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As the day ends, the sun begins to set. Rick soon arrives to drop Shyra back at her home. The two of them didn't say anything other than the usual. Have a nice night and follow it with encouraging words to motivate her to figure out something for the event's start.

While it may seem like a simple challenge, anyone, even a mere apprentice, should be able to do it. But for Shyra to have a chance to move on, not to mention to make Roderick pay for her prank, her clothing is now wet from the water Roderick dumped on her during class. Usually, she wouldn't mind such childish behavior, but the fact that she was wearing a white shirt that someone could see through was embarrassing.

Shyra wishes she could summon something to make Rodrick feel what she feels or use a simple fire spell to burn her clothing off-well, burn all except her underwear and bra because that would be too on the nose. At the same time, though, she would be no better than Rodrick, and all that would do is cause another scene that Shyra can avoid.

She takes a deep breath before walking up to the door of her home. It's nothing extraordinary- a basic house made from a combination of marble and sandstone, with a roof made with the finest wood of the century, at least—that's what her father said.

After a deep breath, Shyra looks under the welcoming mat and finds a key with her name. Memories of all the things her parents would teach her. Her favorite was when her father showed off a spell that caught her mother's eyes. Who knew that a human would be able to learn a transformation spell to give themselves a more dragon-like appearance? The fact is that it is only temporary, but her mother doesn't care, and neither does Shyra. This whole conversation does lead Shyra to hear stories about her parents' love life before having her, which is a TMI for Shyra, and she doesn't want to hear about it. She's twenty-one years old and a college senior, but there are things she doesn't mind hearing about and things she doesn't want to hear about. Hearing her father and mother telling each other, “Remember the day when you cast a spell that you didn't know about."Her mother would blush with a complex red coloration despite being a powered, blue-colored dragon. Those words and her mother's reaction are enough for Shyra to move somewhere else and not hear about it. She would not mind it if her mother didn't mind it, which she assumes she does care about.

Deep down, though, she is curious to know what spell she cast that was so embarrassing that her mother even playfully threatened her father that if he ever mentions it to her, she'll hunt him down. She finds it amusing that her father takes her threats seriously, but knowing her mother and their dragon kind are known for those playful threats. She guessed that her father missed the memo or doesn't know dragons as much as Shyras' father thinks he does. But that's why she loves her family and wants nothing to change.

She soon snapped back from her trip down memory lane. She unlocked the door and shouted, “I'm home!" hoping to get an answer.

She soon replied, “In the kitchen, honey, make yourself at home."

“Will do, indeed."She said this to herself as she went upstairs to change her wet clothes.

She soon makes it to her room and opens the door to see exactly how she left it three years ago. The day she went to live on campus was hard for her. But thanks to her father and boyfriend, Rick, she took the opportunity and hasn't looked back since that day.

Her walls are still painted blue and yellowish red, like her favorite dragon actress scale colors, not to mention the sighed poster by Ying Renolie herself that's hanging on the wall.

Her desk with all the potions she made during high school is to the left of the poster. All are labeled with her name, even though they technically already have names, but it was a massive moment for Shyra. The yellow potion she made accidentally made the clothes she was wearing disappear; the good news about that one was that no one was home, and Rick helped her find a counter to it, which was the red potion next to the yellow one. The blue potion allowed her to hear others' thoughts, which, in comparison, was worse than the Clothing Removal. The green potion was a gift from Rick at graduation. Her father thought it was an energy drink, and all she could hear from him at night was how he couldn't stop cumming. That was something Shyra didn't need to hear, but it was funny to her deep down.

Soon, Shyra returned the potions to the desk and looked at her clean bed. She put her hands on it and could feel its pleasant warmth. Tears started to form in her eyes; even after she left, she still remembered how she liked how warm those blankets would be to her.

After a good minute, Shyra turned towards her dresser to see what she could wear for the next three days. The outfit she chose would be more suitable for the next two days, but she would wear it for three days because, as her parents' only child, she usually spent some time with her mother and father on that day.

But for Shyra, she does everything possible to spend time with her parents.

As the sun sets, Shyra and her parents are eating dinner and having a blast from the many conversations about all the times they've had over the years.

"So then, I said, 'Gee, it was nice of you to drop in,'" Shyras' father finished, as both she and her mother laughed. "Okay"

"Yeah, okay, my turn."Shyras' mother took a quick drink. “My favorite moment is when we first met."

"Mom," interrupted Shyra, “ You know how I feel about that whole meeting?"

"That would be the second time we met up, and that time, I remembered getting a spell book to spice things up a bit between the two of us."

Her mother blushed a bit, knowing what he was talking about, and responded in a light-toned voice, “If you ever finish that or tell anyone, you better know how to sleep with both of your eyes open."

Shyras' father raises his hands and states, “Trust me, the last thing I want to deal with is an angry wife. Especially if your spouse is a dragon."

"It sounds like you've already done it a few times before, “ said Shyra as she pointed at her mother, who smiled a bit, knowing who she was talking about. Her father sat there, speechless.

He soon leans over and says, “Well played, Shyra, well played."

Shyras' mother laughs and soon turns to Shyra, “Speaking of which, do you have a plan for the Magician Competition? Dazzling spells, potions, a little bit of both?"

There was a moment of silence, as Shyra didn't know how to answer the question. But she didn't want to leave her mother hanging, so she needed to answer soon.

"I'm not too sure about, well, um,"

"There are so many spells to choose from; you don't know where to go?" interrupted her father.

Shyra shrugs and answers softly, “Yes, and every time I think of one, either someone has already done it, or it's not enough."

Soon, her mother says, “Well, you could do what I did. I'll even give you a few tips on it so that you won't embarrass yourself."

"I appreciate the offer, Mom, but it won't feel like me," said Shyra, hoping not to offend her mother.

She shrugs and answers, “Well, my offer still stands, but I guess if you were able to make it this far in your senior year, "Then..."

"It's not that, Mom, “ interrupted Shyra. “You've helped me a lot; it's that I want to try and do something that no one has done. Or at least try to attempt."

"Then, I might have a few spell books in my library. It's always open if you ever need it," says Shyras' father as he stands up to clean up the leftovers.

Shyra rolls her eyes a bit and responds, “Oh, sure, the five books that you have on yourself. I've read them all; none strike me as awe-inspiring."

Her father responds while her mother gets up to clean the table, “There were a few more I found in the store that might be useful; give it a look whenever you have the time."

Shyra smiles and answers, “Alright, knowing you'll keep at it. I'll take a look."

With that, Shyra finishes eating her dinner and then starts helping around the house.

They'd clean the house at eight or nine o'clock, while also making sure that she had all the supplies she needed. Not to mention, as a gift and for support, Shyras' mother gave her a recreation of the wardrobe that she wore when she attended the competition when she was her age.

Shyra soon gathers the three books her father had mentioned and goes through them. Some of the spells sounded simple, but simple is different from what she's going for, at least not at the moment. She wanted something that could shock the judges so much that she'd be the first one to get a perfect score and win the competition without sweat.

However, after reading all three of the volumes that her father had bought, they all sounded like winners. At least in her mind, they didn't, and if that's the case, then it won't please the judges.

"Father must have a few more in his library,", said Shyra as she closed the final volume.

She soon exits the room and makes her way back to her parent's room to put the books back on her father's shelf. As she makes her way, she can't help but think about what kind of spells she should pull off. A Blueberry Spell would be a first, but the problem isn't casting it; it's stopping the whole Inflation before someone explodes. A Fire Blanket would be another option, seeing as her scales are fireproof, but not the stage, and even if she does it in the air, it would still be too much of a risk.

Shyra soon arrives and knocks on the door before entering to see that no one is there. She makes her way to her father's bookshelf and then out of her parent's room—that is, until she spots a golden book sitting in a bookcase sealed with unbreakable glass.

Shyra remembers seeing her father carry it a few times and even seeing her mother enter the room. She heard strange noises, along with both of them moaning, but she did not want to figure out what they were doing.

She looked around to make sure no one was looking or that there was someone hiding with an invisible spell so he could scare her half to death. A favorite trick of his that Shyra is annoyed by but has taught her to keep her guard up, no matter how safe things may look.

She quietly said, “Veni and me."

The case started to glow as it rose in the air and approached her. Once it got close, she grabbed it and took a good, long look at it. The case is made of some diamonds and pearls, all mixed to create an unbreakable case.

She soon leaves her parents' room and makes it to her room. As Shyra enters, she closes the door and then sets the book on her bed. She looks at it for a moment to see how she can open it, only to see that the case the book is in is sealed shut.

She then spoke softly, “Recludere camem tuam."

A small light rises from the top of the right corner of the case and then starts to descend. Once it reaches the bottom, a small handle appears on the case.

Shyra wasted no time and soon opened the case to reveal a golden cover with a title that was hard for her to understand. While most spell books are in plain English, some are in ancient Latin, which Shyra is getting the hang of speaking. She wouldn't say she's an expert at it; however, the title sounded intriguing: “Tentacula, Manus et Spiritus," with a warning symbol on it.

Shyra moves on from the warning, knowing the rules of casting spells, that the person casting the spell is responsible for any damage to themselves or anyone else, etc.

As she scrolls through, each one needs to sound more enjoyable for her—that is, that her—that she sees one and reads in her head, “Quaeso, tentamenta arcesso ad voluptatem veneream magisque."

. Warning: This may cause comfort for the body. If you, or a partner, are feeling pain or discomfort, say the following words: “ Praecipio tibi ut relinquam."

Shyra takes a deep breath or two and thinks for a moment. Is it that important to try it out? Should she call Rick the next day in case the spell goes wrong, which is usually the case in almost every situation she gets herself into?

She shakes her thoughts out of her mind, knowing that this isn't the time to coward down. Shyra stands up to stretch out and speaks with pride, “Quaeso, tentamenta arcesso ad voluptatem veneream magisque!"

As she casts the spell, the book and the room begin to glow puke-green, and Shyras' room shakes viciously, like an earthquake. Objects start to float in the air, along with Shyra, for a bit, and then the room color changes back to normal as everything, including herself, sets back down.

“Shyra grabbed the book and re-read the spell several times. “That's it?" she questioned, disappointed that nothing had happened, not even a simple movement. The book was still glowing, but it could have been brighter. The spell had sounded promising, but it must have been something like 'I summon an earthquake' or'make your room haunted.'

Shyra walked toward her room's door and sighed, “Well, that's that. I might perform a simple Ring of Fire spell. "As she tried to turn the knob, she realized that it was stuck. She checked the lock on her door and could see that it was unlocked, meaning that the doorknob was jammed, or someone decided to glue it shut.

"Hello, can someone help me get this door unstuck, please?"

Nobody response, was heard, which did get Shyra a little worried. Did she cast a silent spell? Did she do something wrong?

She quickly reaches for her phone, only to find it dead. She realizes she must have made a mistake since Shyra remembers charging her phone before casting the spell.

She suddenly felt something slimy on the floor, as if it had transformed from wood to slime.

Shyra looks down quickly to see that the floor is still the same, but now covered in a slimy substance. She has no idea what it is and promptly opens the book to find out. Shyra stops as she notices the book rising and summoning portals around it before falling back down.

Concerned, Shyra recoiled as slimy tentacles slowly emerged from each portal. Each one came closer to her, making her feel unsafe. Shyra slowly backed away nervously, not knowing what to do, but soon remembered that there was a counterspell to stop it. However, she first needed to get the book, which was on the other side of the tentacles.

She strolls towards the side while each tentacle explores its surroundings, almost as if trying to orient itself. Shyra had never seen them act like this before, mostly because she wasn't quite the biggest fan of them. Not to mention that the idea of slimy, gooey tendrils helping or touching them isn't her idea of fun.

She soon reaches towards the book and starts quickly scrolling through the pages. But then her eyes go wide as she starts to feel one of the tendrils touching one of her legs.

"HEY!" she shouted, causing it to let go of her quickly.

This movement surprised her a bit, but she followed up, “First off, don't touch me. Second, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Why the hell am I talking to a group of tentacles like they're going to understand a single word I say? "She thought, staring at the many tentacles, some of which were coming out of the ceiling and even the floor.

The largest one in the middle soon slithers down towards her. Shyra quickly tries to find the spell, but the large tendril tries to snatch it out of her hands.

"HEY!" shouted Shyra as she tried to hang on and not let go.

"Let go! I need to find the spell to send you all back.Wooh!"

Shyra falls to the ground with a loud smack, landing on an area not covered in tentacles, but she is soon drenched in slime juice. She quickly rises, wiping her face.

"Oh, that's just perfect," Shyra mutters in disgust, feeling her wardrobe covered in slime.

Shyra struggles to stand and falls onto the slimy floor. She crawls to her bed and climbs onto it. Each tentacle slowly slithers over to check if she's alright.

Shyra found herself backing away until she reached the wall, where the largest of the tentacles slowly rose to face her. She could feel the smaller ones crawling on her arms and legs, and she quickly moved them away. “May I please have the book back?"Shyra asked, hoping the creature would understand her.

Another tendril brings the book over to her and points out the spell that she cast. Shyra slowly grabs the book, not knowing what it'll do next. She was impressed with how dry the book felt, despite who knows how much slime the tentacles were covered in. One of the tendrils goes over her shoulder, causing her to shiver a bit. Another one tries to point out the page.

"I see that. "Shyra is soon interrupted as the spell book starts to translate its meaning.

For now, it reads, “I summon thy tentacles for sexual pleasure and more."

She drops the book in shock, and her face turns as red as a cherry. Shyra couldn't believe what she had cast. That is the fact that she summoned not one, but a whole room full of horney tentacles to have sex.

That's when she started to feel one of the tendrils beginning to slip through the back of her shirt. Shyra could feel the slimy tentacle down her back, and she did not know what to do.

"Look, please understand this was all a big misunderstanding." Before she could finish her sentence, Shyra felt her shirt beginning to be pulled off. She used both hands to grab the bottom of her shirt, preventing the tendrils from pulling it off.

"Look, if I'd known that this would've been the result, I would've not cast it!"Shyra paused after feeling something touching her vagina. She quickly looks down and sees one of the tendrils slowly slithered up her leg, into her pants, and then into her panties.

She kicked her left leg a bit, trying to get it off, but to no avail. Shyra didn't know what to think or do to get out of the mess she had gotten herself into. Should she scream and hope someone hears her and helps, or should she let these tendrils do what she mistakenly summoned them for?

Both don't seem like suitable options, seeing that both may lead to someone coming in and seeing her like this. That's when she then started to feel something tugging on her pants, but before she could do anything, her pants were quickly torn off, exposing her panties, with one of the tendrils inside still rubbing her vagina.

Shyra tries to cover herself up with one of her blankets, only to realize that she has loosened her grip on her shirt. The large tendril pulls it off with one large pull—Shyra's shirt tears off with a large rip sound, exposing her bra as well.

She quickly covered her bra with her left arm and her waist down with her bedsheet. Her face started to glow red with embarrassment, and she tried so hard not to moan or even speak. All she could do was look at the page and hope to find the counterspell. Miraculously, it didn't take her long to find it and say, “Praecipio tibi ut relinquam."

Unfortunately, it does not affect them. Shyra tries again, only for the same result to happen. That is when she notices something else underneath the counterspell. As it reads,

This spell has a few-minute window to decline. Once the spell has started and any tentacles, hands, etc., get started on the activity, it will be nearly impossible to cancel or counter the spell.

"Oh, that's… that's just great," was all she said to herself.

Shyra then notices the small tendril leaving her panties. She took the opportunity to cover herself even more.

"Okay, Shyra, you've gotten yourself into this mess. How do you get out of this?" was all she muttered to herself.

The largest tentacle started slowly making its way toward her, causing Shyra to back off a bit. The tentacle moves up to meet her face-to-face. To which all she could do was stare for the moment.

"Um, hi."That was all Shyra said as she waved her hand slowly.

The tentacle moved to the left and then to the right, as if it were checking her out or something. Shyra couldn't quite understand what was going on, nor could she figure out what the tendrils were thinking about.

She soon puts her hand out and says, “I'm Shyra; how are you doing?"

"The hell talks like that?" was all she said in her thoughts.

The tentacle goes on her hand, and she slowly grabs it and starts to give it a handshake. Well, it's more like a tentacle shake, but that's beside the point.

After a good second or two, she lets the tentacle go, leaving a bit of a slim trail.

"Disgusting." Was all she could think of: “Well, I might as well try and commit to what I cast. This is so embarrassing."

Shyra took a deep breath and spoke as calmly as she could to the giant tentacle, “Okay, I'll let you know how to say this."

Shyra didn't know how to say it or even put it into good words without sounding like, "Hey, fuck me as much as you like!"

"I'm not a big fan of anything tactical or slimy, so... well, um… can we take it easy first, before you know?"

The giant tentacle nodded, which took Shyra surprised that it understood her.

"Now I know how Rick felt when he was trying to create a potion, only to make a horney sex goo. The only difference is me summoning a bunch of slimy tendrils that could end up hurting me."

The giant tentacle backs up so that Shyra can get comfortable. With a deep breath, she removes the bedsheet that she was covering herself with to reveal herself, still wearing her bra and panties.

Shyra soon gets off her bed and stands on the slimy floor, not being the biggest fan of the feeling. But she puts those thoughts away for the moment as she starts to feel one of the smaller tendrils once again going up her leg, and then it wraps around her panties and starts pulling them down.

"What the hell am I doing?" shouted her thoughts, but all she could hear now was the tendrils moving around her room. She then started to feel a few tendrils going up her back and then into her bra as it began to rub her two nipples.

Shyra couldn't help but release a soft moan as another one began to unbuckle her bra. In no time, it unbuckles and falls to the ground, exposing her D-cup-sized breast. She closed her eyes a bit as she could feel her breasts moving a bit, as both of the tendrils started vibrating on her nipples.

Shyra then starts to move her hands up and uses her left hand to squeeze her left breast gently, then uses her right hand to do the same with her right breast. She then looks down as she continues to squeeze and pull her breasts a bit, even licking the tendril on her left a bit. It nearly caused her to gag because she tasted the slime on the tendrils for the first time.

After a good, solid minute, she smiles at the giant tentacle as the two tendrils on her nipples grab and start playing with her breast.

"This feels so wrong, and yet my body is saying otherwise."

She could feel every movement as her breasts were either squeezed, pulled, or pushed together. The funny thing is, Shyra is actually enjoying it a bit, as she decides to put her hand down on her vagina and then inserts two of her fingers in.

A small moan started to escape her mouth as she rubbed her fingers in and out of her vagina. She then started to feel a tap, and she soon realized that one of the tendrils was softly smacking her ass before it began to rub her soft, leathery tail.

"Oh god, yes, play with my breast some more,", demands Shyra as she continues to play with herself.

The tendrils start to pull on her breasts harder. Hard enough that Shyra began to feel her breast being tugged, but not hard enough to where it would hurt. It was like the tentacles knew what they were doing. Shyra wondered if someone had cast this spell before. It had to have been otherwise; why would it ever be in the book in the first place?

Her mind shifts gears a bit as she inserts another finger into her leaking vagina. She could feel her inner walls clamping on her fingers, not to mention the sudden feeling of wanting more.

The tentacle seems to understand somehow as it tries to enter her mouth, but Shyra keeps her mouth shut, not ready for the full-on taste. The last thing she wants to do is have this moment ruined by her constant gaging on the giant tentacle.

To her surprise, it touched her snout before sliding down until it was in between her breasts, and it started moving up and down. Like it was fucking in between her breasts.

Shyra pulls her fingers out and then slowly sits down on the ground. As the tentacle continues to fuck her tits, the two tendrils push them into the tentacle. She then uses both of her hands to hold her breasts together as the tentacle continues to fuck her tits out. So much so that Shyra could feel the tip of the tentacle touching her lip.

Then, out of surprise, a white substance slowly leaked out of the tip, but before she could say anything, the giant tentacle shot multiple strings of cum all over her face and then covered her breaths in its hot, sticky cum.

Shyra grabbed one of the bedsheets hanging down from her bed and wiped her face. The scent was powerful, and the seed the tentacle shot on her body and face smelled irresistible. It was like she wanted more of it.

She soon got on all fours and looked at the giant tentacle again.

"Well, here goes nothing."That was all she could think as she picked up the end of the medium-sized tentacle, put it in her mouth, and started to suck on it. Shyra could feel it shivering from her sudden movement but showed no signs of residence.

She couldn't help but smile a bit before bopping her head up and down, giving it, strangely, a blowjob. That's when Shyra starts to feel something rubbing on her vagina.

"The hell?" But before she could finish what she was processing, one of the tendrils inserted itself into her wet vagina.

Shyra moans and even lets out a bit of a gasp from the tendril's sudden movement. But then it starts pumping itself in and out slowly. She pulled the medium tentacle out so she could look down to watch the tendril do its job. While also letting out a hiss, Shyra follows up with her, moaning in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck." was all that was leaving her mouth, but her mind was still wondering how something so small was able to please her so well.

"OH FUCKING HELL!" her mind cried out. “This feels fucking wonderful."

She then turns back to serving the medium-sized tentacle and continues to suck on it. While she did feel like gaging a bit, Shyra was able to hold it back. As she put more and more of the tentacle tile, it reached the back of her throat.

That's when she started to feel something coming—only it wasn't the tendril or the tentacle; it was coming from her lower regain. It was like something was building up, causing her to squirm a bit before screaming as her vagina started to squirt out a clear liquid, but the tendril kept going.

Shyra moans as she picks up the pace, going faster, and she realizes that she isn't moving her head; well, she is, but she can also feel the tentacle moving into her throat, causing her to gag a bit. Her eyes rolled back, as the tentacle shot string after string, after string of hot white cum inside of her throat. The taste of it was surprisingly bitter but sweet, a taste that she never expected to be like at all.

The medium tentacle slides out of her mouth with a loud pop sound, which is followed by Shyra coughing like mad while also moaning from the one tendril still fucking her wet pussy. Then another one soon comes over and goes inside her pussy, then another one, and then another one, causing her vagina to open up.

The move causes Shyra to hiss in pain from what the five tendrils are doing. However, the one slowed down as each one wiggled the tips of the tendrils inside her vagina.

Her eyes widened like they were about to pop out of her skull. Another medium-sized tentacle goes inside her mouth, causing her to grab it, but she couldn't pull it out.

"Jesus, slowly down, your…fu… no, keep going, I can..."

Her mind was now all scrambled, constantly going back and forth from wanting to stop the cause of the pain she was feeling, but also not wanting to eliminate the cause of how much her body was enjoying it.

Her vaginal walls clamped like crazy. But then Shyra screamed, not in pain, but from the sudden feeling of one of the tendrils rubbing her clitoris. Her hips started to move forward and then back, like they had a mind of their own.

Shyra could feel a tear in her eyes starting to form as she felt the tentacle going down her throat and the five tendrils vibrating in her vagina, with one of them rubbing her clitoris.

"T…this is too much. Oh god, but it feels so great."

She could feel the tentacle going down even more deeply in her throat, causing her to wine in pain before it pulled out, causing her to gasp for air.

“O… okay, please s…sl…slo…" Due to how tired and weak her body felt, it was becoming more challenging for her to keep her thoughts straight.

Each tendril soon shoots its seeds into her vagina, squirting out due to the vast amount of cum.

After about another minute or two, all five of the tendrils pull out of her soar pussy. In response, she collapsed due to exhaustion.

Shyra then rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling, and couldn't help but smile for a good moment. As the ceiling started to get closer to her, she realized that a bunch of tentacles were lifting her body, and each tentacle grabbed hold of her arms, legs, and tail.

The massive tentacle starts rubbing her face, spreading its slime all over it as it finishes admiring her face. Shyra takes a deep breath before speaking. “Before we ever continue, and I can't believe I'm asking this," she can't help but give a weak laugh. "I want to be able to win this competition, and well, would you mind helping me out? In fact, anytime I call for your help, I'll allow myself to have sex with my body as long as you may like, with a few exceptions."

The tendrils soon write on the wall, spelling out, “Have sex in barging to help don't go well."

"I take it; this wasn't the first time someone has struck a deal?" questioned Shyra, feeling a bit of pity.

The tentacle slowly moves towards her face, and Shyra quickly speaks, “Brand me!'

“WAIT, WHAT THE HELL DID I SAY?"

"I mean, well, let me be the first. For example, if I summon you for help, then either the day before or after, we'll have some fun, deal?"

The tentacle soon wrote on the wall, "It's best not to, but how about you only summon for sex and sex?"

Shyra took a deep sigh only to see it write, “But, we'll help you out if you allow us to continue."

"Deal." was all she said as the medium-sized tendril started rubbing her anus while another one was inserted into her pussy, causing her to gasp. But right when she does, another medium-sized piece goes into her mouth, but not shoved into her throat.

"Mmmmhmmm."Were the only words that she could sputter out before starting to suck the tentacle in her mouth.

A few more tendrils start making their way toward her as two of them start playing with her breast; another rubs one of her sensitive nipples, causing her to moan even more. She could feel every movement of the tentacles and tendrils, playing with her body. Then, in all the mist of it, the giant tentacle goes close to her anus as the medium-sized moves away and goes over towards her pussy and starts rubbing her clitoris, which causes Shyra to arc her back a bit. Then her eyes go full width as she starts to feel the massive tentacle slowly enter her ass, causing her muscles back there to clamp down.

“MMMMMMM, MMMMM!!!!!!" was all she could scream out in both pain and pleasure.

After going in an eighth into her anus, the massive tentacle vibrates, so the muscles in her ass can relax. Shyra shakes her head a bit as the force in both her pussy and ass causes her body to bounce a bit; her breast even starts to squirt out a small stream of milk.

The tentacle in her mouth pulls out to make sure she gets a nice, deep breath.

She shouts in pleasure, “More, come on. Give me your best, shooooooot!"

Doing as all the tentacles and tendrils start pumping both her pussy and her ass. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying it. Not to mention, she completely forgot that she wasn't the biggest fan of any tendrils or tentacles, and yet here she was getting fucked by them.

Another tendril goes into her ass, making it harder for her to keep her moans to herself, as the medium-sized tentacle goes back into her mouth and starts fucking her throat.

After a good minute or two, she could feel something building up down in her waist, as if trying so hard to hold herself back from an enormous climax. To the point where her waist twists to the right, then to the left, before humping

"Golly, I'm about to cum...hard!!!! SHIT, don't stop, don't STOP!" was all that was in her mind as the tentacle in her ass, pussy, and mouth stopped briefly before slamming back in and picking up the paces until the bridge finally broke and climaxed hard.

All she could do was swallow as much as she could as Shyra felt wave after wave of hot seed going inside her, so much so that she could feel her stomach start to fill up to the point where it bulged up like a small balloon. She also climaxed herself, squirting like mad, as the tendril continued to rub her clitoris. That is, until she passes out, the because of how weak her body ends up from all the sex and pleasure.

Once the tentacles were finished, they laid her down on her side, knowing her time was slowly coming to an end. First, it leaves her mouth as she suddenly vomits a bit, and in response, the tentacle casts a spell to keep its seed inside her stomach so she doesn't die from drowning from constant vomiting. For the first time, it actually works. This got the creature thinking about her offer. And decides to write a note for her before pulling its tentacles out of her pussy, and ass with a loud plopping sound.

White seed oozed slowly out of her vagina and anus slowly. It watches her stomach start to return to normal before pulling itself back into the portal and disappearing, ending the spell. All Shyra could do, even in the weakened state she was in, was smile before drifting to sleep, unaware that the tentacle had left a mark on her left shoulder, along with a note left on her desk.