, draining me as best they could and driving the orgasm on and on. They hadn't even touched my lower half yet, and already I was being overwhelmed!
My fur was quickly growing matted and sticky with the slime they were coated in. Everywhere it soaked through I could feel my skin tingling, my still spasming body growing ever more eager for their touch. My womb cried out for seed, the trickle of pre into my stomach making it growl for more. My heated juices soaked my thighs and down to my tailhole before running along my tail, finally dripping off me once I was sufficiently drenched. Like before, the runes on my belly began to glow with my need. As the brightness increased, my surroundings became visible even as my mind fogged over in crippling desire.
Though I could not tell their true colors in the purple light, the shape of what was impaling my throat became clear. A long, snaking tentacle protruded from my muzzle, extending from where it was still burrowing into my throat, up and over my muzzle and down into the darkness. No body was visible. However, it was what lay all around it that made my heart skip a beat. More of them. So many more. In the glow I could see dozens visible. Below me, before me, and to each side I could see them all wiggling and glistening, eager for their turn. Near the edge of the glow I swore I could see even more writhing around. Hundreds...
Before I could even process this new horror, one of them out of sight finally pierced into my pussy. Rough bumps and ridges ran along the stretching flesh of my passage, the slowly fading boobgasm turning into a mind blowing release. The tentacle stretched me wide, pressing onwards whether I was ready for it or not, quickly bumping into my cervix. I could feel it prodding at the tight ring, teasing and stretching it to gain access as I writhed in pleasurable torment. It wasn't long at all before my body opened up, the tentacle pushing forward just slightly before stopping dead still. Still in the throes of bliss, my mind was torn between my conscious desire for it to stop and my instinctive desire for it to never leave.
Filling with far more unhappiness than I would have liked, I felt the tentacle swiftly exit. The relief was short lived, however, when I felt another tentacle take its place. It felt broader and smoother than the other, quickly pushing into my gaping pussy. The tip seemed to wink open and closed inside me, the odd sensation not helping my body's reaction in the least. When it reached my cervix, it closed again, pushing the tip towards the entrance to my womb. With only token resistance, the barrier to my womb opened up yet again to allow the intruder within its confines.
There was a strange feeling in my womb. Soft at first, followed by rippling in the tentacle starting at the tip and heading outwards. My heat made thought difficult, but I wanted to know what was being done to me. The feeling was subtle, but there. I was getting lighter. My belly was feeling less overstuffed. It was...drinking from me? Draining the seed I'd been stuffed with for the last day? My happiness was short lived until I realized it was merely following the same biological directive most males did: Rid the female of rival seed, then fill her with your own to ensure she carries your young.
Before long, I felt more prodding at my pussy. Two other tentacles wanted entrance. When the first did not move, they began trying to force their way in. Already stretched, I could only whine past the tentacle still feeding me pre as they slowly split me further open. Far from painful, to my horror it felt...wonderful. Like I was made to take so much. The two newcomers, broad like the other, joined their brother in my womb, my cervix stretched wide like I was giving birth in reverse. The draining feeling increased, the trio seeking to expel the seed the demons that sent me here had crammed inside me. Were they eating it?
The pleasurable sensations kept me on edge even after my orgasm faded a bit, ready to tip over into another explosion at any moment. Making matters worse, with every drop of seed they pulled from my womb, my desire to be filled increased exponentially. It was already hard to fight it, but the hunger for cum, the desire to be filled, the primal NEED to be impregnated was growing all consuming. My hips bucked on their own, trying to entice any of the tentacles to begin replacing the stolen sperm. ...stolen? Oh, goddess...!
The first tentacle removed itself, followed soon after by the other two. I felt perhaps half as heavy as before, but still plenty full of cum. My body's shameful display of need continued, my puffy lower lips displaying my readiness as my pheromone laden juices continued to drench my nethers. For a moment my heart lept in joy when I felt more tentacles touch them, only to find it was another trio of the broad tentacles. Against my will I moaned in disappointment, only to have my orgasm rekindled by their rough penetration. How many times was that? I had lost count. We'd barely started, and already I was losing the will to resist.
By the time I had been completely emptied, most rational thought had been driven from my mind. Aside from the embedded embryos, I was empty. My womb had been drained of the cum it desired, nothing there to sate its unbearable needs. Were I free, I had no illusions I wouldn't have tried to rape the tentacles like they were doing to me. The inferno in my loins was more painful than any wound! I wanted, needed to be filled! Without cum, it felt like I might just go into shock!
The ridged tentacle from before returned, stuffing itself straight up into my open and greedy womb. It was...a glorious feeling! It thrilled and terrified me, every thrust seeming to pierce my mind, fucking away my resistance and replacing it with blissful acceptance. By body shuddered in orgasm after orgasm, lightning coursing through me with every brush of my clit or tease of my cervix. Each protrusion sent me higher, rubbing and kneading along my clenching pussy to keep every nerve ending aflame. When my bindings were broken I didn't know, but soon my entire body was flailing in pure joy, the tentacles holding me tightly not impeding my expressions of bliss.
Before long I felt pressure against my backside. My tail hole opened up for the tentacle, the slickness mixing with my own juices to let it enter effortlessly. The tightness in my pussy increased, the double stuffing intensifying every twitch. The tentacle in my throat finally joined in, my swallowing having brought the tip down into my chest cavity by now. In and out, in and out they went, striking up an irregular rhythm that kept changing what was filled when. Unable to adjust or join in, I could only take it as they pounded away at me. Though my breasts had run dry, the suckers just kept going, little mouths inside them nipping at me while tongues slathered all about. Eager tentacles touched and poked me all about, teasing my body in what I could only describe as the most horrifyingly wonderful, or wonderfully horrifying, feeling I'd ever experienced.
My consciousness seemed to detach itself at some point. I felt like I was floating above myself, my body drowning in its debasement and the promise of eternal bliss eating at the edges of my sense of self. It was strange, experiencing it as if it was happening to someone else, but also feeling it happen to me. Like a dream you don't realize is a dream, I had no control. I would not wake from this nightmare anytime soon. Little whispers ate at me, calling me to them, but I dared not listen for fear of succumbing completely.
Snatching a pair of tentacles from around me, my paws held them tight as I rode my pleasure before wantonly stroking them. I could feel the slime running in and around my fingers, slicking the short fur and soaking into the calloused pads. The slick sound of their stroking joined in with what moans of mine made it past the phallic invader burrowing towards my stomach, wet squelching from all three violated orifices dominating their frenzied rutting. One release led to another, each one shattering a little more of my tiny sanctuary while feeding my body's demands for cum. The heat of their pre grew, the tentacles themselves starting to shake, part of me dreading what I knew would come next but much of me welcoming it with every bit of enthusiasm it could muster.
The sigils on my belly grew brighter and brighter, allowing me to see an almost constant series of bulges rippling through the tentacle in my muzzle. Each tentacle was easily a match for the wolf's impossible thickness, yet the bulges swelled even that out to many times that size. My womb and stomach lept for joy at the sight, knowing their desires would be met in moments. The bulges raced towards me, my fate as their breeder moving with them. Even if I possessed the strength or control to try, at this stage nothing could have stopped them.
I felt my pussy stretch wide for its first load before any other. Though the cum was forced to take a little more time getting into me, the pressure still tripled the size of the phallus firmly lodged in my defenseless womb. The stretching from the trios that had drained me helped me to accommodate it, but the sensation was unbelievable. I could only scream and howl as I felt the scalding cum fire against the walls of my uterus in high pressure jets, each one growing harder and in greater volume as the bulges behind the first caught up. The tentacle in my muzzle swelled to fill the space left by my scream, the heat against my tongue letting me feel the thick sludge of their seminal fluids gushing down my throat. At the same moment, I felt the one in my tailhole expand as well, heavy jets of cum firing far deeper into my bowels than I thought possible.
My sanctuary dissolved around me, the cascade of pure lust and pleasure assaulting my very being. My past, my future, my present...all of it fell away as I became like my current rapists. My animal self completely subsumed my consciousness, giving in to the seemingly endless waves of orgiastic delight. I grew heavier with every spurt, my stomach singing praises to the heady meal being given from both ends, my womb gladly accepting every potent drop fed into my hyperactive ovaries. It was mere moments before I felt my breasts fill again, the suckers continuing their feast. Despite the draining, my breasts swelled, their production far more than could be slurped down. At some point a new tentacle had taken its place between them, enjoying the heavy, firm, and warm expanse of my cleavage.
The warmth burrowing its way into my fur, soaking every square inch of my body, weighing me down in paste-like goo, was the cum I had coaxed from the pair in my paws. The tips moved about, ensuring I was all but encased in their fertile slime. All sound died when they rubbed against my ears, thick globs of their cum spurting into them and setting like resin. My vision was taken next, my eyes welded shut in a deluge of more of that thick gunk. I couldn't even manage to resist when they pressed their tips to my nose, firing huge wads of it into my nasal cavities. Their already overwhelming musk became my entire world, my sensitive nose working against me as their cum became my entire world. I could feel it... I could feel each little sperm wiggling against my skin, within my stomach, moving into my fallopian tubes... Even inside my face. They were everywhere. Hunting for my eggs.
When at last their orgasm ended, I barely registered it. I felt so heavy. So full. So...wonderful. But it was not the end. No. It was barely even the beginning. The tentacles inside me pulled out quickly, only to be replaced just as fast. New, even more eager tentacles began fucking deep into my body, aided by the copious lubrication. Even the suckers on my breasts were replaced, new tentacles taking up residence between by breasts and in my paws. Even as I felt my eggs spilling out into the sperm rich batter already tainting my inner sanctum, I was quickly being readied to take more. I could feel countless tentacles writhing around me, rubbing the cum into my fur to ensure I was completely and utterly soaked from head to tail. Each one seemed as eager as the ones plowing me, ready to pump their own brood inside me again and again. There was no denying how thrilled I was at that prospect. I no longer cared about anything at all save one as I lost all sense of time. I would be their brood mother. I would take all their lusts, eagerly and with pride, and bear their young for them. Again and again and again...