TTT Vol. 2 pt. 7

((Disclaimer: this chapter contains a hentai illustration, so you might want to be careful who you view it around.))

After exciting Lada to the point where she was crying purely from imagining our incredibly lewd future together that involved me growing all sorts of new tentacles and acquiring different types of cum, there was nothing left but to actually test out my new tentacles on her.

And that was exactly what I was going to do.

First, I needed some cooperation from her. I wasn’t entirely sure how to go about tying her up. When I thought about how I would tie somebody up using webbing… I imagined wrapping them up in it and hanging them from the ceiling. Either that, or shooting webbing at them and just sort of sticking them against the ground or wall.

But I felt like neither of those would be that great for bedroom activities. The former felt too restricting while the latter felt too… random? Too low effort? I didn’t want to spray my webbing at her and consider it a done job without anything else. I wanted to really try and go all out with it to make things special.

Then I had an idea.

Rather than hang her or stick her against something, I was going to go for a mix of the two, sort of.

STAY STILL FOR A MOMENT.

Lada, sitting naked on top of the bed waiting for us to start, nodded and watched my tentacles as I got to work.

The first thing I did was create a “back” of sorts behind her. I created a web that connected the walls of the room to the top of the bed and then pushed against her shoulders with a couple of tentacles to lean her back against it. She wasn’t up off the bed or anything, but she got to comfortably relax against a web that supported her back. It was sort of like stacking up pillows to recline against, but with webbing.

Next came her legs.

I started from the ceiling for her right leg, creating a web that tied around her thigh and kept it lifted up. For her left leg, I attached the web to the wall before wrapping it around her thigh and pulling it aside. With that, I spread her legs open and caused her to blush as she realized her pussy, already glistening with arousal, was bare in front of me with nothing at all to hide it.

It was hard not to stare at the beautiful pink of it. I never really got a good close up of it before, either. I was only ever shoving my tentacle in there while cuddling with some other part of her, usually being held between her breasts. It was the first time I got to look at her womanhood so closely.

And that embarrassed her. “Te-Tenta,” Lada said, “you… you don’t have to stare at it.”

I wanted to tease her about it.

WHY?

“Because… it’s embarrassing.”

BUT WHAT IF I WANT TO LEARN ABOUT EVERY PART OF YOUR BODY? AND LADA IS BEAUTIFUL.

With reddened cheeks, Lada lifted her hands up to cover her face and said, “It’s… it’s okay if it’s you. But it’s still embarrassing…”

I wanted to see more of Lada’s blushing cheeks, but I wouldn’t be able to if she covered her face up.

That was why, with the remaining webbing I had, I tied her arms together behind her head and then stuck that to the webbing supporting her back.

She was left with her legs spread and arms tied up behind her back. There was no hiding any part of her with that setup. I could stare at her lower folds as much as I wanted to, and I could look up at her blushing face whenever I wanted to.

HOW’S THIS? ARE YOU COMFORTABLE?

As embarrassed as Lada was, she still nodded her head and said, “I—I am. Leaning back against the web… feels even better than the bed. I wonder… if you have enough to make a bed for us to sleep in sometimes…”

A web bed? That could be nice. The only problem with that is… we don’t exactly have anything to prevent ourselves from getting stuck to it. If she tries to climb onto it, she’d get stuck and ruin it. I could always try and lift her up and carefully lower her onto it, but then she wouldn’t be able to move around at all. If she wants to roll onto her side or get up for some water, that’s going to mess up the bed. It would basically be like creating a hammock to sleep on, but the hammock gets ripped apart during every use and is only good for a single use. It’d be better to just… get an actual hammock for us to sleep in. Though, I guess I could try and figure out a way to make the webbing not to sticky? Wait, no, that’s stupid. It wouldn’t work at all then. Though, wait. I could… alright. I should have thought of this solution sooner. All I’d have to do is put something over top of the webbing, like bed sheets. As long as I do that, it should—

“T-Tenta?” Lada asked, looking down at me with cheeks colored red still.

I realized how embarrassing what I was doing probably was to her. There I was, still sitting between her thighs with all three of my eyes looking directly at her pussy, while I got lost in thought about how a web bed would work.

You’re supposed to be shoving your tentacles into her, not theorizing about beds!

As interesting as thinking about making a giant web bed was for us, I forced the idea into the back of my mind for the time being so that I could focus on what was really important.

And what was really important was fucking Lada.

I brought up my newest tentacle, with its outer layer peeled back to reveal the red, veiny cock with a tapered tip within, and slipped it against Lada’s face. At the same time, I positioned my tail tentacle between her legs and opened up its bulb to reveal its flared, thick cock.

Watching Lada never failed to be worth it. It was nice to watch her work or go about her daily life just to look at her body. It was great to look at her face whenever she was embarrassed. It was nice to look at how innocent and defenseless she was in her sleep—that always made me feel like she trusted me enough to fully let down her guard around me. Then there was watching her in the current moment. Watching her was entertaining because, despite how embarrassed she was from me staring at her pussy and revealing her blushing cheeks… she actually became less embarrassed once I brought my two cocks out.

Her lewd switch was officially turned on. She didn’t care about being embarrassed or anything like that. All she wanted was to be fucked. And when it came to getting fucked, there was no shame nor embarrassment she felt about that.

Lada turned her head to try and catch the tentacle I was rubbing against her cheek, but I pulled it away just to tease her while my tail tentacle finished getting into position. At the same time, I brought both of my sucker tentacles around her from behind to latch onto her breasts with her nipples at their centers.

Let’s really get started then.

With everything ready, I finally let Lada secure my newest cock between her lips… just in time for my tail’s cock to thrust into her pussy, pushing all the way into her womb with a single thrust. She immediately arched her back, pushing her breasts up against the sucker tentacles which made their job even easier as they sucked on her nipples as if trying to pump milk out of them.

And I got really good at using those sucker tentacles. Between Lada and Korova, I figured out all sorts of different techniques to use. My favorite, and the one I was currently using on Lada’s tits, was the technique where I would pull on her breasts at the same time as intensifying the suction around her nipples. Then, once I had her breasts pulled out as far as I could, I’d loosen both the grip of the tentacles and the “mouths” inside of them to let her breasts spring back against her chest before repeating the process.

Up above, I discovered that my newest tentacle was significantly more sensitive than my tail’s tentacle. Or rather, maybe it just didn’t have as much endurance built up yet. I assumed my tentacles would share sensitivity and endurance, but that turned out not to be the case. My new tentacle was as sensitive as a cock that had never been used before and now had a beautiful woman trying her best to suck on it and make it cum.

It didn’t take long for her to get the result she was hoping for.

Looking up at my newest tentacle, I realized something that Lada also apparently realized going by how she was looking down at me with just a tiny bit of concern in her eyes.

I couldn’t pull the tentacle out of her mouth.

That bulge around the base of the cock expanded in size and trapped it inside her mouth, leaving the tip stuck in her throat as her tongue continued rubbing all around its length to the best of its ability.

So… that new tentacle… whenever it gets close to cumming, the base expands and gets it stuck inside of whatever hole it’s in. I’ll have to be careful with that. But at the same time… there’s something incredibly arousing about knowing that she won’t be able to let my cock out while it cums.

Thankfully, I knew Lada would love that. She had no problem swallowing my seed every single day, usually for breakfast in the morning, and would never object to a tentacle being stuck in her mouth while it pumped her full.

That meant I could cum without feeling any guilt about it being trapped in her mouth.

And that was exactly what I did.

I felt my cum surge through my tentacle up into my second cock before it got poured directly down her throat. Lada, despite already having the cock stuck in her mouth, still tried to bring her head closer to the rest of the tentacle while tilting her head back to give it even easier passage down her throat.

So, why not take advantage of that?

She wanted her throat stuffed, so I obliged her and thrust the tentacle even farther into her. Though, I was only able to push it in to the point where the engorged base got stuck at the top of her throat. Even so, that was enough for me to see the outline of my cock bulging against her throat. I could even see it throbbing against her skin as it pumped out the last of its cum.

Lada’s orgasm came right after that. Her first one, anyways. With her back arching even more, I got to pull her breasts even farther out as I got ready to flood her womb with my tail cock’s cum.

Then I realized the only bad thing about my tentacle being trapped in her throat.

There was a possibility that, when actually cumming, the cum could be different from the usual. But seeing as how I pumped all my seed directly into her stomach with how it was positioned and couldn’t pull the tentacle out from her mouth at all, getting a good observation of it wasn’t possible.

I’d just have to hope that she was paying enough attention to it to let me know about it afterward.

Down below, I almost wished that my tail’s tentacle had one of those bulbous sections around the base so that I could trap that in her, too. I was really loving the idea of having my cocks stuck in her, bulging enough to prevent any cum from leaking out, and forced to stay in until every last drop of cum was out of them. But, because I didn’t have one of those, it didn’t take long for some cum to gush out from her pussy as I pumped her womb full of it. Some more cum escaped every time I slid my tentacle back before thrusting it back in.

Then I wondered…

If I could trap all my cum inside of her… what would happen to her? Would she basically inflate from it? Would it be safe for that to happen in the first place? The idea of her being so full of my cum that she gets inflated by it is pretty nice… but I’m worried about the effects of that. Then again, it might be possible to prepare her in a way that would make that safe.

The more time I spent with Lada, the more theories I fantasized about involving doing lewd things to her.

And I knew that she would approve of every single one of them.

But if I’d ever want to try and inflate her with cum, I’d need a lot more of it. Not to mention that I’d need a good way of plugging it all inside of her. And a way to guarantee her safety.

In other words… it was time for science.

But the science could wait until after I spent the right of the night fucking her.

That aside, the position that I had Lada in was great. It was comfortable for her, put her entire body on display, made reaching into both of her ends easier, and helped to keep her in place so that I wasn’t pushing her all around the bed while thrusting into her. There wasn’t any accidentally knocking her head against the bed’s headboard. Unfortunately, all of the movement was making the web begin to tear. Even the webbing around her thighs and arms started to tear and separate despite them not moving much.

The web had a short lifetime that would need to be dealt with. Whether it was for using in combat, tying girls up, or serving as a bed, I’d prefer if it lasted longer and was stronger.

As for how I would accomplish that, I had no idea. The first thing that came to mind was combining the webbing with some other material… but how would I do that? And it wouldn’t be useful if I couldn’t shoot it like that and have that be its default state. Modifying it after shooting it had too many potential issues. I needed a way to modify it to be stronger before it even left its tentacle.

For the time being, though, I could probably pull my second cock out from Lada’s mouth to give her a chance to breathe.

Only, as soon as I tried that, she tilted her head forward and puckered her lips as tightly behind the base of the cock as she could to prevent it from leaving as her tongue stroked it in a desperate need for more cum.

She wasn’t about to let my tentacle give her a break that easily. Even when it came to below, she pushed her hips forward every time I began to pull back even though she knew I’d be thrusting right back into her.

Alright. Enough thinking for now.

Lada wanted nothing more than to mindlessly enjoy a night full of sex, and turning my brain off to focus only on fucking her and filling her with ever increasing amounts of cum sounded great to me.

Even when the webbing holding her up and supporting her back ripped and dropped her onto the bed with a bounce, I didn’t stop fucking her, nor did she want me to stop.