Erotica Anthology #4

Tentacle Attack

#17

Tentacle Attack

A scavenger elf girl being f****d to death by a monster scorpion's giant stinger and eaten alive (vaginal/anal rape, vore)

Serena is crawling through the abandoned ruins on all fours, her body stretched in a way that thrusts her breasts out and her ass arched up. Her breasts are so big and round, they might as well be the size of a beach ball each. Her purple strands frame her face, emphasizing her bootilicious curves so temptingly. Her hair is so long that they cover more of her body than her tight attire does.

Winds of the cold night is merciless, blowing through her body, causing goosebumps to raise to the surface. The only reason why she is so desperately latching on to this plain is because she is hoping to bring home some treasures. If it is not for her job, she will not have risk herself out here, with no one around for miles away. Or at least, she hopes there is no one else. She is not oblivious. There are monsters roaming this zone, no doubt. But she is hoping her luck will play out well tonight.

She wants to avoid confrontation if it is possible. Serena swipes a trail of sweat from her forehead, realizing that her thick purple hair is starting to stick to her skin at this point. Still, she climbs through, her breasts bouncing in place, straining against the tightness of her top, while half of her ass might as well be out, judging from how short her bottom is. She has no enough money to buy an underwear, but she has to settle with what she has while she can. At least it can be worse. With her mount so exposed to the air around her, winds blow, spreading the scent of her core through the near surrounding. Unbeknown to her, a creature catches on her scent, intrigued.

The giant scorpion is awakened by the sweet scent that the air offers to him. His body reacts immediately, ready to take the female whose this scent belongs to. His tail jolts to live, the sting eager arching in sync with his phallus. He must have her. The scent of her core is calling to him, overtaking his raw need.

He climbs out from beneath the ruins, a makeshift cave which he has made into his own nest. His legs crawl to the mouth of the cave, each of them thick and heavy. But nothing compares to the pulsing length of his stinger/c**k. Everything about him is hard, large and solid. It’s head seek for her scent, following her. His quick investigation narrows down to the top of the ruins, right on top of his cave. Perfect. He leaps out, leashes himself towards the female elf, using his many legs to trap her and pull her down towards him. She has no chance against him. The sound of her scream echoes through the night and right into his cave, stretching through the air. He throws her right into his nest.

Serena is shocked in mind and body. Something abruptly wrapped itself around her ankle, yanking her down. She is met with something hard, the rocks of the ruins, she bets. Scratches begin to form on her tender skin, but that concern can not beat the dread that fills her face when she opens the eyes she does not realize she has closed and look around. A giant creature stands above her, hard and solid. Her eyes widen when the slight light that comes through the cave allows her to see the enemy. It is without a doubt a giant scorpion, one of the deadliest creatures that one can encounter in this territory. So much for a good luck.

The monster does not hold himself back and immediately uses its many limbs to take what it wants. Legs latch on to her breasts and ass fast, tearing through the little fabric the elf woman has on, before sinking its sharp claws into her bare skin. She smells even better up close. He begins squeezing at her heavy breasts, playing a cruel game with those sensitive giant balls of breasts. Her scream immediately fills out the entire cave, this time sounding even louder than before. She tries to crawl away from his hold, but there is no escape. He is clearly much stronger than her, and the female elf stands no chance against him.

Serena scratches when she feels the ends of its claws stab into her flesh, embedding itself against her. She thrashes around wildly, more out of the reflex of pain rather than out of the need for survival. While it’s front claws are bleeding out her breasts, playing it around as if she is merely its chew toy, his side legs begin to part her ass cheeks, grabbing a good hold against each lump of tender meat. It’s stinger hisses against her neck, trailing close against her back, before finally tracing down to her back entrance. She can feel the sharp edge of its phallus against her rosebud, and blood drained from her face. Oh Lord, don’t tell her that it’s going to—

Serena screams like never before, so loud and deafening that her throat grows dry and her saliva dripping off the cavern of her mouth. She can not even clasp her mouth close or collect herself, because the pain in her ass is just that unbearable. The scorpion tears into the tightness of her ass, parting her back entrance in ways that her muscles are not meant to. She screams and wails and begs for anything in exchange for this torment to stop, but the creature is too lost in pleasure, or it just plainly does not care. His tail is incredibly huge, as long and thick as her entire leg. It uses its limbs to keep her body still as she shags against its legs, too washed up by the pain to do anything but be tormented.

The monster thrusts its tail so deep into her, she can feel its stinger tickling the very depth of her canal, threatening to spill its venom and kill her on the spot. But maybe that is better compared to having to go through with this. It’s tail is covered by long rounded shells, which alternates to even a bigger size the more it pushes further in. Each inch it takes to reside within her is a tight friction, splitting the sensitive skin of her insides almost immediately, causing a good deal of blood to spill out. Her ass are parted so widely, her bodily sensory needs to cope with pain and numbness, switch on and off like crazy. He is way too huge and sudden. Her body is not prepared at all for the assault, with her being in so much pain that it is a huge wonder how she is still alive. Part of the inner walls are too tender, too helpless against its hard shells that they can not help to be strained this hard that the soft tissues bursts out. Serena screams so loud, it comes as a surprise that she can still make any sound from all that noises she makes until her throat went dry. Still, the scorpion pushes through, wanting to sink all of his length into her.

Her nightmare does not stop there. Once it hits the limit of her asshole, it begins to rock back and forth. Serena’s continues moan of pain is never stopping, occasionally cut through from the pain and need for air. It has not even got all of its phallus inside her yet, but it can compensate from the pleasure of the friction it receives. Each thrust tear up more muscles, drawing out more blood, puncturing the sharp edge of its stringer against the tender flesh of her cavern.

The monster moves frantically, pumping in and out until he reaches its violent release. Serena is waiting for the worst to happen, but instead of being injected by its cold, poisonous venom, it bursts out warm liquid that she is familiar with. No . . . Realization hits her like a ton of bricks. She gets it now. It’s not just it’s tail, but it also serves as its genitalia. It is spilling its seed into her, filling her. Her back entrances is so torn, it might as well leak right into her v****a and womb. She might be dying at this point. A slow, painful death. Cold sweat is covering her body, and her blood turns cold not too long ago. She has no idea which is worst right now. She wonders if he would have been better if it is venom that its stinger spits out, this time, not its semen.

Eventually, she learns that she can reduce the pain if she just stop fighting and clenching her muscles so hard — not that she has that much choice to begin with — but how can she relax through this mind numbing pain? The claws sink even deeper into her skin, tearing the surface and nipping deep. The claws kneed on her breasts mercilessly, each movement leaving more angry red marks on her body. It stabs into her n*****s, allowing a gashing wound to appear wide enough. That is when it’s multitude tentacles begin to appear, travel all across her body and start invading her from the inside out. Apparently tearing into her ass is not only enough. It’s massive tail/c**k is still embedded within her ass while its tentacles start to nuzzling against the open wounds of her breasts, using it as pathways to sink themselves into. The many tentacles are extremely odd, filling her body up in ways that disturbs her the most. If she is not in this deep pain, she would have try something to remove it from her, but even her arms lay limp around her. The tentacles fill her bust vast, causing the balloons on her chest to double and triple in size. She watches in horror as they stroke the sensitive flesh within her, just right under her skin, causing Serena to ache. She wants nothing more than to escape this, but she is helpless against the giant scorpion’s attacks.

The monster fill up her breasts to the point that her bust almost explode from being stretched to the extreme. She can see its many tentacles swimming right underneath her skin, thousands of them, moving like larva. When it finally comes to her ass to be overtaken by these tentacles, the scorpion finally pulls out it’s length from her back entrance. Dry whimper escape from her clasped lips as it starts to retract its massive girth from her canal, her inner muscles barely contracting from the sudden empty gap of her asshole. More tentacles appear from the back side of the monster's body, now coming in various sizes. Some of them are as thick as her arms, while some are as thin as threads. Their individual sizes are nothing compared to its hard-shelled tail, but not when they are thrusted right into her abused asshole right at the same time. She yelps, her body stills when it inserts itself into her.

The many tentacles scowl at every direction as if each of them as a mind of its own, each wave filling up an area that she never knew she ever has. It pushes past her threshold violently, without as much as a warning. White begins to fill out her vision from how much she is in pain. It is beyond . . . anything. The tentacles ram through her digestive system, puncturing boundaries and pushing away organs. She dies with multitude tentacles pouring into her womb and stomach, occupying the space no matter how tight and narrow they might be. Dry tears die in her lifeless eyes, life inching itself from her body. It was just . . . too much. The scorpions mate so violently. Her biology is not built for this type of mating. The scorpion killed her for nothing, but at least it finally earns its long awaited release. It thrusts, shakes and convulses against her dying flesh, before bursting out it’s c*m from every ends of its tentacles form breasts to ass, filling up her body entirely of its spending.

Serena can feel it as its vicious tentacles starting to tear deep into her ass, even going past that. She cries helplessly as his tentacles stabs into her internal organs, tearing up the tender flesh as if she is made out of nothing. Its tentacles are silent, but deadly. She withers in pain, coughing up blood as its tentacles start ripping apart her stomach to make more room, tearing down her guts like she is made out of cotton. It’s many tentacles are thin like treads, but sharp like needles when it is necessary. She starts to cough up more blood, not being able to keep up with breathing anymore when it finally gets to her lungs, puncturing the fatal organ. It does not matter though, as she is ready dying anyway. Not even a sound is made from her throat as it tears her insides to pieces, making even more room for it’s many tentacles to rain out and pour right into her body.

Her body drops down to the cold hard floor of its nest once the creature is done. It leaves her there, not giving a single care of what it has done. Once it has earns its release, the scorpion loses its interest on her. Her torn up body lies out nicely, blood and c*m covering her from head to toe like a canvas. Some of her inner flesh are pulled out in the process when it retracts its limbs, namely the way the inner walls of her pink n****e entrance popping out, staying right inside out since the muscles are starting to stiffen. When the tentacles embedded in her back entrance are pulled out, her rosebud puckers out long and thoroughly, causing some of the inner walls to lie out there in the open.

It still remembers the way the female’s organ start to fail her. It was beautiful. It held the slowly throbbing heart in its tentacles, watching as the life is driven out of her body as she starts to weaken out really bad. Then, one moment it was beating, the second it was not. It just stopped abruptly. It can recall this as its many other tentacles are filling up other areas of her body, swimming through her warm blood. It favors her warmth, being a cold blooded and all. It latches into her body for as deep as it can, for as long as her weakening state allows it to. If only the female is much more sustainable. It favors this sensation, and then the monster makes up its mind to find something like her once more, so that it can go through this pleasant experience once more. It hopes that the next one can last as long as this one, or even performing even much better.

Since it does not wish to waste a perfectly good meat, it begins eating her flesh. It thinks that she is already dead when it begins inserting her body into it’s mouth, until a ghost of whimper escapes from her bleeding lips. It ignores her though. It matters not whether she is still alive or not. The monster devours her alive, swallowing her body bit by bit. It uses its tongue to defile her one last time, parting her already used asshole with ease. It likes the taste of her blood, still warm still despite being so close to death. It begins chewing on her legs, before it gets to her tender ass, slightly hard waist, and then eventually her humongous breasts. They have shagged thanks to it’s continues abuse. It really did not hold back when it screwed her breasts up, tearing, jarring and expanding her to the point that those bubbles could have popped at any given second. It now lies loosely against its throat, so much different from how firm and full it was before.

When it finally gets to her head, it crashed her skulls completely, recalling the way he had inserted his tentacles through her mouth and nose, gagging and blocking her airway in a way that causes her body to go into a frenzy state. It had created a nice convolution against its limbs, and it had only encouraged the creature to defile her even more. His tentacles reached even the deepest depth of her body, going as far as touching her brain. It was not enough that the creature had to use up her body and entering her from every holes it could find. It also had to f**k her mind up completely. She probably had no idea what horrid thing had occurred to her when she could start feeling her brain being played about like toys. The tentacles had made sure to touch every inch of her, including the very muscles of her brain. It felt strange for her, but then again the female elf was already dying at that point.