Qi'xatl the Tentacle Monster Chapter 3 - Research

Qi'xatl the tentacle monster was confused.
After he and his mistress had been discovered, he had made himself very small and hid under the bed, where he was still sitting now.
The woman who had discovered them had left the room, but not the house.
His mistress had quickly cleaned herself of the sticky white masses he had sprayed all over her, thrown on some clothes and left the bedroom.
Now the two women were talking, but he couldn't hear their words from where he was.
He didn't know what to do.
He had telepathically felt his mistress feel guilty of being discovered, so he felt guilty, too. Although he did not know why, because they had done something good, and not something bad.
Mistress and himself had been happy. So why should they feel guilty?
He sighed. The mortals were difficult to understand sometimes.

And they were still talking in the other room. He wanted to know if they were talking about him. He wanted to know if his mistress was displeased with him.
So he rolled once more to the door and moved into the gap between the door and the ground.
The two women were sitting at a table in the other room, talking.

"So you created this.. this thing?", the other woman asked.
"Yes.. I found some old tome with instructions of how to summon beings from void energy, and worked on modifying the spell so it would give the creature more than just a desire to kill, which is usually all these spells do.."
"And you trained it to.. to fuck you?"
Qi'xatl could see his mistress blush.
"This is really.. really.. Oh I don't know. Lianna, you are a gorgeous woman, you could have any man. Why this thing?"
Lianna hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Well.. Imagine a man with a hundred cocks who can please every little bit of your body at the same time, never needs to sleep or eat or anything else, who is eager to please you whenever you want to, telepathically picks up your every desire and fulfills it, who is obedient and never pesters you when you're working, and who is never not in the mood when you want him.."
"And who can control the length and girth of his members and shower you from head to toe in cum.. Well I guess I get your point", the woman continued.
"Exactly!", his mistress exclaimed, then blushed again
"Well, he did make you scream".
The other woman laughed.

Then she stood up from her creaking chair.
"Well then, there's just one thing now.."
"What do you mean?", Lianna questioned her.
"Well, you don't want the whole neighborhood to know you're summoning little monsters to fuck you, do you?"
"You wouldn't...", his mistress said, her face turning angry.
The other woman laughed.
"Ah Li! I'm just kidding. Wouldn't want to make an enemy out of a warlock..". She snickered and he could see his mistress smile.
"So, you'll keep this between us?"
"Of course my dear, although.. there is one thing.."
"Well, what is it?"
"Well.. you know..", the woman's face turned red now and she stuttered, "Well it does sound very good, and I don't know how many years have passed since a man made me scream like your.. your tentacle thing made you scream, so... I'd really like to.. try it..".
Lianna stared at her.

Qi'xatl was happy. That woman wanted him to touch her too! This was very good, because he wanted to touch her. He just hoped his mistress would let him.

"I'd pay you..", the woman said.
"Well, this is certainly unexpected.. I mean it's.. I don't know.. I mean.. I guess I should first talk with him.. and he needs to learn quite a bit more, I mean not that he does something stupid, after all he's still pretty.. inexperienced, you know what I mean.."
The other woman laughed again.
"Well, just think about it. Let me know when you think it's... I mean, he.. is ready. I'd be really grateful if it can make me scream like you. And I wouldn't mind watching him make you scream again, too.".
With these words and a wink, before his mistress could answer, she walked out the door and shut it behind her.

"Qi!" She called after a while. "I know you've been listening. Come here!"
Qi'xatl did as he was told, moving towards his mistress and growing slightly in size so she could see him.
"You would.. fuck her, am I right?"
Qi'xatl happily told her that he would. He would very much like that, indeed.
His mistress laughed.
"Yes, I expected that. Well, I guess I could let her have you for a while. The poor girl, always playing around with her daggers, intimidating every man, so she always buys my love potions to seduce a male, who'll probably be finished before she cums, and then the effect of the potion wears off and she is left frustrated. She deserves some real fun for once, too.
Qi'xatl liked hearing these words from his mistress. They meant he'd soon be allowed to touch the other woman. He was looking forward to that.
Then his mistress smirked.
"But you'll have a lot more learning to do first. About holes.", she smirked at him, and her tone alone made him feel the equivalent of his pulse rising.

She disrobed, and the feeling increased.
Qi'xatl sprouted a hundred thin, long tentacles again.
His mistress laughed.
"No, wait. We're doing something different this time. Just one."
Qi'xatl was a bit sad, because touching his mistress' body with a hundred of his arms felt better than with just one, but he obeyed, retracting all but one of his long, smooth appendages.
"Very good. Now make it as thick as two of my fingers."
He obeyed again, increasing the size of his one tentacle.

Lianna sat down on top of the table she had been sitting at, and spread her legs wide, resting her feet on the edge of the table.
Qi'xatl could see how the lips of her small slit parted and revealed gloriously looking, wet, pink inner lips.
He could even taste the cloud of her arousal wafting from her pussy with his tentacle, and he would have felt his blood rush to his ears, if he had had ears. Or blood.

"Now, push your tentacle inside, but slowly!", she said and pointed between her legs.
He did as he was told, carefully moving the tip of his appendage to her warm crotch, and softly pushed in.
Her lips, coated in her wetness, let him enter easily, and she gasped.
"Mnnhh that feels so good! Now fuck me!"
It felt incredibly good for Qi'xatl, too. His tentacle was now inside his mistress' body, and he reveled in the feeling of her hot, wet tunnel squeezing his arm.
He had to make his tentacle less sensitive, so overwhelming was the feel and taste of the juices inside her pussy which were now coating his tentacle, that he feared he would orgasm and go slack too soon.

He started moving his arm, pushing it further inside his mistress' love hole and pulling it back again, tenderly fucking her.
Reaching out with his telepathic ability, he could feel her desires. She wanted to be filled deeper.
So he pushed his arm deeper inside her with every move.
Her moans increased in volume.
"Harder!", she yelled, and he increased his speed, pushing in and out faster.
He liked the noises she made, and he liked how her emotions felt. She was nearing orgasm again.
He increased the speed of his movements even more, and pushed even deeper into her body, until she screamed again.
It felt so good to feel her cum, her whole body glowing with heat, all her muscles twitching and shivering.
And her pussy was clenching down on his tentacle, which felt even better.
But he had made himself insensitive enough this time that he was not yet finished. He wanted to give his mistress more pleasure, and kept on fucking her eagerly. He could feel that she liked it that he didn't stop.
And he could feel that she wanted him to fill her even more, so he increased the girth of his tentacle pistoning into her pussy, and she groaned.
Still he fucked her with speed and depth, and with the increased girth of his member she was now rapidly nearing a second climax.
When it came, she fell on her back, and something new happened.
Telepathically, he could feel the same fire rushing through her mind and body as before, but her body did something different this time.
The moment her climax hit her, she started squirting out clear liquid from her pussy, which flowed and shot around his tentacle and drenched its whole length and even his body on the floor. His skin absorbed the hot, sweet liquid, and it became too much for himself. His own climax rushed through him, and his thick tentacle started squirting out his own fluid into his mistress' pussy. It went on for many seconds, his mistress moaning and squirming the whole time, until he was exhausted, and his tentacle went limp and slid out of her cunny, followed by a river of his own thick liquid mixed with the clear fluid of his mistress.

"You're really getting good!", Lianna sighed.
She seemed very happy, and so Qi'xatl was very happy.

And he became even more happy when Lianna said, "Let me taste this."
At first he did not know what she wanted from him, but reaching out with his mind he could feel that she wanted his tentacle, which was coated in their combined orgasmic fluids, in her mouth.
When he carefully brought his arm to her lips, she opened them, took his tip into her mouth, and closed her lips around him.
It felt very good, the warmth and wetness similar to her pussy.
But then she started to suck lightly on his tip, and even began swirling her tongue around it.
It felt very exquisite, and he was content to just let her do something to him for once, without moving himself, especially since his mistress did seem to enjoy the act, moaning lightly.
For some reason he could not explain, the knowledge that she was not only tasting him, but also her own pussy juice on his arm, made the experience feel even better for him.

But after a while of her giving him pleasure, he started to feel a little guilty that he was not reciprocating, so he sprouted three more tentacles, all as long and thick as the one in his mistress' mouth. And thinking better of it, he created one more, making it thinner and more delicate than the others.

Two of his new arms he slithered along her body until they reached her breasts, and started massaging them.
The final thick tentacle he slid into her pussy. His mistress welcomed him in there with a deep moan that made the tentacle in her mouth vibrate.
He started fucking her slowly and deliberately with the tentacle in her pussy, while rubbing her soft breasts firmly.
His actions were rewarded, and she sucked even more eagerly on his member in her mouth.
But most of all Qi'xatl enjoyed the telepathic feeling of his mistress. She was very happy, with her pleasure boiling up slowly but steadily from his slow but constant movements.
Then he moved his last tentacle, thinner than the others, to her little clit, and started rubbing there too.
The first touch made his mistress gasp, and her throaty moans increased.
He kept all his movements very slow, a contrast to the quick fucking earlier, feeling that his mistress enjoyed it no less.
She was steadily nearing a third climax.
He knew that he could bring her over the edge immediately if he started pushing deeper and quicker, but he kept his pace, trying to delay her orgasm as long as possible to prolong her pleasure.
His strokes were slow and deep and his rubbing gentle, and his mistress' groans were throaty.

Finall her orgasm came. This time it did not feel to him like lightning was spreading through her body, but rather like slow, rolling thunder, that gripped her completely, shaking her in long waves of pleasure.
She did not scream this time, but moans from deep inside her filled the room.
Her body still in the throes of her orgasm, he felt her wanting him to cum, too, so he increased the sensitivity of his appendages.
Her pussy was clenching down on him, and her warm, soft tongue still playing with the tip of his other tentacle, so it took mere moments for him to reach his own height of pleasure, and he felt the wonderful fire spread through him once more.
And once more he erupted, all five of his tentacles squirting his white liquid out, coating her breasts, her pussy from the outside and the inside, and shooting into her mouth.
It made him happy when she swallowed that which was in her mouth, and made a happy mewling sound while doing so.

Exhausted himself, he retracted his tentacles and basked in their afterglow, both in his own physical feelings, as in the mental happiness emanating from his mistress.

After some long minutes, his mistress sat up and stretched.
Then she eyed her body, her gaze lingering on her breasts and her crotch, where his sticky white cum was glazing her skin.
"I think you'll have to learn to not squirt from every single one of your tentacles, else I'll run out of towels and bathwater.", she said with a grin.