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Hello and welcome gentle readers to another one of Heather The Half-Dragon's sex romps! She belongs to my darling dearest wife who lets (and enjoys) all the ways I molest her fucking adorable little character! I love tentacles. And if you're reading this, then you probably love tentacles too! This is a pretty vanilla tentacle story. And that is perhaps the strangest sentence I've ever written...

Without further ado...

Heather Finds Tentacles Part One

The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and Heather the half-dragon was walking barefoot down a trail through the woods. Her wings were a little tired and she wanted to enjoy the rustling leaves and the sunlight filtering through the greenery. Quite content, she relaxed to the soft sounds of nature around her. She was then taken completely by surprise when the ground fell away beneath her next step.

After tumbling forward she landed hard on her backside and nearly hit her head. The dragon-girl's butt stung with the indignity of it. The sinkhole was not deep, perhaps only seven or so feet. It would have been a simple task for her to climb back out however the ground fell away yet again. This time she fell into a large cavern. Fortunately though this meant she could spread her wings and land with a little more grace and poise, rather than on her ass. Still a short drop she could only flap twice to slow her fall.

"Son of a mother-fucking shit-gargler." She cursed colorfully as she let out a breath of relief. The curvy woman held a hand to her heart to relax its frantic beating. Sunlight fell in through the roof of the cavern which was now a good twenty feet above her. Light diffused and illuminated the grey stone walls in the distance. It was a sizable cavern. Irritably she found she had landed in a puddle of ankle-deep murky water. The cavern opened up to her right. She had in fact landed in the rocky shallows of an underground pond. Heather moved up onto the dry, mossy shore and made ready to leap out of the cavern. Something prodded her ankle though and she looked down to see what it was reflexively.

There was an alarmingly large tentacle covered in suction cups poking at her leg. Startled, Heather jumped back a step and nearly tripped over her own tail. Then the thing shot toward her with alarming speed and wrapped around her ankle. With tremendous strength it then lifted her into the air by it. Upside down, her black tank top fell almost to her chin. She shivered at the cold air that moved over her muscular stomach and felt a blush creep across her cheeks. The reason for her embarrassment was that she was wearing her girliest bra. A lacy pink affair that was both comfortable and dainty.

"Waaagh!" she cried as indignation and surprise flitted through her. She quickly tried to slash at it with claws that could cleave a grown man in half, but the thing was thick, rubbery, and just bounced back from her assault. Then she flailed and kicked and flapped her wings but succeeded in doing nothing other than make herself dizzy. More strange tentacles shot out of the darkness. They were all a deep blue, with occasional faint purple beneath the surface. They all started poking and probing at her, pulling at her skin and clothes with their suction cups.

"Hey! Put me the fuck down!" She tried slashing again but to no avail. Their prods were soft and exploring. They wrapped around her legs and arms, felt her fingers and toes. One in particular felt her exposed abdomen and found her skin particularly pleasing, so it slid down and found her bra, not particularly liking that it kept going until it found the skin of her breast and slid down into her bra to feel the skin there. All the tentacles were warm and a little bit slippery, but the oil trail left her skin feel fresh and almost tingly. As the curious tentacle found her nipple and started to caress that, the others followed suit and found places of their own to touch skin.

Soon Heather found herself almost being massaged by the things. That is, until one of them slid down her jeans, beneath the waistband of her matching pink panties, and touched the neon blue thatch of hair that guarded her sex. All the tentacles froze for a moment. She was quickly turned right side up, her wings, tail, and other limbs held in a firm but gentle grip. With precise and powerful tugs the tentacles removed most of her clothing. First her shirt was pulled over her head, momentarily blinding her as it tangled in her horns. A few of her bra's clasps snapped, leaving the garment loose enough for the creature to fondle her breasts freely. A pair of tentacles tugged and yanked at the waist of her jeans, pulling her pants down and off. Heather was left wearing only her demure pink underwear. Her delicate panties were almost transparent because of slime and wetness.

There she hung, trapped by tentacles with nothing but lingerie and ever so slowly they pulled her legs open. One large tentacle separated from the mass and started rubbing and exploring between her legs, leaving its trail of sticky, warming fluid. The others were not idle and continued to move across her skin. Rubbing and kneading the muscles beneath. She could not hold herself back any longer and moaned openly. She felt embarrassed and scared and not a little confused at all the sensations assaulting her, but it felt damn good. Two tentacles found her breasts again and wrapped around them, squeezing gently while their suckers grazed her areola and nipples. Her tail shivered as something wet and warm rubbed that appendage too.

But of it all she was a thousand times more aware of what the tentacle between her legs was doing. It had moved on from her nest of exotic pubic hair down to caress her inner thighs. Agonizingly slow it slid under her panties. The tip trailed up and down the lips to her sex, only slightly parting her labia. Heather was acutely away of each little suction cup. On an unheard signal the ones holding her legs spread her wider, exposing her slightly swollen pussy. The thick appendage smeared more and more of its natural juices across her nub and entrance. It rubbed up against her love button and she jolted as if electrocuted. Then it moved down and started sinking into her hot cunt.

"Oh gods..." Heather moaned, the suction cups providing a very unique sensation for her vulva and love tunnel. The tentacle twisted and churned Heather's insides as it explored only a few inches. The poor dragon girl felt she might be able to cum from the few suckers that stimulated her g-spot. But it was not to be as the tentacle seemed only to be exploring. It pulled out of her with a audibly wet pop. What it did do was wrap its tip around the crotch of her lacy panties and hold them slightly aside for the next tentacle that rose out of the pool of water.

This particular tentacle was almost as thick as her wrist, and covered in thick ridges. Clearly this was the creature's sex organ as it lacked suckers and was much smoother. The blunt tip went straight for her hole and wiggled its first ridge into her womanhood. Heather felt she was not really ready to be penetrated by such a large thing but on it went. It slid deeper and deeper, pushing her cuntlips apart and violating her sex until it could not go any farther. She felt every thick ring forced into her slippery insides. With its cock-tentacle embedded, the suckered tentacle let go of the pink panties, letting the fabric rub against the more phallic one. Heather squirmed and clenched around the invader, unable to close her legs. It drew out and slid back in, steadily setting a pace of pistoning flesh into her velvet folds. Slowly it started to build up speed, fucking her well lubed tunnel. Heather's pleasure slowly built. Although it was against her will, the tentacle felt nice. It was thick and the ridges rubbed her insides in all the right ways. It was not as fulfilling as having a nice warm body, but the tentacles were talented in their own way. Her breasts felt particularly good. The way the thick suckers pulled on her lovely melons was simply something else. The ridged tentacle in her sex picked up its pace, fucking her hard, fast. It squelched loudly, each ridge popping wetly in and out of dragon girl pussy. Heather was really starting to feel good. She was gyrating her hips, trying to get the phallus to make her cum. Then she saw a pulsing start in the thing between her legs and she squirmed all the harder. No, it could not cum yet... She felt something thick travel up it and into her and her eyes widened and her mouth opened as a flood of the creature's ropey seed was fucked into her pussy.

She felt it spray up inside her, filling her insides with the beast's cum. There was a lot of it, and she felt her chalice fill up with sticky mating fluid enough that it leaked out around the tentacle even as it kept cumming. The ridged one violating her cunt pressed uncomfortably against the back of her love tunnel, trying to cram as much flesh inside her as it could. All the tentacles shuddered and the one between her legs drew out of her sex with a moan from Heather and a copious amount of cum, obviously finished. Her soft pussy leaked warm seed into the crotch her pink panties. Generous handfuls of the stuff fell to the stone floor with wet plops as it oozed from the lacy fabric. She liked the feeling of being full, felt it in her belly and sex. But she had yet to orgasm. It was only fair after all. To her surprise, the tentacles lowered her gently to the mossy floor and retreated into the darkness, leaving the slightly miffed and messy Heather wanting more.

An idea popped into her head, a very horny, hormone driven idea that came from not having yet finished herself. She turned herself over onto her hands and knees. She held her tail up, pulled the crotch of her soiled panties aside, and slid two fingers between her pussy lips to spread herself. "Come on big boy, not done already are you?" She called into the darkness. With the delicate petals of her flower opened, her intimate pink insides were clear on display. A teardrop of tentacle cum and her own girly wetness collected into a gossamer teardrop on her exposed clit. The whole of her butt and a little under her tail was soaked with the fluids of their coitus.

The strange blue tentacles came back out. Heather watched them from between her legs and smiled. They coiled again up and around her legs and arms, leaving their sticky, pleasurable trails. Two wrapped around her tail this time and held it up as two of the phallus shaped tentacles headed towards her this time. The aqueous creature had multiple cock-tentacles, each capable of independent or simultaneous orgasm. One of them once again went for her dripping sex, taking time to rub the outer lips with more of the wonderful warming substance while the other started to rub her tailhole. Heather squirmed in protest at this to no avail.

"No! No! Get away from my butt! You can't fuck me there." The creature even had the discourtesy to bring up a third tentacle and slide it into her mouth, muffling her protests.

To Heather's great surprise, the thing tasted sweet! The texture was soft and pleasing to run her tongue over. The ridges had a lot more give than she thought. Very slowly it pulled in and out, letting her tongue lick and move with soft "Mmmms" over the tip. And she would not lie, the feeling of sucking on the phallic thing was oddly arousing even as the tentacle at her sex eagerly started to slide into her. Puffy vulva was stretched again. Her sex gripped the ridges harder than ever. Every thrust dragged a little of her inner labia out and back in again with delightful friction. At last the dragon girl had had enough and Heather simply grabbed one of the tentacles with suckers and shoved it against the top of her slit. She kept it there, even going so far as to slide it between her petals above the other one so it directly contacted her nub. Finally, the creature got the hint and used its handy suckers for the express purpose of giving her pleasure.

And what a pleasure it was. What felt like tiny and incredibly powerful mouths worked her clitoris. A trio teased around the edges, pulling on the sensitive hood and exposing the engorged love button. When the creature at last got right on target, a single sucker latching directly onto her little nerve bundle, Heather felt herself cum for the first time. Moaning around the tentacle cock in her mouth, the curvy dragon girl shook and her tail quivered as she tensed, feeling the sucker on her clit pull very hard indeed. Heather gushed her own feminine cum. The tentacle in her pussy increased its pace. Heather's fluids made her cunt so slippery it offered special friction for penetration. With great force the tentacle fucking her pussy very vigorously, came. The fresh load renewed the heat in Heather's pussy as the ropey fluid hit the back of her velvet sex with pressure. The spent tentacle was drawn back and replaced with another, the new one eagerly plunging into her cum-filled pussy for sloppy seconds. Because the sucker on her nub was a little too fervent in its pull, her clit became pumped with blood and hypersensitive. Had she been in control, Heather would have stopped, the stimulation so intense it verged into uncomfortable. But she was stuck with essentially a cock in her mouth, cunt, and one trying to fuck her ass and no way to stop them. So, eyes rolling, she came a second time, right on the heels of the first. Her hips bucked hard as she rode out the orgasm, pelvic muscles working the shaft in her taut snatch. The sucker was a little too zealous though, and lost its grip, leaving Heather's now sore nether regions to throb.

Shaking in the grip of the ones around her legs, she barely had the energy to focus on the one in her mouth and only lightly ran her tongue along its underside.

Against her will all the attention and the force of her climaxes made her tailhole relax enough for the tentacle there, rubbing in small circles so patiently to finally start sliding in past her tight ring of muscle. Heather tried bucking her hips side to side, trying to dislodge it, but that just made all the other places feel better. She felt so warm inside and was so taken by wave after wave of new sensations. The blunt head applied steady pressure until the first ridge popped in. Heather's cute little rosebud immediately tightened, gripping the thinner part of the tentacle. But it did not relent, the slippery thing pushed, forcing Heather's ass to open around the next ridge until it too popped in. The dragon girl jumped as each ridge penetrated her tailhole. The friction on her anal ring was intense. The thin barrier between her ass and pussy was rubbed both ways by the two ridged tentacles working her holes. At least a dozen ridges were pushed into her butt before the tentacle began the agonizing pull backward. It got back out to the last two before shoving back in. Every swell stimulated Heather's pucker deliciously. She was almost drooling around the phallus in her mouth.

She would never admit it, but Heather the half dragon was a slut for anal. She loved getting fucked in the ass almost more than having something in her sex. Of course it felt best with a little clitoral love, but she would take the ass reaming with great relish. She loved getting stretched by something thick. She loved getting molested by ridges and bumps and soft spines. She loved it fast and slow, just so long as it was in her butt. And just as she loved getting a good hard pounding up her backside, she loved feeling something cum in her butt even more. Nothing beat a good hot cock throbbing, shooting its load right under her tail. Even though nothing was on her nub anymore, the anal play made her climax yet again.

Heather's holes clamped and her inner muscles undulated around ridged blue flesh. The cock-tentacle seemed to be trying to be gentle, thrusting slowly. Heather's incredibly tight butt apparently felt too good though. The one in her ass sped up frantically, plunging fast and deep. It slid further and more energetically into her rear. It swelled with the creature's cum while the one in her sex fucked her hard and fast. The softly ridged and supple flesh of the thing pistioned in and out of her juicy cunt. The tentacle fucked her whole love tunnel, pulling its thrusts all the way to her entrance before pushing hard all the way to the end. They rocked Heather's body from head to tail as the one in her mouth too thrust deeper, tickling Heather's throat.

And together, they came.

Her throat, her pussy, her ass, all her orifices worked and clenched and milked each tentacle for all it was worth. Her luscious lips sucked and pulled while her pussy constricted and her greedy butt eagerly took every drop of cum pumped into it by throbbing tentacle tool. The tentacle creature's cum had a lot of force behind it, and it coated her insides with hot sticky mess. She quivered with the fervor of their orgasms. Her stomach, cunt, and bowels filled with thick fluid. Every cock-tentacle not occupied by a hole came too, squirting their hot, sweet jizz all over the hapless girl. Her butt and wings got particular attention.

Having had emptied itself fully in and on Heather, the still hidden creature pulled back its appendages both suckered and phallic. Half-naked, shuddering, and covered in cum, Heather taunted the creature. Viscous fluid leaked from her back holes and oozed through the fabric of her lacy panties and down her thighs.

"What? Is that it?" She halfheartedly raised her tail and gave her curvy backside a seductive wiggle.

A single tentacle whipped out of the pool of water and gave her ass a firm slap. The sharp smack echoed through the cave and the creature disappeared for good this time. Heather's head shot up at the unexpected sting. Getting off her hands and knees, the dragon girl felt the contents of her sex, bottom, and tummy slosh a little. With a disgruntled huff she peeled off her dirty undergarments. The pink bra was just about ruined with most of the clasps broken and Heather tossed it aside.

"Yeesh." She stated as she discarded her very soiled underwear on top of the matching bra. She tried to clean the cum off and out of herself with water from one of the small pools with only moderate success. At least her shirt and pants remained dry and going commando was better than going naked. Heather grumbled to herself as she pulled her clothes back on.

"Ugh. Damn tentacle monster things. Don't even have the courtesy to buy a girl dinner first. Are some flowers really out of the question? Always just fuck and then leave. Don't clean up their messes. Never replace the clothes they ruin. Never call. Never have cell phones to call.

"And this is the third time this week!"

With a snooty toss of her head and an indignant "Hmph," for good measure, Heather flapped her wings and jumped out of the cave. After the dust of her passage settled, a pair of sneaky tentacles darted out of the water and dragged her abandoned lingerie into the pool with mischievous mirth.

Stay tuned for many more exciting sexual adventures of Heather The Half-Dragon! For all you true deviants out there, part two will have many more... niche fetishes. How fun!