VIVIENNE
V Note: Hey there, readers! Umm, so this one's inspired by some kids I used to know at my old school. You all know Corashi The Flame Warden pretty well by now, as well as my Villienne… We've got a new monster of the week, Sea-Shell the Tentacular, and an ominous force in the rafters who I may or may not have crushed pretty hard on…
I've really been working hard on my shading and impact lines, I hope you can tell!
THE LUSCIOUS ADVENTURES OF VILLIENNE - CHAPTER 4
I crept up the cliff toward the decrepit seaside shack, making sure not to loose a single stone. The witch's ominous warning had proven true; something moved within the structure. With my spyglass, I saw it through the window, shifting and churning, guarding the Ocean-Lord's Trident.
Wild-maned Corashi was fast in tow, but watching the tides rise, I knew time was of the essence. If we planned to stop the next great flood, I had to act.
My whole body ached following my run-in with Reinill the Oni-Queen, and her dark essence still pulsed within my womb.
Nearing that haunting window, I pressed my chest flush against the wall. Its rough grain caught against my peaking nubs as I tilted my neck, taking in the terror that awaited me.
Within, a lantern flashed eerie green light across a derelict space, revealing a table and two chairs.
I tiptoed across wooden planks, my dress already in tatters, praying to retrieve the artifact unscathed.
The door's knob was missing. With the slightest push, it peeled open, screeching.
Drat!
"Who's there?!"
I turned, only to see my path submerged in the rolling waves. There was only one way out: I had to claim that trident.
"Foul beast," I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper, "I've come to treaty with you…"
A gelatinous, feminine form bubbled up from the floorboards into the shack's central chamber. Her body was a surprisingly short length of translucent, purple skin, as were the curls upon her head, each little more than a cowlick.
"Oh, you're not that scary." I let out a single laugh and stepped forward, "Maybe we can make a deal. I'm in need of your trident."
"Hmmph!" the beast crossed her arms. A pink conch shell floated in her core, "I never deal with the likes of you… Although…"
She began to approach, trailing viscous fluid across the floor. Something about her, the gleam in her eye, set me on edge. I brought my arms to my front, covering the flesh showing through my ripped clothing.
If that's what she wants…
My body still held a deep ache, but I couldn't deny my need. The gloopy tendrils of her hair writhed in small circles, lengthening, widening. Their tips throbbed, developing flurled caps that dripped.
I held my ground as she pressed upon me, my hands rising and caressing one of her phallic locks, stroking it. A trembling wobble shook through her as she said, "Sate them, all of them, and the trident is yours."
Her slime ran thick between my fingers, pulling in wide webs. I grasped another in my other palm, bringing my mouth up and kissing one as it descended. It tasted of ocean brine. I let it trail across my tongue, down, into the neck of my dress, wet and cold. "Ha-ahh!" I moaned as it dipped lower, down my belly and into the small patch of fuzz where my legs met.
Her ministrations were so gentle, caring, compared to my rough treatment at the Oni-Queen's hands.
Another two probosci looped their way around my back, wrapped and dipped under my thighs. I rose into the air, hanging in her caress, as she spread me wide.
"Thank you," I tilted my chin up to lick at one positioned before my mouth. A chill pressure rocked against my entrance. I calmed myself and let it enter.
"Oh- Oh mahhh!" her slithering length dipped in and out, stretching me open and retreating, the sensation making me grind my teeth.
A laugh bubbled from her mouth, "Ha- Haha! You fool! With this performance, do you truly think you can bring all eight to climax?"
"Nnnnh-!" I simply didn't care. I could drown, the world could drown. Waves of bliss blossomed across my body as a rippling appendage rolled across my clit, "Fuhh~♥!"
I was claimed, deeply, desperately, in every way, pressed to a series of eight devastating climaxes.
Then the warmth of flame hit my back.
"Unhand her!" It was Corashi, her axe roaring in offense. She slammed its burning blade into one of the tentacles and lopped it clean off, its stump dribbling thick pearlescent fluid.
"Youch! What in the!?" my slimy captor opened her eyes, "You're butchering my bangs!"
Corashi's mane of dazzling pink hair billowed behind her as sea air consumed the room. Behind her, a rowboat bobbed against the front porch. She drove in, taking another swipe to cut loose the two lengths supporting my legs. With them removed, I dangled in the air as the slimy queen still absent-mindedly pistoned into my slick heat, "Aahhhh!" I screamed, my back arching, hands wrapped above my head.
"You bitch! You know how long this takes to grow? You know who I am? I'm Sea-Shell The Tentacular!"
Sea-Shell stretched into the air, bringing me with her and spinning, before spraying a gout of thick spit at Corashi. It coated her axe, doused its flame! Then it fell limp, nothing more than a leather leash. Corashi refused to back down, flexing and bowing up to Sea-Shell. She grabbed another strand and ripped it from the Tentacular's head. It hit the ground and slithered, diving into a crack in the floor.
That was when I lost all control, hanging in a cold sweat, stretched and defenseless.
"Wait..." I whispered, not wanting this to ever end, but Corashi paid me no heed. She snapped her leash dry, and it reignited. Then she grabbed the beast's last few tentacles at their root, and damn-near scalped her! A wave of water filled the room, and I fell to the ground, heart hammering, body spent.
"The... The trident..." I groaned, watching the conch wash out the front door.
"You'll pay for this! You think wigs are cheap?" I could barely raise my head as Corashi flipped the shack upside down, searching for the trident. Ooze poured from me and slathered my limbs.
Finally, she returned with the gleaming gold relic, approached the door with it, and placed its three tips to the encroaching waves. Were she not there, I would have surely washed away.
"Begone!" She shouted, and the water reeled. Dropping the trident, she settled upon the floor, unable to look upon me in my state.
"Corashi," I said, "Please… more…"
She turned with hesitant eyes. I was so empty, needing to be held, claimed. Her gaze rolled over me, taking in the thick tentacle still writing against my chest. She hefted it away, and it washed away in the receding waves. Then she knelt beside me, bathing my soreness in radiant, comforting warmth.
I watched, pleading, as she set her satchel down and withdrew a robin's egg handkerchief. Her ginger touch soothed as she peeled the remnants of my dress and ran the soft, clean fabric down my body, from glistening hair to dripping mound. My breath hitched as she brushed the tuft above my sex, and she took the cue. Using the viscous slime as lubricant, she worked the pearl at my crest with the very tips of her fingers.
"Hooooh, shhhit!" I hissed. The light, airy touch buoyed my swimming mind as I closed my eyes and savored.
My climax began to build again. The now-fried calamari only served as an appetizer for the meal I truly craved. A word bloomed from her lips into the black space of my consciousness, "Igni."
I opened my eyes to find her leash wrapped around her waist and positioned over my crotch. Hot batter bubbled and dripped from it across my pelvis. My screams echoed through the rafters as it hardened into a phallic shape with the smooth crust of a bagel.
Its point smeared hot butter across the divot of my thigh then settled into the pool of cool jelly at my entrance. Her eyes met mine, glowing with care and lust. I expected a rough plunge and braced, but was met with a slow, deliberate prod of steaming warmth. Relaxing into it, I released her gaze and let my eyes flutter closed.
She cooed as my slit accepted her wanton heat, massaging every ache and need from within. The length of it carried an impossible throb, the ghost of her pulse. The tremble in her breath let me know she felt every drag and slip.
Hot breath met my ear, interrupting my reverie. "Vill, I'm not going to last long like this…"
Her springy pink scruff brushed my cheeks, and I took in her face just beyond, twisted in effort. "I'm going to move now… Mmmbuhh- burnt biscuits!" She slowly withdrew before pressing deeper and deeper. Her tip kissed my womb, and my heart floated in a fire. With each pump, my limbs loosened, and my breath eased. Before long, I was pretzelled in half with her hand threaded through my hair. She held me in place as I watched her load and unload piping hot bread from my oven. "Mmph, fuck-! Hohh-here it comes!"
She pressed deep and unloaded like a piping bag gripped too tight; cream ballooned within me and squeezed out, sputtering along her honey-glazed length as she groaned, "Ha-ha-ughh~♥"
My teeth clenched, and I angled my hips into her mons. Soaked planks buckled beneath my bouncing thighs as a full-bellied moan tore through my throat and past the silvery vale.
From somewhere beyond our knowledge, listening through an etched brass cymbal, a comely witch kneaded her inflamed slick. Hot steam rose from her lips, her pleasure at our struggle.
From where does she watch?
What is she hiding?
Find out next time!