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“Why have you disturbed my spring?”
“Huh?” Wei Ying is staring slack-jawed at the majestic creature that has just risen up above the surface of the water in this secluded mountain spring.
Its upper half is that of an inhumanly beautiful woman, with jade-pale skin and glinting golden eyes. Her long, dark hair seems to defy gravity, moving as though suspended in water despite being exposed to the air. Her body is bare, including her large, glorious breasts. Wei Ying’s mouth waters, unable to help imagining what it would be like to be allowed to taste them.
“Human mortal!” the creature snaps, starting Wei Ying back into the present. “I asked you why you have disturbed my spring.”
As she speaks, Wei Ying sees that her teeth are sharp, with wicked, needle-like tips.
Gulping, Wei Ying tries to answer the question. “I didn’t know it was your spring?” she says, voice rising to make it a question. “I was just taking a walk and got a little lost and was looking for some place to cool off.”
“Careless,” the beautiful creature hisses, sounding more annoyed than angry. Wei Ying can’t help but be a little endeared.
“That’s me!” she agrees.
Her eyes are drawn back to the creature’s lower half, as alien as her top half appears human. Below the waist, she is a mass of shimmering, undulating tentacles with flesh of a luminous, blue-white hue that glimmers in the low light. She’s mesmerizing.
Suddenly, one of those big, strong tentacles darts out and wraps around Wei Ying’s waist. “Hey, what?” she cries out, surprised.
As though reciting an oft repeated and boring lesson, the creature rattles out, “Since you have trespassed on sacred ground, and being a virgin with a fertile womb, you are now forfeit as my mate.”
“How do you know I’m a—” Wei Ying begins indignantly, before parsing the rest of the sentence. “Your mate?!”
Not bother to respond, the creature picks her up by the tentacle still wrapped around her waist and carries her over to a smooth, stone outcropping on the other side of the spring. She lays Wei Ying down and makes short work of removing her clothes.
With several of her tentacles, she holds Wei Ying’s arms and legs restrained, spreading her thighs wide so that she has unimpeded access to Wei Ying’s pussy. Wei Ying struggles and tugs at her bonds, but it’s useless. The creature is so strong she can easily hold Wei Ying wherever she likes, for as long as she likes.
Wei Ying is scared of what will happen next. She is, after all, a virgin, just as the strange creature had said.
But the creature doesn’t ravish her right away. Instead, she leans in and presses her upper body to Wei Ying’s. Her big, soft breasts press against Wei Ying’s smaller ones, and the contact is delicious. Although this part of her appears human, her skin is cool to the touch, contrasting with Wei Ying’s which is warm and flushed from embarrassment and adrenaline—and arousal.
The creature cups Wei Ying’s cheek in a large, surprisingly gentle hand and gazes at her warmly.
“Pretty,” she says, soft, like a secret.
Wei Ying blushes even more. She doesn’t know what is happening here, but this strange creature is extremely beautiful and erotic. It’s making her skin feel hot(ter), and her pussy is getting wet.
Shyly, she ventures, “Jiejie is very pretty too.”
The creature smiles at her with those terrifying teeth, and Wei Ying shivers, but not in fear.
She slides down Wei Ying’s body and, with no further preamble, puts her mouth on Wei Ying’s pussy. Wei Ying is alarmed for a moment, thinking of those teeth, but there’s no sting. Just cool but skillful lips and tongue on her most intimate places.
She works Wei Ying’s pussy over skillfully, starting with teasing little kitten licks and tantalizingly light flutters of her tongue, until Wei Ying is panting and whining, trying to push her pussy up against the creature’s mouth. Eventually, she takes pity on Wei Ying and begins to exert a firmer pressure, licking hungrily from her cunt to her clit and back again.
Her tongue darts into Wei Ying’s cunt then, pressing and swirling inside, If Wei Ying didn’t know better, she’s swear that the tongue was getting longer, reaching into places no human tongue could possibly reach. Wei Ying stares up at her assailant, looks at how she’s being restrained and forcibly pleasured by some half woman, half cephalopod, and figures that actually she doesn’t know better at all.
As that wicked tongue moves against all the places inside Wei Ying that make her writhe and moan in pleasure, the creature begins to massage Wei Ying’s clit with her fingers, rubbing in firm, insistent circles.
Wei Ying hears herself making loud, desperate sounds but is too far gone to even think of stopping it. The creature fucks Wei Ying with her not-quite-human tongue, driving her pleasure higher until Wei Ying trembles and shakes apart under her, her orgasm crashing over her powerfully.
Wei Ying screams out her climax, back curving into a tense arch and pussy squirting her release. Her vision whites out for a moment, and she comes back to herself to find her body gone limp and plaint, breathing hard.
“Good mate,” the creature says, licking approvingly at Wei Ying’s still twitching pussy. “I will breed you now.”
Wei Ying nods vaguely, still pleasure-drunk, before the words catch up to her. “Jiejie, wait!” she exclaims.
The creature looks at her quizzically.
“I just—” Wei Ying feels suddenly shy. “If we’re going to be mates, shouldn’t we know each other’s names? I—this humble one is Wei Ying.”
“Wei Ying,” the creature repeats, as though tasting a strange new dish. After pondering this for a moment, she adds, “This one is Lan Zhan.”
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says back to her. “Pretty jiejie Lan Zhan is Wei Ying’s mate now?”
“Mn. Is pretty Wei Ying ready to be bred now?”
Wei Ying shudders at the lewd words. She nods. “Be gentle with me, jiejie,” she says, fear only half-feigned. “It’s my first time.”
“I know,” Lan Zhan replies, eyes as hot as her skin is cool. That is not, Wei Ying notes distantly, an agreement.
A slim tentacle approaches Wei Ying’s mouth with intent. She obediently parts her lips to let it in. The tentacle slithers sinuously inside and then all the way down Wei Ying’s throat.
Wei Ying chokes and makes a sound of alarm, but almost instantly, she feels the muscles of her throat begin to relax. The tentacle is then able to slide in and out with ease. Lan Zhan fucks her mouth with the tentacle for a while. Wei Ying can do nothing but take it, still held spread-eagled by Lan Zhan’s other tentacles, just a pretty little treat for her to use.
When Wei Ying’s vision is going a little spotty from lack of oxygen, the tentacle finally goes rigid and spurts a large quantity of cool, vaguely salty liquid down Wei Ying’s throat.
“Yes, good,” Lan Zhan praises when Wei Ying swallows and swallows and swallows. She pets at Wei Ying’s stomach, which is filling with the ejaculation of Lan Zhan’s tentacle.
Very shortly thereafter, Wei Ying ’s body is subsumed by the most intense arousal she has ever felt. It burns through her like a forest fire, wild and untamed. She writhes against the tentacles’ hold, trying fruitlessly to get some contact on her throbbing pussy.
“Please, please, please,” she begs, hardly even aware she’s speaking, mind entirely consumed with the need to be touched. To be fucked.
“Shh,” Lan Zhan soothes. She begins to push the heel of her hand against Wei Ying’s pussy, moving in slow circles. The stimulation is indirect and nowhere near enough, but it serves to bring her back from the brink of insanity. “Your body is preparing to receive the clutch.”
Wei Ying groans, hardly even listening. She tosses her head and thrashes against her restraints.
Lan Zhan huffs out something that might count as a laugh. “Impatient.”
The very next moment, Wei Ying feels something blunt and slippery prodding at the entrance to her cunt. “Yes, yes, please, Lan Zhan!”
Lan Zhan uses several of her tentacles to help tip Wei Ying’s hips up at a good angle. The ones wrapped around her thighs pull outward, spreading her open so wide it’s almost painful. The large tentacle prods and teases at Wei Ying’s cunt a few more times, spreading its slimy liquid around the area—although it’s hardly necessary with the way Wei Ying’s cunt is drooling slick in a steady flow. Then Lan Zhan pulls back slightly before plunging her tentacle inside decisively.
Wei Ying arches and screams. She doesn’t even know, at first, if she’s feeling pleasure or pain, the sensation too intense to process. Lan Zhan pulls back until only the tip is still inside Wei Ying. Then she drives forward again, just as hard as the first time. She keeps spearing Wei Ying with these slow, methodical, merciless thrusts for a while. And every time she forces her way inside, Wei Ying screams.
After several repetitions of the action, Wei Ying is finally able to parse some of the information her body is giving her. It is, she decides, somewhat painful being fucked by something so large her very first time. And yet, the edge of pain only seems to make the pleasure more intense.
Lan Zhan eventually stops teasing and begins to fuck Wei Ying harder and faster, setting up a rhythm that drives Wei Ying’s body up and up.
A second tentacle moves in and starts to slide through Wei Ying’s slit, up and down, creating a delicious friction on her clit.
“Oh, yes, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying cries out. “Ah, ah, yes, right there, don’t stop, don’t—” Wei Ying comes again, explosively, while Lan Zhan fucks and rubs her through it, her tentacles playing Wei Ying’s body like an instrument.
When Wei Ying begins to hiss in overstimulation, Lan Zhan removes the tentacle on her clit. The one in her cunt, though, keeps right on fucking, even as each thrust draws a shocky yelp from her poor mate.
“Ohhh,” Wei Ying moans, as it goes on and on. “You’re in so deep, jiejie. Can feel you everywhere.”
“Not yet,” Lan Zhan replies.
“Mmm?” Wei Ying asks, confused.
“Not deep yet,” Lan Zhan clarifies.
Wei Ying’s eyes, which had fallen closed, pop open. “What do you mean you’re not deep yet? There’s not any deeper to get!”
“Is. Must go deeper to breed you well.”
“How?” Wei Ying questions in trepidation.
“Do not worry,” Lan Zhan comforts. “The fluid will prepare your womb to receive the eggs.”
Wei Ying gives up on questions. The answers only seem to be baffling and disconcerting. Anyway, there’s really no need to think. Her mate has everything well in hand—or, well, in tentacle. Wei Ying can just surrender to the waves of molten pleasure rolling through her and let Lan Zhan take care of the rest. “Okay, jiejie,” she says on a moan, as Lan Zhan has not stopped fucking her tentacle into Wei Ying’s body all this time. “Breed me, then.”
“Soon,” Lan Zhan promises.
After a few more sharp, possessive thrusts, the tentacle fucking Wei Ying goes stiff and releases Lan Zhan’s cool fluid into Wei Ying’s cunt.
In seconds, Wei Ying feels her already burning arousal mount even higher. Lan Zhan retracts her spent tentacle from Wei Ying’s cunt, and Wei Ying feels suddenly bereft. There’s an aching, horrible emptiness inside her, and only Lan Zhan can fill it.
“Lan Zhan,” she calls, and realizes that she’s crying.
Lan Zhan leans in and brushes the tears from her cheeks. “What’s wrong, Wei Ying?” she asks, seeming truly concerned.
“I’m so—I’m so empty. It hurts. Need my mate to fill me up. Please.”
Lan Zhan leans in and presses a kiss to her lips. Wei Ying realizes, distantly, that it’s her first kiss. But she can’t concentrate over the ache at her core. She whimpers against Lan Zhan’s lips. “Please!” she begs again when they part.
“I promise,” Lan Zhan says seriously. And Wei Ying believes her.
Next, Lan Zhan raises a slender tentacle, not nearly as large as the one she’d just been fucking Wei Ying with. She guides it forward into Wei Ying’s swollen, hungry cunt. This smaller tentacle has room to undulate against Wei Ying’s inner walls in a way that is both strange and intensely pleasurable.
Lost in sensation, Wei Ying is surprised when Lan Zhan prods at her entrance with a second tentacle, about the same size as the one already inside her. It quickly slides in alongside the first. They twine around each other and wriggle inside Wei Ying’s cunt, pushing against her inner walls and testing the stretch. The push in and out, going as deep as they can reach. They bump against something inside Wei Ying that feels solid. They push and prod at it, and Wei Ying whines, because that hurts. Even though she can still hardly think through her all-consuming arousal.
The two slim tentacles withdraw, pulling almost all the way out. Then Lan Zhan curls the tips of them to grip Wei Ying’s entrance. She pulls in opposite directions, spreading Wei Ying’s cunt open wide to give access to what’s coming next.
Wei Ying moans and whimpers, scared to find out what will happen next, her pussy clamoring for it all the same.
A third tentacle, about the same size as the two holding Wei Ying open, slides through the generous entrance created for it. It plunders Wei Ying’s insides, going deep immediately. It pushes against the same wall the others had been prodding at.
Unlike the other two, this tentacle does not give up. After wriggling against the barrier to no avail, it begins to poke at it head-on, sinuous flesh going rigid. After a few testing jabs that make Wei Ying yelp, it pulls back a bit farther and rams straight through the unyielding flesh.
Pain explodes through Wei Ying, intense and eye-searing, and yet, at the same moment, her pleasure reaches its peak and she’s coming again. Tears pour down her cheeks even as her hips roll against the offending appendage, pussy milking it aggressively.
The other two tentacles follow, one at at a time. They slide in alongside the one already penetrating a place in Wei Ying’s body that she’s sure was never meant to be penetrated. The opening is forced wider, and ever millimeter is agony.
Lan Zhan, so quiet up until now, lets out a soft groan. “I’m inside your womb, Wei Ying. Pretty Wei Ying, all soft and needy and ready to be bred.” Moments later, all three tentacles stiffen and jerk in a way that has become familiar to Wei Ying by now.
The tentacles are ejaculating inside her, filling her—her womb with that same cool, salty fluid. The fluid that has made everything better at every step of the process.
Sure enough, it’s only a moment before the horrible pain is receding, leaving only the yawning feeling of emptiness and the burning arousal.
The three tentacles slither out of her cunt, and immediately, another tentacle approaches. It’s the largest one yet, and it has a strangely shaped tip. Wei Ying looks at it with trepidation, sure it will never fit inside her. But her hungry cunt doesn’t care, pulsing an aching with the anticipation of being so completely filled.
Lan Zhan begins to feed the massive tentacle into her mate’s waiting hole. She pushes inside, slow but inexorable, stretching Wei Ying beyond what she thinks she should be able to take. But now, her body prepared by whatever aphrodisiac is in Lan Zhan’s ejaculate, the intense stretch only heightens the mind-bending pleasure.
Wei Ying comes again before Lan Zhan is even halfway in, overcome by the huge tentacle pressing against every sensitive place inside her. While her orgasm is still rolling through her, Lan Zhan pushes past the barrier that the smaller tentacles had opened up.
“Oh, fuck,” Lan Zhan breathes, looking at her mate in wonder. “Wei Ying feels so good inside, taking me all the way in. I can feel how ready she is to be bred.”
Wei Ying feels a strange squirming sensation in her lower belly that she thinks means that Lan Zhan is stroking the inside of her womb. She shudders, overwhelmed at the thought. “Jiejie,” she whines, not even sure what she’s asking for.
Lan Zhan leans forward and kisses her again, hard and intense. “Perfect,” she says when she pulls back, meeting Wei Ying’s eyes with her intense golden stare. She lifts more tentacles to stroke Wei Ying’s body all over, sending shivery currents of pleasure all through her.
She uses her hands to squeeze Wei Ying’s small breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into tight peaks. Finally, a tentacle returns to her clit.
Wei Ying lets out a whimpering cry, the direct stimulation almost too much to bear.
“Good girl,” Lan Zhan murmurs wonderingly. “Good mate. So perfect for me. Taking me so well.
“Jiejie,” Wei Ying says again, moaning in ecstasy as her mate touches her everywhere. She tips over into another orgasm, cunt spread too wide to milk the tentacle splitting her open, but trying all the same.
Then Lan Zhan begins to move. She thrusts her tentacle in and out, but she doesn’t actually withdraw from Wei Ying’s body. The tentacle is so long that she can move while still holding Wei Ying’s cunt spread wide from her entrance all the way to her womb.
Wei Ying let’s her head drop back, lost in the incredible pleasure of Lan Zhan moving inside her. Until Lan Zhan catches her attention.
“Look, Wei Ying,” she says wonderingly. “You can see me inside.”
Wei Ying looks, and sure enough, there’s a bulge in her lower abdomen that moves back and forth with Lan Zhan’s sinuous thrusts.
“Ohhhhhh, fuck!” she moans. “You’re inside my womb. So fucking deep. Does it feel good, Lan Zhan?”
“It feels perfect,” Lan Zhan answers fervently. “Wei Ying is perfect. So ready to be bred.”
“Yes, jiejie! Breed me, please!”
Lan Zhan stills, buried deep in Wei Ying’s body. Her eyes go distant, as if concentrating. And then the large tentacle begins to pulse. It’s hard for Wei Ying to tell what exactly is happening so deep inside her, but it feels like the tentacle is pumping out something inside her, into her womb.
“What’s happening, jiejie?”
Lan Zhan moans a little before answering. Her voice is labored when she says, “I am implanting my eggs inside you. You will carry them until they are ready to hatch.”
Wei Ying gasps. “Pretty jiejie is so amazing!” she says.
“So is Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan responds, pressing her hand meaningfully over the place where Wei Ying’s belly is slowly filling with her eggs.
The process takes a few more minutes, before Lan Zhan has deposited all her eggs in Wei Ying’s receptive womb. She finally withdraws the large tentacle, slowly and carefully, making sure not to disturb the eggs, or to harm her mate in the process.
Wei Ying moans in disappointment when the tentacle slides out of her cunt at last. But she doesn’t have long to mourn it, as Lan Zhan almost immediately enters her with another, much more reasonably sized tentacle.
She begins fucking Wei Ying with it in fast, aggressive strokes. Wei Ying cries out at the intense feeling of finally getting easy friction inside her cunt after so long of being stretched to her limit.
Without pausing the swift thrusts of her tentacle, Lan Zhan leans down and puts her mouth on Wei Ying’s pussy, sucking and licking at her clit. Wei Ying convulses and comes almost immediately, her nerves so overwrought from prolonged stimulation. Lan Zhan licks her through it and keeps going until she’s squealing from overstimulation, not heeding her mate’s pleas for mercy.
It’s just as well, because it’s not long before Wei Ying’s pleas change from “please stop” to “more, please!” Lan Zhan plays her body both inside and out, and, just as she drives Wei Ying over the precipice of another orgasm, she releases another flood of her ejaculate into Wei Ying’s womb.
The fluid gushes for a long time, the flow continuing until Wei Ying can see her belly begin to swell where it’s filling her up. “So full,” she moans. “I can’t fit anymore inside, jiejie!”
Lan Zhan shushes her, petting soothingly at Wei Ying’s distended abdomen. “The fluid is needed to protect the eggs,” she explains. “Just a little more, baobei.”
Wei Ying nods, but pants and moans pitifully as her ravaged body begins to burn with renewed arousal brought on by the fluid filling her up. She doesn’t know if she can survive being fucked any more right now, but she also feels like she’ll die without it.
She tosses her head back and forth, only semi-conscious by now, her body trying to protect her from the assault on her nerves.
Lan Zhan looks down at her fretfully. She knew the breeding process could be hard on carriers, but general knowledge and secondhand accounts are different from seeing her own mate, already so precious to her despite their brief acquaintance, exhausted and in distress.
And yet, she can’t help but admire how beautiful Wei Ying looks like this, belly growing round with Lan Zhan’s eggs, her cunt still stretched around Lan Zhan’s tentacle. Almost regretfully, she withdraws from Wei Ying’s body once the fluid has been released.
Lan Zhan very gently picks Wei Ying up, using her many limbs to ensure that her mate is supported and secure. She gathers her exhausted form against her chest, possessively winding her tentacles around every part of her mate’s body to keep them pressed close together. She sinks back to the surface of the spring, submerging them both from the shoulders down.
Wei Ying finds her way back to some level of coherence after a few minutes. “Jiejie,” she whimpers, not bothering to lift her head from Lan Zhan’s shoulder. “It hurts. Need you.” She shifts her hips in a way that makes it clear just what she needs.
Lan Zhan brushes her hair away from her face and kisses her deeply. At the same time, she finds Wei Ying’s swollen, pulsing entrance with one of her tentacles and pushes easily inside. Wei Ying moans into her mouth. Lan Zhan stimulates her gently, a slow rocking motion, intending to soothe rather than arouse.
It seems to work, as Wei Ying is able to lift her head to look at Lan Zhan, her eyes tired but clear.
“Are you all right, baobei?” Lan Zhan asks seriously.
Wei Ying nods slowly. “As long as pretty jiejie is here to take care of her mate, Wei Ying is very all right.”
“Always,” Lan Zhan promises.
Wei Ying smiles brilliantly at her.
They kiss some more, until Wei Ying finally succumbs to her exhaustion and falls asleep, tentacle still moving inside her to manage the wild arousal brought on by the mating fluid.
Extra/Epilogue Stuff:
In the coming months, Wei Ying's body will become accustomed to the constant, intense arousal the fluid induces. The eggs, you see, must be fed every day to ensure they are safe and grow strong enough to hatch.
Fortunately, Lan Zhan has dozens of tentacles and can fuck her pretty much 24/7 without growing too tired. The next few months are absolutely the best of Wei Ying’s life thus far.
As Wei Ying starts to get bigger, it occurs to her to ask Lan Zhan just how many eggs she put inside her. Lan Zhan says “many,” but, at Wei Ying’s horrified expression, quickly clarifies that only a few will be fertilized.
“Like, how many?” Wei Ying asks.
“Not more than five,” Lan Zhan answers.
“Five?!” Wei Ying shrieks, thinking of human newborns that she’s seen and trying to imagine carrying five of those around inside her. After a few minutes, Lan Zhan manages to figure out what she’s panicking about. She’s astonished that human young are so large at birth. She clarifies that her hatchlings will be much smaller, a third of that size at most, by the time they’re ready to leave the carrier’s protective womb.
Please join me in picturing an adorable quintet of teeny tiny tentacle creature babies. You’re welcome.
Also, Wei Ying can now breathe under water by virtue of being mated by Lan Zhan just, you know. *hand waves*
LXC and LQR nearly die of shock when Lan Zhan comes home with a pregnant mate. You see, while technically it’s still on the books, nobody actually uses the trespassing forfeit mating law anymore. Lan Zhan saw Wei Ying for five seconds, decided “this one” and did what she wanted. It’s just very convenient that she knows all the laws so well and found a technicality that she could apply to her situation.
Anyway, they live hornily ever after and have many more adorable squid babies, the end!