Gripping Read - After Hours

Author's Note: This story was a commission for a friend, and is posted with her consent. It contains sexual themes and acts that involve tentacles. If such things are unappealing to you, turn back now!

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An eager glint glittered in Tina’s eyes as she set the musty old tome down on the oaken table of her laboratory. Ancient runes on its cover twisted in the corners of her eyes even as the depths of the book seemed to whisper to her, urging her to open it and unleash the secrets contained within.

Her fingertips traced along its surface, the material seeming to be perpetually moist in spite of how dry the climate was, the tome quivering imperceptibly to her touch.

“Are you… certain about this, Master?” Mavis inquired, her fingertips tapping nervously together as she eyed the book. “It is clear that something writhing and twisted lurks between those pages.”

Tina let out an undignified squeak as she turned and quirked an eyebrow at Mavis; she had quite forgotten that her assistant was even there in all her excitement, but she had no desire to let her know that.

“Most assuredly, Mavis - it would be… uh… dangerous for you to be exposed to this book once it is unleashed; only I can have the experience to handle the information it contains. You should step outside for a while.” She turned her attention back to the book, biting her lip as she did so.

“We’ve both heard the rumours, Master, about how overwhelming the book can be to the unprepared; are you certain you can take it?”

“Yes yes, I can absolutely take it. All of it. Though it may require some, er, concentration and… focus. It may be a struggle, so if you hear any screaming, then just… stay outside unless I call for you; understood?”

“Of course, Master! I shall be just outside if you need me!” Mavis nodded her head dutifully and strode out of the lab, pulling the door behind her with a heavy ‘clunk’.

“Not too close! Can’t be too safe!” Tina called, barely able to control herself as she ran a finger down the spine of the book. A little moisture oozed from between the pages and she chuckled in a decidedly base manner.

Drawing in her breath, the little mage cast open the book without so much as a basic warding spell to contain the horrors that lurked within. The chattering whispers within the book exploded into feverish, guttural throat-singing, groaning sounds of bestial purring even as the tendrils of a great leviathan surged forth into the material plane from the very pages of the tome itself. Long, smooth tentacles of a purple so rich it was almost black coiled and flexed in the open air of the lab, rows and rows of suckers puckering along their length. At least a dozen of the powerful, slithering limbs probed about within the confines of the room, mapping it out in mere moments until, like the teeth of a bear-trap, they converged on Tina.

Half of the tentacles slithered into position about her to try and cut off any route of escape, while the other half began to wrap about her body, curling along her limbs, plunging into her clothes and gathering her up into their embrace in a cascade of otherworldly groans.

“Ooooooh yeah, come to mama~” She giggled happily, opening her arms wide and letting it happen. One of the tentacles seemed to withdraw a couple of inches in surprise, before giving an enigmatic quiver and diving right back into what it was doing. The buttons of Tina’s blouse burst in a pattering rain as one of the tentacles burst forth between her breasts, even as another slid around her waist and dove down to explore her buttocks. The others seemed contained to bind her limbs in place, rendering her entirely helpless to resist as the tips of those squeezing tentacles began to search for means of entry.

Not that she seemed particularly interested in resisting.

“Go on, get in there you slimy boys! Do you know how many waterlogged temples I had to raid to find you? Now get going and make it worth my while!”

If the tentacles were capable of understanding ‘thirst’, they didn’t seem to be hindered by it. Fabric tore along Tina’s garments as those grasping limbs pulled and kneaded at her flesh, eliciting a series of squeaks and pleased gasps from the mage. Her face went pink and her mouth dropped open in a gasp as the tentacle that had slithered around her breasts slid back towards her privates. She scarcely had time to brace for it before the tip supporting her backside began to slither its way between her cheeks.

“Ah! AH! AAAAA-” She squealed happily, trying to lean into the binding grip of the tentacles.

“A-are you alright, Master?” Mavis’s voice called through the door.

“Yep!” Tina squeaked as the slick, naturally lubricated tips of the tentacles made entry in unison, her eyes rolling back in her head. “J-just… ye Gods… just… wrestling with the guardian.”

“Is it trying to get inside your mind, Master?” Her apprentice sounded worried.

“It’s uh… yep… definitely trying to get inside…” She gasped in pleasure as the guardian of the old tome ravaged her body with its slithering explorations, massaging every inch of her with its warm, powerful grip. The suckers on the inside of its limbs grasped at her breasts, her thighs, her backside and just about everything else they could reach.

Tina bucked and wriggled, sliding her body into a natural rhythm to try and match the twitching motions of the tentacles. She bounced in the air, groaning and gasping with each grinding buck of her hips, hands gripping the throbbing tentacles as best she could.

“Yes, yes, YES! YEEESSS!” She cried out, breathing heavily as she felt herself drawing closer and closer to the end.

“Are you winning, Master!? Should I come in?!”

“No need to come! I can handle it!” Tina replied breathlessly as she saw something curious happening to the tentacles probing her privates; they seemed to be twitching in time with her own bobbing thrusts, pulsing and quivering with ever-growing intensity as though building towards something.

Tina’s wails of pleasure grew steadily more intense, until she could contain herself no longer - she threw back her head with an ear-splitting scream… even as the tentacles inside her spurted out a load of lubricant onto themselves to replace that which had been lost beneath the friction of Tina’s attentions. The hot, sudden stimulation pushed Tina over the edge as the orgasm swept through her. Pearly white streams oozed down the sides of the tentacles as she sagged into them, a long purring sound escaping her throat as she did so.

In response to the sudden slackening of their victim, the tentacles evidently decided that their job was done, and the intruder was dealt with. Lowering Tina back down to the floor of her lab, the tendrils withdrew into the pages of the tome with a wet, suckling noise - pulling the cover closed with a moist ‘thwack’.

Tina lay there, half-naked on a floor, a giddy expression on her dazed features.

“M-Master? Are you alright? Did you succeed?”

Silence reigned for a moment before Tina replied.

“No, Mavis, unfortunately not. I’ll just have to go back in for a second attempt~”