Okay well while I'm figuring out what I'm doing in regards to migration and client and all that I made this account to post a small novella's worth of tentacle porn and *damnit I'm gonna post a small novella's worth of tentacle porn.*

**Author's Note: This is a test scene, one of two test scenes, for a possible novel/erotic short series of monsterfucking and/or tentacle fun, details to be determined.***

[A note on triggers: This story involves the use of mental powers in a sex scene, tentacles consensually used for sex, restraint, extreme orgasm denial, anal play, degradation, and fantasy/magic elements. It also involves direct reference to a trans woman’s anatomy. There will be a series of 3 lines before the actual sex scene starts so those who wish to stop for bottom dysphoria reasons can do so before that scene.]

[Context: Concept from ages ago I’ve revived. Under a different name, Lytul was a powerful sorceress that was lost deep beneath the earth before she was turned into a Phreneform, a member of a psionic hive mind with tentacles. She adopted the name Lytul, was controlled by the hive mind until she broke free, and is now waging a war against both the Phreneforms that controlled her and an order of Paladins that sees her as a massive threat. Chessa is one of those Paladins. Recently, Lytul captured Chessa during a battle…and then after a long conversation, let Chessa go so she could lead a group of humans Lytul had freed to safety. Now, Chessa has sought out Lytul again, delving into the Lowerlands to find the strangely alluring monster…]

To say Chessa’s heart was pounding would be an understatement. It was a battering ram at this point, threatening to burst free from her chest. Two of the creatures circled her. They looked like overly large cats covered in a sleek, black exoskeleton. Chessa took a step, and one of the creatures hissed.

“I must admit, it’s not often someone returns after I release them.”

The voice was smooth as silk and as friendly as a thrown dagger. It sent shivers down Chessa’s spine. She told herself it was just fear, but the sensation had too many layers to just be fear. There was something stirring in her. “Stay out of my head,” Chessa growled.

A shadow detached itself from a stalagmite and flowed across the floor towards Chessa. The two creatures parted to let it pass as the shadow pulled itself up off the floor, taking the loose outline of a woman.

Lytul stepped out of the shadowy mass, and Chessa once again felt that mixture of thrill and fear. There was an old stereotype that sorceresses were all beautiful - a stereotype grounded in reality, for working with that type of arcane magic gradually reshaped your body based on how you wished you appeared. Chessa could see the outline of the human Lytul had once been, a tall woman with faint, elegant curves and piercing golden eyes that marked her power.

Phreneformation should have made her hideous. It hadn’t. Lytul’s complexion was a light blue that no human’s skin had ever been, and it flowed naturally into a deep green at her arms and legs and the six tentacles that flowed from her back. Her hair was made of bright red tendrils that writhed like anemones, and her lips were the color of spilled blood.

For a moment, Chessa forgot to be terrified of the woman in front of her. Then Lytul scowled, and Chessa remembered fear. “I must have misheard you,” Lytul said, purring the words. “Certainly you didn’t come into my domain and give me a command?”

Chessa’s mouth went dry. “I…merely meant…” Chessa licked her lips.

Lytul’s expression softened just a fraction. “You meant you were a Paladin of the Crescent Moon,” she said. With the words, one of her tentacles reached forward, tracing the emblem on Chessa’s gleaming armor. Even though Chessa couldn’t feel the touch through the solid steel, she shivered. “You are used to giving commands and having them obeyed. Am I correct?”

Mutely, Chessa nodded.

“That may work in your cities, Paladin. But in my domain, there is only one command that matters. And it is mine.” Lytul eyed her up and down. “I am not in your head. The resistances of a paladin would make it impossible for me to enter without your consent or through so much power it would be blatant. So your command was not only unwanted, but misplaced.”

“I…apologize,” Chessa said. “I just wanted to-” Lytul raised an eyebrow, and her tentacles started to writhe behind her in annoyance. Chessa swallowed hard, the tried again. “I was hoping you would be so generous as to grant me an audience.”

That made Lytul’s lips curve slightly. A smile. “After so many battles with your order, it’s fascinating to see one of you speaking to me as though I am an equal.” Her eyes flared gold. The two cat insects scurried away, obeying some unspoken command from their mistress. “Tell me, Chessa. Do you see me as an equal?”

A test. It had to be a test. There was an undercurrent to the question. “May I be honest?”

Lytul cocked her head. “I would prefer it.”

“I don’t know what I see you as. I don’t know what you are. Not really. You…I wasn’t sent down here to fight you. Just deal with a Phreneform presence. They would have sent a battalion if they knew it was you.” Chessa paused to breathe. Everything had come out in a single rush. “And then you…let me go. With those people. Saving them from Phreneformation. And it was confusing and you confuse me and I-” Chessa clamped her mouth shut as she realized what she had been about to say.

“Go ahead,” Lytul said. The purr was back in her voice, but now there was a note of…curiosity? Warmth? Hunger? Some combination of them. “Finish that thought.”

“I- that is to say-” Chessa felt her cheeks redden. “If you truly can’t influence my mind without my knowledge, I cannot explain the dreams I’ve had of you!”

Lytul chuckled, stepping forward, and placed one hand against Chessa’s armor. Right over where Chessa’s breast would be if she was uncovered. “Dreams that embarrass a paladin?” Lytul said gently. “Oh that would be a sight to see. Perhaps open your mind and let me take a peak?”

Chessa took a deep breath, regaining her composure some. “I didn’t come down here to discuss those. I want to understand you better. So I can try and convince the Order that…you might not be the threat we thought you were.”

“Oh,” Lytul said. She leaned in, pressing her hands against Chessa’s armor, and Chessa felt her heart start to race. For a moment it looked like the woman would kiss her, but she drifted slightly to the side, so her lips were right next to Chessa’s ear. Close enough that every word meant Lytul’s lips brushed against the lobe. “I am every bit that threat.”

Now it was undeniable. Stirring in Chessa couldn’t be ignored anymore. The grace of the Crescent Goddess had changed Chessa greatly, freeing her of much of the shackles her birth body had placed on her, but that goddess did not take anything away, only added more. Fat deposits had moved around, muscles had become softer, body hair grew back slower.

But the physical effects of Lytul’s presence made Chessa very glad that armor didn’t bulge.

“I can hear your breathing,” Lytul said. One of the tentacles came up, caressing Chessa’s chin and lifting her head back, as Lytul took a small nibble out of Chessa’s earlobe. The sudden sensation made Chessa weak at the knees, and she nearly lost her balance.

“I… um…” Chessa’s mind was blanking on anything approximating human speech. She could feel the tentacles at the claps of her armor now. Was Lytul going to strip her, right here in the cave?

“Go on,” Lytul said. “Use. Your. Words.”

The sentence was punctuated by Chessa’s breastplate falling to the cave, and Chessa shuddered. “What are you doing to me?” Chessa asked.

“Teasing you,” Lytul said. She stepped back, and Chessa nearly groaned from her sudden absence. “And nothing more.”

“What?” Chessa asked. “You…that was just a game?”

Lytul shook her head. “I don’t play games, Paladin. But that is as far as things go. Unless…”

“Unless?” Chessa asked, hating how eager she sounded the moment the words left her lips.

“You say you didn’t come here for that. Which means you haven’t consented to anything.” Lytul looked Chessa up and down, then held out her hand. One of the tentacles placed Chessa’s sword in Lytul’s grasp, and Chessa swore. She’d been so distracted that she’d missed the real purpose of Lytul’s touch - now Chessa was unprotected and disarmed. “I will destroy any threat to me,” Lytul said. “But I will not take what is not freely given. And you’re in no state to give anything freely, poor dear. Your hungers will direct your words.”

“Are you going to kill me?” Chessa asked.

“No,” Lytul said. “If I was, you would already be dead.” She held out her hand, and shadows reached for Chessa. “Don’t resist. I am going to take us somewhere more comfortable. And you can have that audience you so desired.”

Darkness swallowed them.

Moments later, Chessa could see again. They were in a lavishly decorated cave - one that had been worked and reshaped by some power, be it arcane or psionic, but a cave nonetheless. Yet in here Lytul had placed chairs and tapestries and ornamentation and even shelves of books. “My home,” Lytul said, flicking her wrist. A carpet rolled out to cover much of the stone floor. “You are the first sapient mind to see it and live to tell the tale.”

“I want to know why.” Chessa said. Blurted, really. “Tell me. Why am I the one you spared?”

“In due time,” Lytul said. “But first I must know that you understand your place. That sounded awfully like a command.”

Chessa flinched at the sudden ice in the other woman’s voice. “I-I-” Chessa swallowed hard. Goddess, how could this woman annihilate her confidence with a simple shift in tone.

“Kneel,” Lytul said. Her voice held such a firm command that Chessa didn’t fully register the word before dropping. Chessa realized her knees were touching the carpet before realizing she’d done as Lytul demanded without a second thought. “Good girl.”

That sent a charge of electricity through Chessa, but she fought it back. She had to regain some control of the situation. “I apologize for the command, but…may I stand? Now that you’ve proven your point, that you are the one in control?”

Lytul regarded her for a minute. “No.” When Chessa’s eyes widened in shock, Lytul continued. “You forget your place, Paladin. So it’s best you stay there. To help you remember. If you continue to be obedient, I will let you have a pillow for your knees.”

Chessa looked at the floor, anger at the command mingling with a thrill of obedience. “I hope to earn that, then,” Chessa said.

“Much better,” Lytul said. She walked over to Chessa, cupping her chin and lifting her up to look Lytul in the eyes. “Now. I spared you for two reasons. One is that you and I share something in common.”

“We do?” Chessa asked, confusion furrowing her brow.

“We do,” Lytul said. “Although we got there in different ways. I used the arcane to achieve my ideal form. You relied on the gift of the goddess. But we both had to change more extensively than most of our peers.” Lytul chuckled. “Although I changed further still afterwards. No one ever bothered to ask why I changed my name upon my transformation. I suppose it never occurred to anyone I might have two deadnames.”

Chessa nodded slowly. “So you spared me because we’re both trans?”

“No,” Lytul said. “You captured my interest because of that. But I spared you because you are pledged to the Crescent Moon.”

Chessa’s forehead furrowed. “You…what?”

Lytul smiled, and for a moment she looked…human. Not the commanding tentacle goddess of psionics she was now. Just a normal human, looking wistfully into the distance. “I have a fondness for worshippers of that particular deity. Some lingering nostalgia, I suppose.” Lytul shook her head, coming back to reality…but her eyes weren’t as hard and icy as they had been a moment ago. “But on the more practical, the doctrine of your faith is one I feel may be amenable to my cause.”

Now Chessa was thoroughly baffled. “How so?”

“I broke free of the Hive,” Lytul said. “I was able to do so because I was stronger than most. There is a reason it’s so rare for the process to happen to arcanists like myself. But upon breaking free…I’ve contented myself with an ethical existence. That opens areas where we could work together.”

Chessa shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t, dear. I’m not explaining myself.” Lytul considered Chessa for a moment. “You have been quite well behaved. I think I will allow you to sit for this next part of the discussion.” She motioned to a chair.

Chessa eagerly stood to take the seat - only to have the rest of her armor fall away when she stood, leaving her in gambeson and trousers. Lytul’s tentacles had been busy while they spoke. Chessa thought to object…but what good would it do? Instead, she sat.

“I started talking of serious matters to distract you,” Lytul said. “Give you a moment to collect your thoughts, but not give you enough for more serious thoughts to form. Because I was lying when I said there were two reasons I spared you. There were three.”

Chessa cocked her head. “Oh? May I ask the third?”

Lytul smiled. “Because I wanted you,” she said simply.

And all of a sudden, Chessa’s heart was pounding again. “What?”

“I saw it in you while I had you my captive before,” Lytul said. “I saw the way you thrilled when I bound you. I saw the conflict in your eyes. You wanted something. And I think I know what it was.” Lytul walked around behind Chessa’s chair, leaning down so her lips were once again right next to Chessa’s ear. “You wanted this.”

Chessa shuddered. “I…is this more teasing?”

“It doesn’t need to be,” Lytul said, her arms now draping across Chessa’s shoulders. “You need but tell me what you want. You need to tell me what word you’ll utter if you require safety.”

“I can’t…why?” Chessa looked up at Lytul. Her lips were so close now, Chessa could just move her head slightly and they would be lip to lip, and they looked so warm and inviting. “I don’t even know why I want you so badly,” Chessa finally said.

“Oh, that I can tell you,” Lytul said. “But first - consent.”

Chessa nodded. “You have it. But…I can’t say it. I don’t even know the words.”

Lytul nodded. “I can get us a book on the subject, go through it. It’ll take some time but-”

Emboldened, Chessa reached out to grab Lytul’s wrist, and pressed her hand against Chessa’s temple. “Please. Read me,” Chessa said.

Lytul’s eyes widened, and now her breathing quickened. “Oh?” she asked.

“Not my deepest thoughts. Just my desires.” Chessa maintained eye contact with Lytul. “Read what I want, what I say, and what I limit. Can you do that? Can you do it so precisely it’ll be the same as a long, dry discussion on boundaries and what I’m interested in?”

Lytul nodded slowly. “I can. And you consent to me to do so?”

“Please,” Chessa said. “Only enough to detect my boundaries and what I desire, and whatever you need to do to make those desires real.” That last bit was not for Lytul but for her goddess to know how much of the shields Chessa wished to lower. Lytul had been honest before - unless Chessa allowed Lytul in further, the woman could do no more than what Chessa permitted.

And she did rush to do that. Chessa felt…something. A pressure against her temples that vanished almost immediately.

Lytul’s eyes widened. “Such hunger,” she purred. “You wanted to know why. I swear I cannot read that - so let me guess. You had…dalliances in training. The Crescent Moon is an order that excludes men, and so it does attract those non-men who desire non-men. A trans girl in the order isn’t uncommon, but it is rare enough that that - plus your beauty, let us not forget that - made you quite popular.”

Chessa nodded, spellbound.

“But there was something…unfulfilling about them,” Lytul went on. “Like something was missing. No matter how beautiful your partner, no matter how dedicated, there was something that lacked.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Chessa said, regaining some of her senses. “But…I will say the way you looked at me when I was bound? That caught me off guard, how powerful that was.”

Lytul nodded slowly, walking around the chair to once again be face to face with Chessa. The tentacles trailed behind her, curling in the air. “Still, does go with what I thought. See, all time, your lovers, your partners…were fellow paladins and clerics. They were heroes and healers. Saints and saviors.” Lytul bent down towards Chessa, resting her hands on Chessa’s forearms. “But you don’t need a protector, do you? You can guard yourself well.”

Chessa bit her lip. Two of Lytul’s tentacles started to trace their way around her ankles, grabbing them tightly. Two more were moving to her wrists. The desire to struggle against the bonds was strong. Could Lytul overpower her? Chessa desperately wanted the answer to be yes. “Yes,” Chessa said. “I mean, no. I didn’t want a protector.”

“No, you didn’t.” Lytul leaned in further. “You wanted a monster. And do you know why you wanted a monster?”

Chessa shook her head.

“Because you wanted a monster’s hunger.”

And with that last word, Lytul lifted Chessa up, tentacles raising Chessa by her wrists and ankles and waist. Chessa shuddered and reflexes took over, telling her to fight back. In an instant her back was pressed against one of the unyielding cave walls, her limbs pinned to the surprisingly warm stone, and Chessa tried to break free, but the tentacles were firm and strong, tugging back against her motion and holding her in place.

Lytul used the last two tentacles to propel herself across the distance between them, pushing herself up to Chessa so they were mere inches apart, Lytul resting the palm of her hand right over Chessa’s shoulder so she could lean down, lifting Chessa’s chin up to meet her gaze. “I have that hunger,” Lytul said, once again her lips inches away. “And now I know everything you want - and of those things, everything you want me to actually do.” Lytul ran her fingers through Chessa’s long, thick hair - right before she curled her hand into a fist, grasping a fistfull of hair and pulling Chessa’s head back. “You don’t want to be a paladin right now. You want to be a fucking desperate slut.”

“Fuck,” Chessa gasped as the last word in that sentence hit her with more force than anything Lytul had said so far.

“So desperate you followed a monster into her lair,” Lytul said, like Chessa hadn’t spoken. “So desperate you let me strip you of your armor and weapons. I’d say it was…” something crossed Lytul’s eyes. “No, that word isn’t one you’ll want. No. Instead-” Lytul cupped Chessa’s cheek. “Tell me, Chessa. How does it feel to know you’re so hungry for the attentions of a monster, you’d risk everything just for me to treat you like a whore?”

Chessa groaned, trying to find words. “It feels…it feels…” Chessa gasped as Lytul slid her fingers into the neck of the gambeson. “Fuck,” Chessa said. “It feels so fucking good.”

Lytul grinned - and then pulled on the gambeson, shoving it off Chessa in a smooth motion. Chessa tried to break free when the jacket had to go over her arms, but Lytul’s tentacle’s moved like serpents, wrapping around her wrists and pulling her again solidly in place. Chessa once again struggled. Part of her did want to see if she could overpower the other woman.

Part of her wanted to be reminded she couldn’t.

“That’s right,” Lytul said, now tearing Chessa’s final covering, a thin blouse, away. “Fight back. Tell yourself I overpowered you. We both know this is only happening because you’re so desperate to surrender.”

Before Chessa could speak, Lytul finally moved in, her lips pressing against Chessa’s. Chessa moaned as Lytul’s tentacles tugged on her arms and legs again, holding her in place, and Lytul wrapped her legs around Chessa’s waist, holding her in place. Lytul kissed her with the hunger of a monster, and Chessa could feel herself responding to it like nothing she’d experienced before. Whenever Chessa tried to move her head, Lytul’s hand in her hair kept that fixed in place as firmly as her legs and arms were bound by the tentacles.

And there was two more of the appendages. Now Chessa could feel them. Lytul had lowered them to the floor, still standing, still kissing, and the woman’s lower two tentacles were now slowly starting to work their way up Chessa’s legs. Lytul finally released Chessa’s head, moving her lips to Chessa’s neck and starting to kiss downwards. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” Lytul asked, each word punctuated by a kiss or a bite on Chessa’s collarbones.

Chessa shook her head, unable to make words.

“I’m going to keep you here, like this,” Lytul said. “Those tentacles working up your legs? They won’t go inwards to the center. These lips on your throat? They won’t go to your breasts. My hands?” Lytul scraped her nails against Chessa’s side, getting a hiss of pain. “They won’t go to either place.” Lytul moved back up, her lips once again at Chessa’s ear. “And I’m not going to move on to the next part,” she said, slightly gyrating against Chessa, letting Chessa feel her own arousal pressed into Chessa’s leg, “until you are a whimpering, desperate mess.”

An actual whimper escaped Chessa’s lips, and Lytul laughed. “Good girl,” she purred into Chessa’s ear, starting to kiss and lick again. “You know what’s expected.” She moved her lips down, tracing a few light bites against Chessa’s collarbones while her nails dug into Chessa’s side again. Then she started to trace the bites down towards Chessa’s breasts, her nails down towards the panties that were all the clothing Chessa had left, and the tentacles wound their way towards Chessa’s inner thighs…

And then they stopped. Inches away from where Chessa wanted them to be. Lytul grinned when Chessa let out a groan. “Such a fucking slut,” she said, right as she dug in. Her thumbs pressed in to the mound just above Chessa’s most sensitive area while the tentacles on her inner thighs started to suction against her legs, like a dozen kissing mouths mere inches from where Chessa throbbed in her panties with hunger.

Then Lytul lowered her head and started to lick and kiss and bite around Chessa’s breasts. Never quite touching them. Making sure to let hot breath trace Chessa’s chest as Lytul crossed her lips over the nipples, letting Chessa know Lytul could if she wanted to, but was still refusing to give her even the sensation there. Chessa licked her lips. The sensation was almost overwhelming, made all the worse for the denial by proximity. The tentacles on her ankles pulled her legs a bit further apart, spreading them, and Chessa shuddered.

Chessa could feel her body reacting. She started to thrust her hips in the air, desperately hoping to be able to press her groin against her tormentor, but Lytul had been expecting that and was just out of range while the tentacles held Chessa in place. She arched her back, trying to get her nipples into Lytul’s teasing mouth, but Lytul was too fast. Finally, a single word escaped Chessa’s lips.

“Please,” she said.

Lytul pulled her mouth away, moving back up to stare into Chessa’s eyes. “What was that?” she asked, the hunger on her face nearly an inferno.

“Please,” Chessa said again.

“No,” Lytul said.

Chessa groaned and swore. “What do you want from me?” she asked. “What must I do?”

Lytul grinned, pressing her lips against Chessa’s ear as she kept working her hands and tentacles so close to Chessa’s sensitive areas. Two words were whispered there, growled in an animalistic hunger that sent quivers down Chessa’s spine.

“Beg, slut.”

Chessa wasted no time. “Please, I beg of you. Give me some release. Some relief. I’m so desperate. Please.”

“You can do better than that,” Lytul said, kissing Chessa’s neck. “Beg.”

Chessa’s mind raced. “Please, use me for your pleasure,” she said, hoping that was right. There was a spark in Lytul’s next kiss, an added hunger that told Chessa she was on the right track. “Please, use me for your delight.”

That was wrong. Lytul pulled back. “I say it a third time. If I have to say it a fourth, you won’t speak until you’ve endured another half hour of this torment. Fucking beg.”

That hit Chessa hard, and at the same moment she realized what Lytul wanted. “Please, make me your slut!” she half screamed, half pleased. “Use me however you want! Turn me into a fucking whore! Just please, take me.”

Lytul’s ministrations stopped, for just a moment, and she wrapped her fingers into Chessa’s hair. She leaned in, pulling Chessa’s head to the side. “Good slut,” she said, and Chessa could feel herself nearly release just from that phase hissed in her ear. Then Lytul started to lift Chessa up with the tentacles, holding her against the wall. As she did, Lytul hooked her fingers into Chessa’s panties and tore them away. Chessa sprung free, hard as steel, as Lytul pulled the tendrils of her hair into a ponytail.

[Explicit references to sexual organs ahead]

Lytul started to lower her head towards Chessa’s cock, breathing on it, and Chessa tried to thrust reflexively - but the tentacles that had been on her legs were higher up her body now, and Chessa couldn’t move. In fact, those tentacles were worming their way higher. “But you held out,” Lytul said, the words vibrating Chessa’s most sensitive region. “There was one more thing you wanted to beg for, but you stopped yourself.”

In a single, fluid motion, Lytul lowered her mouth and engulfed Chessa’s cock. Chessa moaned as Lytul fully swallowed her, to the point where she could feel her head press into the back of Lytul’s throat. Then Lytul started to pull back - and did so with agonizing slowness. Millimeters at a time. Chessa tried to desperately move, trying to get some more friction, some more motion, but was unable to, not with the iron strength of the tentacles holding her in place.

She popped out of Lytul’s mouth what felt like an eternity later. “For coming so close and holding back,” Lytul said, looking up at Chessa, “I’m going to give you exactly that. So close. Not there. Then you can beg me again, and we’ll see if you’re ready for it then.”

Chessa gasped. “Please-”

Lytul held up a finger. “I told you to beg three times. I think I’ll make it three times that you are taken so close to release.”

Then, without another word, she lowered her mouth back on to Chessa and started to suck frantically. Her fingers gripped Chessa’s ass, digging nails into her flank, and Chessa could feel herself racing towards her completion. She shuddered and gasped, her heart racing. Lytul knew exactly what she was doing - after tormenting Chessa for so long, Chessa was already so desperate for release, it took barely any time for Chessa to be getting close. “So close,” Chessa gasped, unable to stop herself. “Oh fuck. Oh please. Oh please. Oh fuck. I’m almost-”

Lytul pulled back, and Chessa let out a whimper of frustration the moment before the tentacles that had been crawling up her side encircled her breasts. In that half second, they latched onto her tits and the suckers started to tug on them, creating a sensation like a dozen mouths on each breast, all at once. Chessa frantically bucked her hips again, feeling the orgasm so close and yet so far. Lytul looked up at her, grinning at Chessa, and the paladin glared at her - at least, for a fraction of a second before the tentacle suckers on her chest made her moan.

“You can say it,” Lytul said. “You have consent to brat.”

“You fucking bitch,” Chessa said, unable to hold it back - although the last word lost a lot of its spite when one of the tentacle suckers clamped down oner left nipple, making her gasp and moan.

“That’s right,” Lytul said. “I am.” She brought her hands up towards Chessa’s cock, gently tracing her fingers along the side. “And you’re almost mindless. Almost desperate enough to be really fun.” She let Chessa whimper as her fingers started to encircle Chessa’s cock. “I see your other desires, you know,” as she started to stroke, making Chessa moan again, Lytul’s saliva serving as lubricant for the touch. “I see your need for pain. We will fill that hunger in due time, but right now I want to drive you dumb with pleasure. Tomorrow you’ll scream in agony.” Lytul’s hands started to move faster. “Today you’ll scream because you’re a dumb slut who needs to cum.”

There hadn’t been enough time to cooldown between edges. Chessa could feel herself getting close already. But Lytul was relentless. She’d misjudged it. A small part of Chessa felt smug, knowing that she’d get her release early, but mostly she just gasped and writhed against the tentacles holding her in place, getting closer and closer, almost there… Goddess, it was so close now. She held her mouth shut, not wanting to give Lytul any clues of how close she was. Just a few more…

Her eyes widened, and she looked at Lytul, who was giving her a wicked grin. But that wasn’t the worst part. Her eyes were glowing golden with power, “Whatever you need to do to make those desires real,” Lytul said, her tone holding a hint of mockery. “Those were your exact words.”

“What?” Chessa said as Lytul moved her hands faster, the motion making Lytul’s tits bounce enticingly. She kept getting closer and closer, more and more desperate.”

“When you let me into your mind, you gave me absolute freedom to do what I needed to make your desires real,” Lytul said. “Including, in this case, something I just found I could do. Isn’t that fun?” her hand was a blur. Chessa’s body ached from need. “I own your orgasm right now,” Lytul said. “You won’t, no matter what I do.”

Chessa’s eyes widened. “Please, no. Let me cum. Please let me cum.”

“I will,” Lytul said. “But not yet.” She moved her hand faster and faster, and Chessa was on the very edge -

Then Lytul stopped, laughing, and Chessa screamed in desire to cum. She thrashed against her bonds, trying to break free, but the tentacles tugged back. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t resist. Lytul looked up at her, licking her lips. “Beg,” she said.

Chessa did. Every bit of desperation pouring from her lips. “I’m a slut. Use me like one. Make me cum like one. Do whatever you want to me. Make me suck you. Fuck my slutty little ass. Break my mind and make me your toy. Just for the love of fuck let me cum!”

Lytul grinned, tucking a strand of hair back into her ponytail, and dropped her her knees. “Not yet,” Lytul said. “You didn’t ask for it yet.” She moved her mouth towards Chessa’s cock again. “Let’s see how you beg after this.”

She pulled one of the tentacles free of Chessa’s breasts. Chessa had a moment to see the hickies that now covered that part of her body, but the other tentacle moved to cover it - then wrapped around her chest, moving up to her neck to wrap around that as well. It didn’t constrict her throat - just firm enough grasp that she couldn’t move her head much.

The suckers started to suck on her neck and both her breasts right as Lytul lowered her mouth to Chessa’s cock. Chessa groaned, and it was mere moments before she was back near the edge. Lytul was going all out. She used her hands as well this time, playing with Chessa’s balls and stroking where her mouth wasn’t touching. Chessa could barely think, she was in such a haze of lust. Could barely process anything other than the sensations coursing through her body as the other tentacles wound their way more inwards, adding more kissing and sucking along her arms and legs and inner thighs, like Chessa was surrounded by hungry mouths. She was so close and yet knew she’d never reach, not as long as Lytul used her power.

Then she felt the tentacle Lytul had pulled away from her breasts. Teasing the edge of Chessa’s asshole. Chessa bucked, and even she didn’t know if she was trying to get away or trying to get it inside her. Lytul waited just a moment, still reading Chessa’s desires, and the same moment Chessa realized she did want this was the moment Lytul started to work the thick tentacle into Chessa, finding her prostate and latching onto it.

It was like Chessa had been struck by lightning. She arched her back, she screamed, she could feel the beginning of the orgasm - and it didn’t come. She didn’t cum. She couldn’t. Not until Lytul allowed it.

Lytul owned her orgasm. She owned Chessa’s desires. “I don’t know what to beg for!” Chessa said, nearly in tears for the need for release. “Mistress! Please, I’ll do anything.”

Lytul pulled her mouth back, keeping her hands working. “Good slut, remembering mistress there. And you said anything?”

Chessa mewled and nodded.

“I don’t want to let you cum,” Lytul said, “I want to lock away your orgasms as I tease and use you. I’ll fuck you daily and suck you twice a day. Minimum. I’ll show you all the pain you’ve been craving. Nothing you say will persuade me to give you release, save your safeword. I’ll keep you here as long as it amuses me. Nothing you say will persuade me to give you release, save your safeword. But you don’t want to use that, do you?”

Chessa shook her head. “I don’t,” she said, gasping the word.

“No, you don’t.” The tentacle in Chessa’s ass started to writhe more, and Chessa nearly came again, but Lytul hadn’t let go. “You want to be so slutbrained you’re completely unable to think. Just a dumb, mindless slut. A vessel for my hungers.”

Cheeks flushed read with desire, Chessa nodded.

“Then beg for it,” Lytul said. “Beg for me to lock away your orgasm and deny you for days. Prove to me you’re such an orgasm hungry slut you’ll sacrifice what could be days or weeks or months of your ability to fucking think just for one, tiny bit of release.”

“Please!” Chessa said, not even thinking. “Don’t. I don’t want to cum. I want to be more of a slut. More mindless. More desperate. God I want a tentacle in every hole driving me wild. I want you to strip away my dignity. Make me your brainless slut. Please!”

“Good girl,” Lytul said, once again going to her knees. “Once the haze clears, once your mind starts working again…remember the next period of your life was one you begged for. Now. Three. Two.”
Instead of the last word, Lytul plunged Chessa’s cock into her mouth, and the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had ripped through her body, drawing a scream from her lips that echoed off the cave walls. The strength nearly let her break free of the tentacles - nearly, but not enough. She was held firmly in place as she came, shuddering.

Chessa collapsed against the wall, panting and shaking in the aftershocks. “Goddess,” she said. “You’re going to…what did I agree to…” she trailed off.

Lytul hadn’t stopped. The tentacles suctioning her body were still working. The one in her ass was still teasing her prostate. And Lytul was sucking merrily away. She looked up at Chessa from her knees, and Chessa had never imagined someone kneeling could look so sadistic.

She heard Lytul’s voice in her mind. Such a dumb slut, Lytul said. You didn’t even think to beg for how long you’d get to wait before the next edge.

Chessa groaned and gasped…and a little laugh escaped her lips. One of joy. “Thank you, Mistress,” she said. “For teaching me - oh fuck - how to be a slut.”

Oh, you’re very welcome. Lytul chuckled, the vibrations doing interesting things to Chessa. But I haven’t taught you how to be a slut.

This was just the first lesson.

The next orgasm was building slowly, but Chessa didn’t try to fight it. Just the first lesson?

She could barely wait for the second.

**PART 2**

[Content Warning: if you haven’t read the content warning on the first test scene, do so here. The same rules apply as last time - anything that is preceded by **** is going to have explicit mention of transfemme genitals without shying away from it, the rest of the scene will only imply. Characters have had extended negotiations between scenes and both are fully consenting to what happens.]

Command had had questions when Chessa returned to the surface. The kind of questions that couldn’t easily be answered with the truth. When a high ranking Paladin asked “where have you been for the last several days?” anyone with half a brain would not answer with “being edged into the point of being completely mindless by the tentacle creature I was supposed to be hunting.” At least, not if you wanted to avoid ugly words like heretic and traitor.

Five days. It had been five days underground. Five days where Lytul had mercilessly teased and fucked Chessa, all while psionically blocking Chessa’s ability to orgasm. The memories of the time were a blur, really, a pleasant blur of lust and sex and need.

And then…

—-

Chessa was moaning before she was awake. Her brain wasn’t fully active, just a wave of lust washing over her. It was dark in this cave - Lytul sometimes forget she couldn’t see in the dark, and sometimes deliberately left the lights off so Chessa would have no idea where the next touch was coming from. It didn’t matter. Chessa was so turned on already that she could practically feel Lytul playing with her nipples.

A pinch, and Chessa felt a thrill run through her. No practically about it. She shifted - and that’s when she felt the pressure on her wrists and ankles. Lytul’s four dominant tentacles, pinning Chessa in place. Chessa gasped, her heart racing, her brain still trying to catch up. She was squirming now, and Lytul reached down and took Chessa’s tits roughly in her hands. “You know,” Lytul said, purring in Chessa’s ear. The touch and sound brought another moan from Chessa’s lips, “I could make you wake up with a much foggier head some time. So you don’t remember I’m here, not at first. Let that panic sink in.”

Chessa’s heart started to race, and she bucked her hips involuntarily.

“Mmmm. Maybe later,” Lytul moved her mouth to Chessa’s neck and started to gently kiss her way up, until she was nibbling on Chessa’s ear. While she did, the two tentacles she had left floating moved down, and Chessa could feel the suckers on them start to cover her tits. Pulling on them like a dozen little mouths. “Tonight’s our last morning together for a bit,” Lytul muttered between nipples.

That was an shock that threatened to break the headspace. Not shatter it completely. Five days of denial and Lytul’s stimulation were preventing that. But still, she wanted to talk-

Lytul pulled back, and the tentacles withdrew. The light came up. There were other advantages to hooking up with a tentacle monster. Like not even needing to voice your needs. The bed they were in was luxurious, satin sheets and a mattress so soft Chessa felt like she was melting into it. Lytul sat next to her, popped up on one arm, her breasts right there. Chessa could lean over and kiss them if she really-

“Down, girl,” Lytul said, and that phrase gave Chessa another thrill. “You wanted to talk.”

Chessa nodded. “I have to go?” she asked.

“I have to go,” Lytul said. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone.” She stretched languidly, her body on full display. “You can stay here if you want, my obedient little pet awaiting my return…but you don’t know how to get back to the surface, and I can’t guarantee a return before you run out of food and water.”

“Sorry,” Chessa said, biting her lip. “The obedient little pet part may have…pulled a few of my levers.”

Lytul let out a throaty chuckle. “I’m so glad to hear it, it was supposed to.”

Chessa savored the idea a little bit longer, but it was easy to break the headspace. Suspiciously slow. “You’re suppressing my arousal,” she said to her…what was Lytul to her?

“I am,” Lytul said. “It seemed like the only way we could have an intelligent conversation. Don’t worry. I’m storing it all up. When I let go of the block it’ll be like a damn has burst.”

Chessa’s heart pounded. “Oh.”

Lytul bent down and kissed her on the lips. Her lips felt almost exactly like the suckers of the tentacles. It was heavenly. A vision of being forced to kiss the tentacles, making out with each sucker in turn, all the way down the length until she was begging for them to-

“Focus,” Lytul whispered, and Chessa felt the idea vanish, stashed away where Lytul was keeping her arousal. “We can have fun when we’ve talked.”

Chessa nodded. “So we say goodbye today.”

“Tomorrow,” Lytul said. “We have today as our last day of carnal delights. Tomorrow in the morning, we say goodbye.”

“For how long?” Chessa asked, sitting up now. The sheets clung to Chessa’s form, outlining her curves. Curves she’d worked so hard for, the curves she’d developed over years of transition. The gender affirmation of sitting in bed with a beautiful woman, sheets clinging to her form, was not new to Chessa. It never lost its luster.

“I don’t know,” Lytul said plainly. “Your Order is making movements here beneath the ground. Hunting me and mine. I’ve been directing the battles but my direct power is needed.”

“I haven’t seen you direct anything,” Chessa said, her forehead furrowing.

“No, you haven’t,” Lytul said. “But I’ve created a…there’s no real term for it. A partition in my mind. That part of me has been controlling the battle while I’m awake, and while my body sleeps my full brain takes direct control. But there’s a new creature, something I believe is working from your Order. I cannot sense it. I must see it myself.”

“And that will pull you away.” Chessa sighed. Lytul’s eyes drifted towards Chessa’s figure, and a small part of Chessa smiled. It was nice seeing a dominant woman nakedly lust for her. “Are you in danger from it?”

“I am the most powerful mortal being on this world right now,” Lytul said dismissively. “Whatever they have found, it can block my powers at a distance. But unless one of the gods has set foot upon this world, no single creature can threaten me.”

Chessa didn’t know if that was true. It sounded like arrogance. But Lytul was so certain, and Chessa could attest that Lytul was extremely powerful.

Still, Lytul sensed the doubt. “I exaggerate,” Lytul admitted. “Dragons can threaten me. Some of the Deep Spawn match my power. The Eldermind could overpower me. Older Liches, Archlocks of the Sable tower… one on one I would win, but in concert they could threaten me. But any of those would sooner allow me into their minds for total domination than work with paladins.”

“That I can believe,” Chessa said, feeling some of the tension fade. “So…we go our separate ways.”

“For now,” Lytul said. She ran a finger on Chessa’s arm, and a shiver echoed the feeling along Chessa’s spine. “I know the question you wish to ask. Ask it.”

“Is this parting forever?” Chessa blurted out.

“It need not be,” Lytul said. “Not if you don’t wish it. I…have enjoyed your company during your lucid periods more than I expected. And you’re such fun when you’re desperately whimpering and begging to be released.”

Chessa stirred at that, and the sheets took on a new bump. “Oh yeah?”

“Indeed.” Lytul grinned. “You wondered earlier what we were to each other. If you wish it, there are many terms we could explore. I could be your partner. Your mistress. Your owner. Perhaps more.”

“Fuck,” Chessa said quietly. Some of those words had hit buttons.

Lytul laughed that throaty laugh. “We can consider, and discuss when next we meet. For now… you’ve been so patiently waiting for your release. Would you like it?”

At that, the wave of suppressed lust hit Chessa, and she moaned as her heart started racing and her breathing went wild. She was once again on day five of not being allowed to cum, and she was once again the horniest she’d ever been in her life. It wasn’t the same as being on the edge, it was just a desperate hunger to be taken to that edge all over again - and then finally pushed off it.

The storm subsided and Chess was still horny, but able to speak and think. For now. “Please,” Chessa said, finally managing to find her voice.

“If you’re sure that’s what you want,” Lytul said. She grinned. “I’m going to give you a choice later on. You may end up choosing denial.” Her tentacles lashed out, lightning fast, latching onto Chessa’s wrists and ankles. Before Chessa could do more than gasp, Lytul was rolling over. Lifting Chessa into the air. “You may beg for it. It’ll amuse me either way.”

Chessa stared down at her, at the beautiful tentacled woman laying beneath her, holding Chessa aloft in the air. She started to struggle, staring at Lytul. “I…would be shocked if I want more denial.”

Lytul reached up and touched Chessa’s face. “We’ll see.” Then she lowered her hand. Lytul’s two remaining tentacles snaked out. One moved towards Chessa’s breasts. The other moved lower, winding down her stomach, towards her most sensitive area. Chessa readied herself for the pleasure as the tentacles moved in…

…and waited. She looked down. The tentacles were hovering over her skin, so close Chessa could nearly feel them…

“Look. At. Me.”

The sudden command from Lytul snapped Chessa’s attention back towards her. Lytul licked her teeth. “Good girl. You want my tentacles? You want to feel them on your tits and in your ass and engulfing your crotch?” Lytul’s hands went up to her own breasts. She was so hungry at the thought she was playing with her own tits.

“Please,” Chessa moaned, and then she bucked, trying to get the tentacles to touch her. Lytul was too quick, keeping them out of range.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Lytul said, and then she moaned as she pinched her nipples between her fingers. “Oh that feels so good. But no. You’re not getting touched yet.” She took her left hand away, and slowly lowered Chessa’s head towards that breast. “Perhaps I let you please me instead.”

Chessa opened her mouth, ready to kiss and lick and suck…and found her descend stopped. Just out of reach.

Lytul put her hand back and began to play with her tits again. “No,” she said. “Not yet.”

Chessa whined. Actually whined, she couldn’t help it. She needed to touch or be touched, but outside the tentacles holding her aloft she didn’t even have a firm surface touching her.

“So needy,” Lytul said. She licked her lips again, and her hips started to buck as she built up her own hunger. “So desperate. Do you want me to use you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Chessa said. “Please.”

“Then fucking beg, slut.”

The words hit Chessa like an almost physical thing. As Lytul’s hands worked over her ample tits, as Chessa tried again to get the tentacles to touch her, the begging spilled from her lips. “Please, Mistress,” she said, looking into Lytul’s eyes. “Use me. Use my mouth to please your tits. Treat my mouth like your toy. Use me like a toy. Do whatever you want to me. I am your slut, please use me.”

Lytul grabbed the back of Chessa’s hair with her hand and pulled Chessa’s face up to hers. “Why should I?”

Chessa swallowed hard, hunger roiling through her. She didn’t know exactly what Lytul wanted, but the last few days had given her some feel for the other woman - that and also Chessa loved this part. “Because you’re horny, and you shouldn’t need to pleasure yourself. I’m the easiest outlet for your desires. Use me because you can.”

Lytul pulled her in for a kiss, and Chessa moaned as their lips touched. Lytul’s hand was still in her hair, and she held Chessa’s lips to hers for a few moments longer as they kissed, and Lytul’s free hand continued self exploration. Soon she was moaning into Chessa’s mouth in return, then she pulled Chessa’s head back abruptly. “Good slut,” she whispered, and the tentacles pulled on Chessa, moving her down towards Lytul’s tits. “You know what to do.”

Indeed Chessa did. Lytul liked her tits played with roughly. Chessa clamped her lips down firmly and started to suck as hard as she could, drawing a deep groan from Lytul’s lips. “So obedient,” Lytul said, lust making her voice husky. “Such a good little whore. I love your desperation.”

Chessa was passed back and forth between Lytul’s tits, being held overhead the entire time, squirming against the tentacles that held her aloft. Chessa was starting to go a bit feral from the lack of touch, with only the still cave air touching most of her body. She ached for the tentacles to touch her, for Lytul’s hands, and she would have begged if not for Lytul’s moans as Chessa sucked and kissed her tits and-

The throaty groan of pleasure as one of the tentacles finally grabbed her tits was instinctive, as was the way she bucked her hips. The other tentacle latched onto her ass. Their length let the appendages grab both sides at the same time, and moments later a fresh wave of sensation coursed through Chessa’s touch deprived body as the suckers started to do their work.

Lytul was returning the intensity Chessa had been bringing to Lytul’s breasts. The suckers were pulling as hard as they could, and Chessa knew she’d be covered by rows of hickies like dozens of mouths at once. She moaned, gasping, lost in the sensation when-

SMACK

The flat of Lytul’s hand across her cheek was unexpected, and stirred something deep in Chessa, a need to obey. “Did I tell you to stop sucking my tits, slut?”

“No, Mistress,” Chessa said, and then moved her mouth back down before Lytul needed to command her to. Lytul lifted her up and away.

“Too late,” Lytul said. She used the tentacles grabbing Chessa’s legs to move the legs together, then wrapped one tentacle around both ankles, holding Chessa’s legs together. She kept Chessa floating in the air, kept using the suckers on her tits, as Lytul pulled Chessa’s legs inwards until Chessa had no choice but to bend her knees, forcing the paladin-turned-slut into a pose where she was being held overhead still - but now with her legs folded, exposing her ass. “You need to remember what you are.”

Then her tentacle came down, slapping into Chessa’s ass like a whip. The crack filled the cave and caught Chessa off guard, drawing a whimper of pain from her lips. The other tentacle came down on the other side, and the entire time the one on her tits continued to pull and suck.

SMACK.

The tentacles fell again, harder now. Chessa had seen what Lytul’s full strength was capable of. The monsterous woman could crush rocks in her grip. If she wanted to break Chessa, she could. Instead, she hit exactly as hard as Chessa could stand, taking Chessa up to the limits of her pain tolerance. Between each blow, the tentacle that was across her tits did it work, and Chessa was bucking and sensation was building and

“Scream,” Lytul commanded.

Chessa was glad for the command, because she would have done so anyway. Scream of pain and need ripped from her lungs like a physical thing, the kind of scream that wracks your entire body as it pulls through you. It was not the release of an orgasm, but it was a kind of release in its own way. She screamed, and tears streamed down her face, and the sensations continued and she was shaking and her throat was going sore.

Then something in Chessa’s mind shifted as the scream died down. She was floating, both literally on the tentacles and mentally as the sensation washed over her.

The first time this had happened, she’d thought it was Lytul’s psionic influence. Now, she knew better. Lytul called it subspace, a comforting haze of endorphins your brain released. And now, riding waves of pleasure and pain, Chessa hit that space again, and she didn’t think at all. Everything happening to her body was both distant and intimate, the sound of waves on a beach manifested in the tentacles beating her ass and sucking on her tits. There was no thought here, only mindless need and desperate obedience.

If Lytul told Chessa, right now, that she was going to permanently lock away Chessa’s orgasms, Chessa would agree to it. Lytul had said she’d never try anything new while Chessa was in subspace, because even her subconscious mind couldn’t adequately function to consent.

Seconds, minutes, hours, Chessa didn’t know how long the subspace lasted. She knew only she was being lowered onto the sheets, that the headspace was breaking, that she was panting, that tears were still streaming down her face, and that she was far more aroused than she ever imagined possible and in far too much pain to do anything about that. Lytul pulled her close, gently wrapping her arms around Chessa. “Shhh,” she said, stroking Chessa’s hair. “It’s all right.”

Chessa whined, unable to speak.

“Do you still want that release?”

Chessa moaned and nodded, her hips moving of their own accord, grinding against Lytul’s leg.

“Good girl,” Lytul said. “I’m so proud of you. You did such a good job taking that beating.” She gently stroked Chessa’s hair. “Let’s get you verbal again, let’s get your headspace functioning. And then?” She stroked a finger down Chessa’s cheek. “Then I’m going to break you with pleasure instead of pain.”

If not for Lytul holding her orgasm back, Chessa might have released from the sheer hungry terror that coursed through her there.

The soft kisses and cuddles were nice, the gentle touches and soothing words. Lytul was a master of the craft, making sure to add just enough teasing to the mix that Chessa didn’t fully lose the headspace while she slowly regained the ability to speak and think. Once she thought she was ready, she kissed Lytul. “If you want to use me more, I can take it,” she whispered in Lytul’s ear.

“Good,” Lytul said. “And…am I reading your thoughts right? Is that what you wanted?”

Chessa nodded, as clear headed as possible. She wanted one very specific thing right now. If this was how she released, she knew exactly what she hoped for.

Lytul looked into her eyes, and Chessa returned the gaze. Lytul’s eyes were so alien, yellow and with a strange pupil, but right now they were unmistakably soft and caring and full of respect and…pride. She was proud of Chessa.

Then her gaze hardened, and that was the only warning Chessa got. She pulled Chessa’s head back roughly. “Pathetic,” she growled, and Chessa gasped as her headspace shifted. “Did you really think what you wanted mattered?”

Chessa’s heart raced. “I-I didn’t think-” she stammered, the fear hitting her arousal and mingling with it.

Lytul’s tentacles grabbed her roughly, and Chessa was flung to the side, slamming into the wall just hard enough for her to feel it. Lytul was getting out of bed, moving slowly, her gaze cold as a glacier. “No, you didn’t,” she said. “You didn’t fucking think.”

“I-“ Chessa said, and that was all she got out before Lytul slapped her open palm across the cheek. Chessa tried to reach for her cheek to grab it, a reflexive motion, but Lytul’s tentacles held her arms, denying her even that comfort.

“When I want you to speak, I’ll tell you. Do you understand?”

Chessa opened her mouth, then froze. She sat there for a moment, frozen between wanting to obey by answering the question and wanting to obey by not speaking without permission.

Lytul grabbed her by the chin, pushing her head back roughly. “Did you forget you could nod? Is that it? You’re so desperately slutbrained you forgot about nodding?”

Chessa tried to nod. Lytul’s grip was like a vise, but she felt the attempted motin.

“You really are a dumb slut,” Lytul said. “And you think you’re worth an orgasm? Speak.”

“I-I am so… desperate.” Words were hard. Chessa was dropping into surrender so quickly. Everything. Everything she wanted. “Please. Please let me cum.”

That earned her another slap. “Why the fuck,” Lytul said, her voice filled with cold fury “did you think I was talking about your orgasm? Speak.”

“Because I’m a dumb slut,” Chessa cried out. “Because I am so desperate I forgot my place!”

“At least you can get that right,” Lytul said, contempt lacing her words. “So tell me again - why should I waste an orgasm on you? Speak.”

“Because you’re already hard,” Chessa said. “You need to cum. Why shouldn’t-why shouldn’t you use your toy when you get off?”

Lytul’s hand came up to Chessa’s cheek, but this time it was a gentle caress. “See?” Lytul said. “Things are better when you remember your place. And where is that place? Speak.”

“Beneath you,” Chessa said reflexively. “I am beneath you. Any pleasure I gain is a side effect of your own.”

“It’s good that you remember that,” Lytul said. “I do have a war to conduct, however. I don’t have time to waste on desperate little sluts that need to be taught a lesson.”

Chessa opened her mouth, but caught herself. Lytul hadn’t said speak.

The other woman’s eyes flashed in amusement. “I could, however, do with some music,” she said idly. One of Lytul’s free tentacles grabbed something for her. A stone slab. “I can use this,” she said. “To focus my powers on the battlefield better. Which is what’s important right now - at least, compared to a needy whore.”

Chessa nodded to show she understood.

“And to be clear - there’s no fighting right now. I’m just moving some troops around.” Lytul shrugged. “But it sounds more interesting right now. You are going to provide background music. Do you understand? Speak.”

“I-I do,” Chessa said. “May I…say something else?”

“For knowing your place and asking, you may,” Lytul said.

“I can’t sing.”

Lytul rolled her eyes. “Who the fuck said anything about singing? I wanted music.”

*********[Explicit genital references beyond this point]

And with that last word, one of Lytul’s tentacles came up, right between Chessa’s legs. It molded itself to Chessa’s body, suckers latching onto her balls and cock, while the tip of the tentacle folded inwards, exploring the edge of her anus. It started to squirm against her entrance, not pushing in, just teasing.

Chessa let out a moan of pleasure.

“There we go,” Lytul said. “You can provide music. Although I think the acoustics will be better if I move you over here.”

Chessa was raised into the air by the tentacles on her arms and legs, while the one between her legs did its work. It felt like there were a dozen mouths down there, kissing her cock and licking her testicles, lapping gently at the tip and running firmly down her shaft. The tip at her back was like a tongue, exploring the rim of her ass, sometimes just barely pushing inwards as a promise of what was to come.

The sounds coming out of her were nearly animalistic, whimpers and groans and moans, but Lytul was unsatisfied. “No, no,” she said. “That’s all wrong. What about…here?” She moved Chessa again, and at the same time the tentacle at Chessa’s ass pushed in just an inch, getting a deep groan from Chessa. It started to writhe inside her, searching for her prostate, while the suckers on her cock kept working, licking and sucking.

“There we go,” Lytul said. Then, keeping Chessa aloft, she used the one tentacle that remained free to grab a chair and pull it over.

Then she sat down and pulled out the stone slab and started to work. At the exact moment she settled in, clearly ready to sit here for awhile - one of the suckers found Chessa’s prostate and latched on.

Chessa shrieked as her orgasm came barreling in, and nearly sobbed when it hit the invisible but immovable wall of Lytul’s psionic control. No release.

“Don’t forget the lyrics,” Lytul said. “Speak, slut.”

“Please let me cum,” Chessa said, bucking her hips. “Please please, I need to cum.”

“There we go,” Lytul said. “My favorite song.”

And then she started to work. Chessa was watching from above, able to see what Lytul did. And the entire time that Chesas was held aloft, held on the very edge of orgasm, begging and pleading as Lytul worked her most sensitive areas, bucking and gasping, she could see what Lytul was doing projected on the stone.

Lytul moved one of her tentacled soldiers, ordering it to stand three feet to the left of where it was. Then she told it to go back to where it had been. Then to the right. It was pointless. It was useless. There was a tentacle worming its way deeper into Chessa’s asshole and the suckers on her cock were keeping her inches from orgasm. The last remaining tentacle moved up to grab onto Chessa’s tits again, deliberately flicking the more sensitive marks left from earlier, and Chessa begged to be given permission to cum before she was driven mad, and in response Lytul moved another soldier up to join the first, then ordered it to go back to its unit.

Chessa was lesser than Lytul giving these meaningless tasks to her troops. She was just providing background music for a dull day.

It was heaven, it was hell, it was something like both and neither, and Chessa didn’t know if she wanted Lytul to relent and let her cum or hold her here forever.

Chessa was being lowered. How long was she up there? How long was she begging?

Lytul didn’t even look up from her stone slab of command as Chessa was lowered towards the floor, still begging and pleading, now weeping from desperate need to cum and still being denied. Lytul forced her to her knees.

A quick flicker of Lytul’s presence in her mind let Chessa know Lytul was confirming consent was maintained.

“Good news, toy,” Lytul said, running her fingers down Chessa’s back as she held Chessa on the edge. “You’ve managed to turn me on.” She turned Chessa around until Chessa was facing her - at waist height. Lytul’s erect cock was inches from her face, leaking precum. The tentacle on Chessa’s breasts moved away, now wrapping around her throat, moving until it was on the back of her head.

Chessa didn’t need a command. She opened her mouth.

The tentacle brought Chessa’s head forward and started to move her back and forth. All she had to do was keep her lips sealed as Lytul’s tentacle forced her to suck. And the entire time, Lytul kept her attention on that stone slab. Only the brief glimpses of how her breathing changed, or the occasional moan to slip from her lips, betrayed how much she was enjoying this.

And the entire time, the tentacle kept working, thrusting in and out of Chessa, gripping her cock tightly. Drool ran down Chessa’s chin as she was made to suck Lytul’s cock.

“You know,” Lytul said, right as her cock twitched to let Chessa know she was close. Lytul pulled Chessa’s head back. “I don’t want to cum like that today.”

Chessa was hurled onto the bed, and Lytul let go of her arms and legs. Chessa immediately grabbed onto the sheets, arching her back. The orgasm was so close now, surely Lytul would let her-

it subsided again, and Chessa swore and begged. “Please. God. I think my mind may break if I can’t cum. I think I may go mad. Please. Mistress. I need to cum.”

Lytul used her tentacles to propel herself over to Chessa. “I don’t care,” she said, her lips inches from Chessa’s cock. “I just need to make sure you’re hard enough for this next part.”

Chessa whined as Lytul’s tentacle pulled away from her cock and Lytul took her in her mouth fully, grabbbing Chessa’s hips. Lytul sucked like a fiend, bobbing her head roughly as the tentacle in Chessa’s ass thrummed a rythm on her prostate. It wasn’t long - just a few pulls - and then Lytul was using her tentacles to hold herself over Chessa.

She pressed one foot into Chessa’s chest, resting it right between her tits. Technically she was stepping on Chessa, but Lytul was mostly supporting her weight on her tentacles, which once again bound Chessa’s wrists and ankles. Lytul herself was hovering right over Chessa’s cock.

“I’m going to ride you,” Lytul said. “That sounds like a better orgasm for me.” She moved her legs to the side. “When I’m close, I’ll allow you to cum if you want. The feeling of you swelling in me will be wonderful for my orgasm.”

Relief washed over Chessa. “Please, please.”

Lytul shook her head. “So eager. You really are pathetic when you’re desperate like this.” Lytul started to lower herself onto Chessa’s cock. She let out a low moan of pleasure of her own as Chessa filled her, and the tentacle in Chessa’s ass began to work more frantically, making Chessa buck and writhe.

“But know this - if you do cum now, I’ll lock away your orgasms again.” Lytul bottomed out. Chessa was now fully in her. Lytul leaned forward and raked her claws across Chessa’s sensitive tits, drawing thin white lines. Then she raised herself again, agonizingly slowly. “And then you’ll go back to the surface. Unable to release.” Lytul lowered herself again. “Now aware of how desperately you want monsters to fuck you.” Lytul moved herself back, up, slowly, so slowly that she could finish each sentence before finishing the stroke. “As a member of an order of monster hunting Paladins.” Lytul grinned, lowering herself again

“P-please,” Chessa said.

Lytul moved herself back up, and then came down. Faster. Faster. Speed increasing. Her breathing grew heavy. The tentacle in Chessa’s ass started thrumming a drumbeat on her prostate. “They won’t send - fuck you’re big - you back down here.” Lytul arched her back, dragging her nails across Chessa’s sternum as she ground her hips in a circle, letting Chessa’s cock feel every inch of her. “They won’t trust you around me. You’ll be sent after werewolves and dracomorphs and -“ a deep moan cut Lytul off for a moment, and her eyes rolled back in her head before she could continue. “sphinxkin and all manner of monsters. How long, I wonder, before you let some slavering beast - fuck this feels good - pin you to the dirt and have her way with you?” Her movements were faster, more desperate. “How long before you let some thirsty creature shred your clothing from your body?”

Chessa whined. “Please, let me cum. Please.”

“There’s an option,” Lytul said, and the tentacles holding Chessa’s hands moved, bringing Chessa’s right hand between Lytul’s legs. She knew what to do, and as her mistress rode her, Chessa started to stroke her cock. “You’re so good with your hands, slut.” The tentacle moved back to Chessa’s tits, and Chessa added a new sensation to the dozens ravaging her body.

“W-what is it?” Chessa said, barely able to speak through her panting.

“You don’t cum tonight. You beg me not to let you cum. And tomorrow…” Lytul’s ass tightened, grabbing Chessa’s cock tighter. “Tomorrow I give you a quick blowjob. You go back to the surface yourself. No influence. Free to do what you want.”

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Right now that felt like forever. Right now as Lytul’s breathing quickened and her movement became more frantic, that felt like an eternity.

“I don’t care,” Chessa said, not even thinking. “Make me into a slut. Take away my orgasms until I see you again. Just for the love of all the gods let me cum.”

Lytul’s breathing became frantic, her cock throbbed in Chessa’s hand. “You know what that means, slut?”

“I don’t care,” Chessa said, unable to think past her lust. “Break me. Just let me. Please Mistress!”

Lytul arched her back frorward, grabbed Chessa’s head and pulled her hair, looking straight into Chessa’s eyes. “Cum. For. Me.”

The control on Chessa’s orgasms vanished at the exact moment Lytul’s cock stiffened. They came together, Chessa filling Lytul’s ass, Lytul splattering ropes of cum across Chessa’s tits. They came together, and Chessa screamed Lytul’s name.

Moments later, they were collapsed into bed, sweaty, sticky, and panting. Chessa was shaking from five days of pent up release, her cock still twitching and dripping, and Lytul’s cock was doing the same. “Gods,” Chessa said, still panting. “What did I just agree to?”

Lytul stroked her cheek. “Everything you’ve ever wanted.”

And when Lytul kissed her, Chessa knew that was true.

—-

The interrogation had been long, and Lytul had been right. Chessa would be sent out to do solo hunts on other monsters. She had a keystone - a magical safeword that, when activated, would break Lytul’s control for twenty-four hours. If she used it twice in a row, it would break the control for good.

Chessa had already vowed she’d only use it if she had no other choice, or if her Mistress didn’t return. Because Lytul had been right.

This was everything she ever wanted.

@estrogenandspite Okay so I can't edit the post on this new instance apparently (or maybe it's the client)? IDK, I'm gonna fuss with it and eventually figure it out. Gonna be using both accounts until I've solved it fully.

Anyway, enjoy close to 20,000 words of tentacle smut that I can't ever publish, so they will always be available for anyone to enjoy!

(I forgot that leaving them up on Cohost and being unable to delete these means I'll never be able to publish because of Amazon's exclusivity requirements, and honestly I'm kinda glad I don't have to decide if I'm going to make it into something I sell anymore.)