"Keep
out!"
Lily stared at the
words.
"Keep
out!"
Everything inside
her told her to turn back.
Everything but that
voice urging her to go on, urging her to be rebellious in her life for once.
Urging her to find out what secret lay behind the door. Urging her to find out
why the head-librarian had looked the way she had looked when Lily had spied her
coming out of the room.
"Keep
out!"
"Keep
out!"
"Keep
out!"
"No!", the
young elf finally thought, and pushed the key into the lock, her hands
trembling so bad that she almost missed the keyhole.
"Keep
out!" the letters said, and the voice of the head-librarian in her memory
said.
But the other voice
said "Go on!".
This time it almost
felt like the voice was coming from outside her head.
"Go on! Go on!
Go on!"
Still standing in
front of the door, her hand getting sweaty from gripping the key so hard, Lily
took another deep breath.
It had been three
months now, to the day, since she had started working as an assistant librarian
in the Feathermoon library.
All her live, the
shy girl had spent more time alone with books than out with friends.
Becoming a librarian
had been a natural choice for the elf after she had reached adulthood.
It allowed her to do
what she loved, and in an remote Alliance outpost like Feathermoon, the number
of visitors to the library was small enough to not overtax the girl with
unwanted social interactions.
The library was
housed in a large building, huge marble pillars keeping a wooden roof above the
smooth stone floor.
Row after row of
bookcases housing thousands of scrolls and books even gave her enough privacy
from mistress Luana, the head librarian, so that the young elf spent most days
almost completely without interaction with other people.
A few words in the
mornings and evenings with the head librarian, the tall woman who seemed to
know everything, but also seemed to treasure the silence and solitude of the
library and had never attempted to make small-talk or something similar with
Lily.
The only time that
Lily had seen the head librarian get emotional was when she had talked about
the back room.
On her very first
day, after she had proven her worth as a librarian by answering countless
questions about elven lore, the care for books and the logic of ordering them
in a useful way, the head librarian had taken Lily through every row of the
library.
Near the large door
to the outside, the 'useless drivel', as the mistress Luana had called them,
were stacked into cheap book cases: books of fiction and romance, that carried
neither knowledge nor literary value, but which were the most requested by the
common folk visiting the library.
Further into the
library, the books about history, elven lore and the crafts were situated.
Even further to the
back, where magically glowing orbs were necessary to provide illumination, were
the books about the arcane arts.
In the very last
rows were kept those books of dubious origin, dealing with mysticism, the
occult and dark magic.
And behind those was
the door.
When they had
reached it, the mistress had become dead-serious and told the new
assistant-librarian that, under no circumstances, was she ever allowed to go in
there.
She had given no
explanation as to why, or what was kept in this back room.
But she had made it
clear that it was completely off-limits to anyone.
Lily's curiosity had
been piqued, of course, but the shy girl did not dare to ask the head librarian
any questions about the secret room, and so, after her first weeks as a
librarian had passed, she had almost forgotten about the room.
So many thousand
books in the library kept her captivated,
and besides, the
work of sorting the books, cataloguing them, retrieving and putting back books
for people, was enough to fill each day.
In the evenings,
when the library was closed for visitors, she usually spend a number of hours
just reading herself, enjoying the books of magic and lore.. and some others.
She always made sure
that the head librarian was gone before she approached a certain bookshelf.
Even when standing
right before it, she always looked around embarrassed, grabbed the book and hid
herself to read it, and always made sure to put it back before leaving the
library for the day herself, giving special care to put it back between the
other books in the exact same spot it had been, so that it looked like it had
never been touched.
She always had a
beating heart when retrieving one of those books, reading them and putting them
back in place.
She simply couldn't
imagine how embarrassing it would be if the head librarian would ever catch her
reading those steamy romance novels in the first row of shelves near the door.
Lily always hid near
the back of the library with one of those, and devoured them like a fiend,
often finding herself first involuntarily, and then very voluntarily touching
herself as her eyes moved over the parchment.
The young elf had
always enjoyed her books and solitude, but she couldn't deny that she had
sexual urges.
She accepted them,
and actually enjoyed being a sexual creature.
The problem was just
that she was much too shy around other people to find release for those urges
with another person, so it was always a book, or just her mind, and her
fingers.
Thus she often
stayed far into the night, telling the head-librarian that she wanted to study
more history or lore or something, and then spent some hours reading novels and
masturbating.
Although, often the
books only served her for a short time, being much too tame for the teenager's
raging hormones, and so, sooner or later, she often found herself dropping the
book and closing her eyes, spinning the story onward in her mind, picturing herself
as the protagonist.
And these fantasies
often became very different from those in her books, often involving her
favorite, secret kinks of being used and abused in the roughest ways by many
men and sometimes women.
A few weeks back,
she had had another session, and had been in the middle of a very raunchy story
featuring a princess who had made it a sport to reward her servants in a very
un-princess-like way, when she had heard the sound of a door closing, followed
by soft steps.
Not wanting to be
found by the head-librarian with her pants down and a dirty novel in her hands,
she had quickly hidden herself, holding her breath to be as quite as possible.
Her sensitive ears
had easily followed the direction of the steps of the mistress, and she had
almost panicked when they suddenly turned towards her, just one row behind the
one she was hiding in.
Her mind had raced
to come up with a quick answer to what she was doing, when the steps had
stopped without bringing the head-librarian to her assistant.
Lily had heard some
noise, as of fingers scratching over wood for a few moments, followed by an
audible exhalation of air that sounded almost victorious.
When the steps had
started again, moving away from Lily's position and towards the back door, and
then a clicking sound could be heard, followed by the opening of a door, Lily
had realized that the mistress must have been looking for, and then had found the
key to the door on top of the bookshelf near her.
Shortly after
opening, the door had clicked closed again.
Lily's mind had
raced. All her curiosity about the room had come back to her, and part of her
had wanted to go near the door and listen, while another part of her had wanted
to get out of the library as fast as possible, so the head-librarian wouldn't
catch her.
Her fear of being
caught by the older woman had finally prevailed, and she had started with
silent steps toward the front rows.
But then the screams
had started.
They were muffled
and Lily at first hadn't know what she was hearing.
When she had
realized that it were muffled screams, she had immediately run towards the
door, fearing something terrible was happening to her superior.
But when she had
reached the door, she had stopped dead in her tracks when she had made out
words between the screams.
It had been
variations of the words 'yes', 'harder', 'more' and others and Lily had
realized that she wasn't listening to screams of fear or pain, but to screams
of joy and pleasure.
If she had learned
anything from the countless raunchy stories she had read, then her mistress was
being fucked silly in the other room!
Her thoughts had
tumbled over each other.
Where she had
formerly believed the room was housing forbidden tomes of black magic or secret
histories, suddenly the room seemed to have a much more enticing secret.
The head-librarian
had definitely entered the room alone, and there were no doors outside the
building through which anyone could have come.
So who.. or what?
was in there with her?
It had left her no
peace and she had stayed in front of the door, straining to hear more,
increasingly aroused by mistress Luana's screams.
When the screams had
finally stopped after what seemed like hours, she had quickly hidden in a place
from which she could see the door to see if anyone would come out together with
her mistress.
But Luana had come
out alone, and closed the door behind her.
Lily's mind had been
so full of questions that she had almost jumped out and asked the woman what
was going on, when she had caught a glimpse at her as she moved near one of the
dim magical globes that spent some light.
Her face had been
completely drenched with a white fluid, her eyes had had a dazed look and the
corners of her mouth had been turned upwards in an almost giddy smile.
From her more
explicit novels, Lily had learned that the white stuff must be cum, although
the amount of it the head librarian had sticking to her face was far too much
to stem from a single male.
But, she had
thought, that was another proof that she had not been alone inside the chamber.
Looking at her
drenched face, disheveled hair and the way she walked with a weird combination
of seemingly stiff legs and a happy spring in her gait, Lily had cared much
less for who or what had been inside the room, than for getting in there
herself and experiencing whatever the head mistress had just experienced.
To Lily's delight,
the librarian had walked to the same shelf she had retrieved the key from
earlier, and seemingly put it back there.
Lily had waited
another few minutes after the librarian had left the building before walking on
silent feet towards the shelf.
It had taken her a
few minutes of tiptoeing around and brushing her fingertips over the dusty top
of the shelf, but eventually she had found the key.
She had been giddy
with excitement.
But she had decided
that she couldn't risk going in yet.
It had been deep in
the night when the head librarian had entered, and by her guess it was near
morning now.
And Lily had no idea
how long she would spend in the room once inside.
The chance of the
head librarian coming back and catching her was too high.
No, she had decided,
going in immediately was far too risky.
But the next day,
when a messenger had arrived with a letter for the head librarian, who shortly
after reading informed Lily that she had been invited to a gathering of
book-keepers in far off Darnassus, Lily had been giddy.
She had counted the
days until mistress Luana would leave for what she said would be at least a
whole week.
It had been a
stressful week until she left, making sure the library was in perfect order and
that Lily was instructed in all details of what to do during the head
librarian's absence.
The more than the
usual amount of work during the day, and the expectation of entering the secret
room had made Lily restless during this week, and she had been relieved like
never before in her life when the head librarian had finally left.
The young nightelf
had dutifully spent the rest of the day attending to her work, before dusk had
finally settled in and she had closed down the library for the day, locking
herself inside.
Then the time had
come. With her heartbeat drumming in her ears she had walked to the shelf where
the key was hidden and retrieved it with trembling fingers.
Now here she was.
Key in the lock of the door to the forbidden room.
And the voice in her
head won.
She turned the key
around and winced as the lock clicked open, before relaxing after she told
herself that she was all alone in the library, the head librarian was gone for
multiple days, and the outer door to the building was locked.
There was no one who
could catch her in her crime.
Holding her breath,
she pushed the door open.
And gasped.
The young elf had
expected a small, dark little room with a few musty books inside.
But what she saw
made her jaw drop.
The door opened into
a marvelous room in the shape of a three-leaf clover, white marble floor
illuminated by an array of glow globes on the ceiling.
The round nooks to
her left and right were lined by beautiful bookshelves filled with ancient
looking tomes.
In the very center
of the room, where the three leaf-like parts of the room met, a pedestal was
situated with an open book on it.
And behind the
pedestal was the most intriguing part of
the room.
Where the floor was
simple white everywhere else, there was an intricate circular design on the
floor in this part of the room.
Lily had never seen
anything like it before, but she thought she recognized parts of the design
from occult books.
The most interesting
thing, however, were the mirrors.
They encircled the
whole nook, so that when the awestruck young elf walked into it's middle and
stood in the very center of the arcane design on the floor, she could see
herself from every side, even from the back, through the countless reflections
in the mirrors.
It was the most
spectacular room she had ever seen.
But after a few more
moments of wonder, Lily remembered why she was here.
She remembered the
screams of joy.
So..where had the
head librarian's mysterious lover come from?
There was definitely
no door nor any other opening to the outside in this room.
And nobody had
entered or left besides the head librarian when Lily had watched.
That left only one
explanation..and the thought of that explanation being true left Lily with a
shudder.
Could it be?
But then again, she
had recognized parts of the floor design.
And now that she
studied it in more detail, she was sure that she had seen some of the runes and
patterns before.
In the books of the
very last row. Those dealing with demonology and summoning rituals.
Lily's eyes
flickered to the book on the pedestal just outside the mirror alcove.
Could that be it?
Could the head
librarian have summoned someone...or something..to take her as a lover?
The thought was so
wild, it was at the same time frightening and incredibly exciting.
Lily almost jumped
towards the open book on the pedestal.
Her eyes scanned
over the pages. At first her brows were furrowed in confusion as the strange
symbols made her mind whirl.
But then her face
lit up as she finally recognized the runes. It was an ancient elven dialect,
but one that she had studied before during her preparation to become a
librarian.
It wasn't easy to
read, but with some concentration the meaning of the words became clear to her.
Her suspicion had
been right.
The pages contained
the words of a summoning ritual for a creature from some shadowy place.
Lily flipped through
the pages before and after the ones at which the book had been opened, but they
gave no further explanation as to what the spell would actually summon.
Lily had to sit down
and think.
The voices in her
head were arguing without pause.
Thinking of speaking
the words of a summoning spell, was she mad? It would be her death.
But the head
librarian..her screams of joy..she must have experienced exactly what Lily
yearned so desperately to experience. Surely the summoned creature would not
harm her?
On and on it went,
for and against it.
But - after opening
the door - for the second time in her life, in the end the usually shy and
timid girl decided to take a risk.
Again and again the
happy, dazed and cum-glazed face of the head-librarian appeared in her mind and
morphed into her own face, her own features glazed with sticky white, her lips
in a mad grin, her eyes exhausted but happy.
She wanted it so
much.
Thus, after long
minutes of inner battle, Lily stood up again and approached the book.
Keeping her voice
steady, she started to speak the spell, careful to intone every word just
right.
Halfway through the
words that made the air ring with power, a black portal opened in the middle of
the mirror room, above the center of the floor design.
Her heart beating as
it had never done before, Lily finished the summoning.
Purple smoke started
to fill the air, becoming so thick as the young elf spoke the final words of
the spell that she could not see anything in the mirror room anymore.
And then the spell
was complete. The crackling power in the air was gone. And slowly the purple
smoke dispersed.
But there was no
mysterious lover. Nothing living. Nothing moving. Just some weird purple mass
on the floor, reflected a thousand times in the mirrors around it.
Desperate, Lily
scanned the words on the parchment again, but there was no doubt. She had
spoken them perfectly.
She sighed. The book
had hundreds of pages of spells. Surely whatever ritual the head librarian had
performed was hidden on some other page.
Probably she should
be happy not to have accidentally summoned something dangerous, Lily thought.
But it would be best
to leave the place, she decided.
It had been a stupid
idea anyway. She should never have entered the room without the head
librarian's blessing.
She had been really
dumb for carelessly performing some ritual she knew nothing about.
Stupid horny girl,
she scolded herself.
She turned around to
walk to the door, when her eyes went wide as she remembered the purple mass.
'Oh no', she
thought.
She had to get rid
of it. Just leaving it there would immediately tell the head librarian that she
had entered the forbidden room once she returned. And she would surely kick
Lily out of the library.
Carefully, she
walked to the thing on the floor.
She sneered at it.
It looked like semi-translucent purple pudding, and a few pounds of it at that.
How should she ever
carry that stuff out of the library? She would have to get some container to
put it in.
It looked like it
would just flow through her hands if she tried to pick it up.
She touched it to
prove her hypothesis.
And screamed as the
purple stuff suddenly grabbed her hand.
She quickly pulled
her hand away from the weird mass, and promptly fell on her butt in panicked
surprise when the mass suddenly increased tenfold in mass and sprouted long
appendages.
"WHO ARE YOU
AND WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME?"
A strange voice
boomed directly in her head.
Was that the thing?
Lily wondered.
And she believed so,
as the weird mass, which had now sprouted a dozen tentacles, somehow seemed to
look at her and wait for a response.
"I..I..don't
know!", she stuttered.
"YOU
LIE!", it responded.
Lily could do
nothing but swallow in fear and stare at it, too afraid to even get on her legs
and run.
"I AM A
CREATURE FROM THE SHADOW-PLANE OF LUST! YOU MORTALS ONLY SUMMON ME FOR ONE
THING. YOU WANT ME TO TAKE YOUR BODY AND MAKE ME YOUR LOVER, FOR I CAN GIVE
PLEASURE LIKE NO OTHER BEING IN THIS UNIVERSE!".
"No no
no!", Lily stammered again.
"NO? YOU LIE
AGAIN LITTLE ELF! DON'T YOU SEE? I AM INSIDE YOUR HEAD, IF I WANT I CAN SEE
YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR MEMORIES, YOUR DEEPEST FANTASIES. LET ME TAKE A
LOOK..".
Lily panicked even
more than she already was.
"Please,
no!"
Then suddenly images
appeared in front of her eyes..images from her own fantasies, those secret ones
to which she had masturbated. They were so vivid..and so embarrassing.
"Please,
stop!", she begged when the images started to show her in imagined
situations involving her most secret kinks.
Then a thunderous
roaring laughter sounded inside her head.
"NOW I SEE
LITTLE ELF..YOU DON'T WANT TO MAKE ME YOUR LOVER..YOU WANT TO BE TAKEN..YOU
WANT TO BE USED AND ABUSED. I ALWAYS LIKED BEING SUMMONED BY ELVES..NO OTHERS
HAVE SUCH FILTHY MINDS".
Suddenly a number of
the tentacles shot towards her, hooking themselves under her robe with
lightning speed and ripping it apart.
In her surprise the
young elf could do no more then shriek once before she was sitting in her
underwear before the tentacle monster looming above her.
"TELL ME YOU
WANT IT!"
The monster roared
in her mind while its tentacles swung around in the air in front of her.
"N...no!",
she managed to say and tried to shove herself away from the thing.
"YOU
LIE!", it roared, and brought one of her fantasies out of her mind and to
the front of her inner eye so that it almost felt like she was watching it in
real life.
It was one of her
most favorite fantasies, in which she had been kidnapped by a gang of huge orcs
who were now raping all her tiny holes with their gigantic cocks.
She felt the burning
in her loins as she watched the scene play out in her mind.
"ISN'T THIS
WHAT YOU WANT?"
The monster said.
She felt afraid and
embarrassed, but also so incredibly horny that it was hard to even think the
word 'No' with any kind of conviction.
Inside her mind the
vision of her getting her holes drilled by giant orc cocks suddenly began to
morph.
One by one the orcs
were getting thinner and thinner until they were just an extension of their
thick cocks that still fucked her relentlessly. Gradually they turned from
green to purple, as their former bodies elongated and grew together, to finally
form the shape of the tentacle monster, violently shoving his appendages into
the young girl.
She saw herself
choke and gag on a thick rod in her throat while another one was pressing
terribly deep into her little ass. The one that had pumped her pussy slowly
pulled out, positioned itself in front of her head that was still being
forcefucked, and then shot a mass of sticky white cum all over her pretty face.
Lily almost came
from watching the scene in front of her inner eye.
As the vision
started to fade, she realized that the tentacles in front of her had gotten
nearer, were in fact lightly brushing over her skin, making her shudder.
"I FEAST UPON
THE LUST OF MORTALS. I KNOW ALL YOUR FANTASIES, ALL YOUR SECRETS. I CAN BRING
YOU TO HIGHTS OF ECSTASY LIKE NO MORTAL EVER COULD. I WILL MAKE ALL YOU
FANTASIES COME TRUE. YOU ONLY NEED TO WANT IT."
This time, its voice
was still loud and powerful inside her head, but it was sincere and had a
warmth within it that made Lily believe it cared about her.
A sudden wave of
affection gripped her, and she knew deep inside herself that it would never
hurt her..at least not in ways she did not like.
And it would make
her dirty fantasies come true..all of them..
"yes", she
finally whispered.
"WHAT?",
it asked.
"Yes!",
she said loudly, "I want it!".
It didn't say
anything, but somehow she could feel that it was grinning.
Then it moved.
One strong tentacle
coiled around her waist, two others around her upper arms, lifting her from the
ground and holding her in place, while a half dozen smaller ones moved only a
hair's width above her skin all over her body.
She felt her heart
beat overtime, expecting the tentacles to push forcefully into her virgin holes
at any moment.
But when it started
touching her, it was not at all what she had anticipated.
Tears started
welling up in her eyes and she tried to wiggle away, desperately, but was
hindered by the strong tentacles gripping her waist and shoulders.
"Please,
please, stop!", she screamed, or tried to scream, but the words were
barely audible over the shrieks and laughs as the monster ruthlessly tickled
her sides.
The elf girl laughed
and laughed and thrashed around to get away, tears streaming out of her eyes.
And then it
happened.
She lost control
over that one muscle one should never lose control over.
Suddenly she felt
the warmth spread over her crotch.
Everything stopped.
The tentacles didn't
move anymore, and her eyes were opened wide in shocked embarrassment, as she
realized that she had just peed herself.
She tried to close
her legs, but the monster quickly coiled two arms around her thighs and spread
them wide open.
Then the young girl
watched in horror as a thinner tentacle shot below the wet panties and suddenly
ripped them from her body, leaving her piss-wet pussy exposed to the air.
It dangled the
ripped panties in front of her head, making her look at her accident.
They had been cute
and white, but the ripped cloth in front of her face now was sporting a large,
wet and yellow stain.
She wanted to die of
embarrassment, but there was something else.
The way it dangled
the dirty cloth in front of her was almost hypnotizing, her eyes unable to stop
looking at the dirty wet spot.
She heard the
monster chuckle in her mind.
"REMEBER, I CAN
SEE ALL YOUR FANTASIES!"
Another of her most
secret fantasies visualized itself in front of her inner eye.
She was kneeling
outside a tavern, chained to the ground, a strip of leather around her head
that pulled her chin down, forcing her mouth open.
Next to her was the
tavern's outhouse, but there was a sign on the door: "Broken. Use
elf.". Below these words on the sign was an arrow that pointed straight at
her.
In front of her
there was a row of people, men and women alike, who had all queued up to use
her pretty teenage face as their pissoir.
She remembered
herself masturbating countless times to this fantasy of everyone using her as a
toilet, shooting their dirty pee all over her face or pissing directly into her
forced-open mouth and then pinching her nose shut, forcing her to swallow their
salty urine down.
The scene in front
of her inner eye vanished, letting her see the tentacle holding her pissy
panties in front of her face again.
Before she could
react, it suddenly shot forward, shoving the filthy cloth right into her mouth.
When the
piss-stained underwear touched her tongue and the combined taste of her pussy
and her urine hit her taste buds, Lily came.
Her throat made a
shrieking noise as the orgasm hit her so unexpectedly, and her eyes rolled back
while the muscles of her body started to move on their own, making her thrash
around in the tentacle's grip.
Her lips closed
around the tentacle between them, embracing the pissy panties in her mouth,
wallowing in the erotic taste.
It tasted so
amazing, or at least her mind make her experience it as such, the kinkiness of
the act making it so erotic to the young elf.
A part of her
wondered why she had always only fantasized about pee, and never acted out any
such fantasies and played with her own.
She was still
sucking eagerly on the stained panties when they were suddenly pulled away.
Lily made a whiny
noise as they left her mouth.
The monster dangled
them right in front of her head, but utterly out of her reach, as she could
strain her neck as much as she tried, she couldn't reach them even as she stuck
her tongue out towards them.
It chuckled again.
Lily tried to say
something, but before she could open her mouth, she saw two tentacles move out
of the corner of her eyes.
They moved lightning
fast, wrapping themselves around her bra straps, and then pulling away
forcefully, tearing her bra to pieces and letting them fall to the floor.
Lily shrieked and
tried to cover her breasts out of reflex, but couldn't move her arms which were
still held in place by the two strong tentacles around them.
Looking down, the
young elf could see that the tiny nipples on her small breasts were as hard as
never before, the little nubs standing proudly on the perky flesh.
Then the monster
made her yelp as it suddenly whipped her left breast with her panties.
Before she knew what
was happening, it had whipped her other breast, the hard impact of wet cloth on
sensitive skin reddening it immediately.
It whipped her
breasts again, but this time a moan escaped her throat, the light, burning
agony on her breasts and nipples feeling utterly blissful.
It whipped her again
and again with the drool and piss-stained cloth until the pale skin of her
small breasts had turned pinkish red.
Lily wanted just a
few more whips, knowing she was about to come, when it stopped and threw the
panties away.
'No..', she whined
again, making the monster elicit a rumbling laugh.
"I LOVE LITTLE
ELVES", it said and brought the tentacle that had held the dirty panties
back to her, the tip hovering just outside her reach as she tried to get her
tongue to touch it, to get another taste of her juice, but failed again to do so
as she couldn't reach it.
She was making
another whining noise, but her throat constricted when she felt the two
tentacles that had wrapped around her thighs suddenly tighten themselves around
her flesh and pull her legs apart even farther.
The tentacle in
front of her face started swaying, and the young elf's heartbeat increased
again.
Now it would happen.
It would fuck her! She was sure, dry-swallowing in excitement, feeling her
pussy quiver in anticipation.
But her brows
furrowed when she watched as the tentacle in front of her face suddenly grew
thinner and thinner until it was just the width of her little finger.
'What? I'm a virgin,
but that doesn't mean I can't take a bigger one! Why so small?', she thought.
She had forgotten
that the monster could read her thoughts until she heard it laugh.
The tentacle moved
to between her legs, und without foreplay started brushing over her labia,
touching her pink folds teasingly, making her elicit small gasps of pleasure.
"BELIEVE ME
LITTLE ELF, THIS IS MORE THAN THICK ENOUGH...FOR THE HOLE IT'S GOING IN!"
Lily made a confused
look, before her eyes shot wide open when the tentacle suddenly pushed between
her lips..but didn't go into her pussy, but instead immediately found the
extremely tiny opening of her peehole.
For that hole, the
finger-thickness was truly more than enough.
Lily yelped loudly
as the tentacle quickly forced itself an inch deep into her smallest opening.
Her pelvis started
to move away from the invader, but the tentacle around her waist held her
steady, unable to escape from the sweet pee-hole torture.
As the tentacle
slowly started to actually fuck her little pisshole, Lily's head fell back and
she moaned loudly, the experience unlike anything she had ever imagined.
Going deeper every
time, the tentacle thrust in and out of her urethra.
Lily screamed in
bliss as it went harder and faster, forcing inch after inch of flesh up her
tiny hole, all the while her lower body still tried to escape, the muscles in
her hips and thighs constricting and relaxing violently, but unable to achieve
anything, caught in the tentacle's iron grasp.
It felt utterly
amazing having something forced up her tiny pisshole so hard and far, and Lily
could feel her climax fast approaching as the creature was fucking her with
vicious thrusts.
Then she felt it
grip her thighs even harder before brutally hilting itself inside her little
peehole, shoving deeper than ever before until it breached the entry to her
bladder.
It felt
otherworldly, and the first wave of her climax hit her like a sledgehammer,
only for the second wave to almost knock her out, as the monster pulled the
whole tentacle out of her urethra with one fast move, followed by the contents
of her bladder which rushed out of the now open tunnel.
Immediately after
the tip of the tentacle left her pisshole, a hot, thick stream of her piss left
her body, forming a huge yellow puddle on the white floor, all the while Lily
was still climaxing, her youthful body cumming so hard from the rough pisshole
fuck that it took even the large tentacle monster a whole amount of strength to
keep her thrashing body from escaping his grasp.
It took almost a
minute for her muscles to relax and her throat to stop screaming, after which
she hung panting in the creature's arms.
She couldn't even
resist as more tentacles suddenly wrapped themselves around her body, until she
was more or less completely immobilized.
At first she barely
realized that she was moving and the world was slowly turning upside-down, but
she was immediately back in the present and fully awake when she realized that
the monster hat turned her around and she was now facing - and nearing - the
big yellow puddle on the floor which she had produced.
Guessing the
monster's intentions, she eagerly stuck her tongue out, and was soon getting
her treat when the creature pressed her face into the bright yellow puddle of
piss.
She felt fire
shooting through her body when her tongue was dunked into the steaming liquid,
the taste invigorating her after the draining orgasm.
She eagerly lapped
at her delicious urine while the monster pressed her young face into the puddle
of piss.
First drawing her
tongue over the wetness, then forming a vacuum with her lips, she sucked up a
mouthful of pee and swallowed it eagerly, her eyes rolling back in her head as
the strong taste made her almost cum again.
The monster moved
and turned her around, as if using her body, head and hair as a cleaning
utensil to mop up the puddle of piss.
When it was
finished, the giggling girl's body was coated in a yellow sheen and her hair
dripped warm liquid.
She found herself
hanging in the air, her torso parallel to the ground, held up by two strong
tentacles, one wrapped around her waist, one around her chest, coiled twice
around her, squeezing her little tits between itself. Her arms and legs were
free to hang down below her, hands and feet dangling just a few inches in the
air above the wet floor.
Then one tentacle
brushed against her chin and lifted her head up until the young elf was looking
just in front of her, for the first time in her ordeal remembering the mirrors
all around the room she was in.
She could see
herself from literally every side, seeing her blissful face as well as her
sides, still slightly red skin of her small breasts visible below her chest,
and even her butt and the backside of her legs.
Her attention was
captured by a thin tentacle - probably the one that had force-fucked her
pisshole so good, she thought - moving towards her butt cheek.
As it brushed
lightly against the pale skin, she could see goose bumps forming on it.
In her arousal, she
started imagining what her pale skin would look like with some beautiful red
streaks.
The very moment she
remembered that the monster could read her thoughts, she already felt the
stinging pain of the tentacle whipping her butt hard.
It was burning much
more than the comparatively light whipping on her breasts head done, but on her
supple butt cheek, the amount of pain felt absolutely incredible.
'Again!", she
almost yelled, before yelping when her other butt cheek received a slap that
made her whole body rock.
Looking into the
mirror, she could see two nice red streaks forming on her pale flesh.
She grinned, and was
rewarded with two more quick, hard slaps. And two more. And another two.
The young elf
absolutely adored the spanking she was receiving, and the fact that she could
actually watch her cheeks getting whipped and turning red.
She let out a
blissful purr as the tentacle started lightly brushing over her reddened
cheeks.
And then she forgot
to breathe for a moment as it brushed over her little pucker.
The image of her
orc-rape fantasy came back to her for a moment, the image of her getting all
her tight holes abused hard.
It was going to fuck
her in the ass! She suddenly realized and again her heart started beating so
fast that she could hear the blood drumming in her ears.
The tentacle brushed
over her little anus again.
She was still -
technically - a virgin, and it would keep her a virgin, still not touching her
pussy, but fuck her in the ass instead!
The thought was
making her giddy.
"YES. YOUR
VIRGIN BUTTHOLE IS MY NEXT TARGET. BUT I WON'T FUCK YOUR ASS.", it said in
her mind.
She confusedly
wondered what it meant, when it continued, "I PROMISED TO MAKE YOUR DIRTY
FANTASIES COME TRUE. AND THOSE ORCS, THEY DIDN'T FUCK YOU LOVINGLY IN THE
ASS."
Lily's eyes went
wide and she became even more excited when she realized what the creature
meant.
"I AM GOING TO
BRUTALLY RAPE YOUR LITTLE TEENAGE VIRGIN ASSHOLE UNTIL YOU CAN'T TAKE IT
ANYMORE AND BEG ME TO STOP!".
Her head was
spinning.
"Oh yes
please!", she whispered, "And when I beg you to stop..please don't
listen.", she thought, and the monster chuckled once again inside her
head.
A hard slap on her
butt brought her attention back to the mirror in front of her, on which's side
she could see the reflection of her butt and the tentacle in front of it.
With wide eyes she
watched as the monster made the tentacle thicker and thicker until it had more
than tripled in size, now being as thick as three fingers.
Then the thick
tentacle whipped her once more on her butt cheek, before slapping between her
cheeks, its smooth length smacking against her anus and pussy lips, making her
hips buckle.
"BRACE
YOURSELF, LITTLE ELF, I'M GOING IN DRY...MORE OR LESS", the voice in her
head chuckled, and Lily took a deep breath, before the air was knocked from her
lungs as the tentacle was suddenly shoved into her virgin asshole with such
force that it immediately slipped past the barrier and entered her tight ass.
Her mouth opened in
a soundless scream, before she was able to gulp down a lungful of air when the
tentacle suddenly left her burning ass.
Only to slam back in
with force, spreading her tight sphincter wide open as it entered her bowels.
This time, the elf's
scream was audible, so loud that it hurt her throat, and drawn out as her body
started shivering in a powerful climax.
Once she could
breathe again, the tentacle pulled out, slapped her butt cheek hard, leaving
another red streak, and then pushed into her tiny anus again with such force
that the small elf was rocked forward in the other tentacle's grasp.
Lily howled.
She was in heaven.
The sweet, delicious
pain paired with the incredible feeling of something spreading her ass and
filling her little hole so good was even better than the violent pisshole fuck.
When the monster
started to jackhammer the teenaged elf's little asshole, she just moaned in
bliss, forgetting the world around her, just reveling in the amazing feeling of
getting her butthole drilled so hard.
The creature fucked
the slim girl's asshole with abandon, ramming himself deeper and deeper into
her bowels, making the girl scream and moan, and quickly cum again.
When it suddenly
left her, Lily could see her own asshole gaping wide open in the mirror,
needing almost ten full seconds before it had closed again. She loved the view.
But she didn't like
the sudden emptiness.
"Please! Keep
fucking me!", she begged.
"FIRST I'LL
MAKE YOU TASTE YOUR ASS, DIRTY GIRL!", she heard him say and her eyes went
wide.
She of course kept
herself perfectly clean, but the idea alone was so utterly dirty, she loved it
immediately, and quickly open her mouth wide when she saw the tentacle that had
just been inside her asshole approach her face.
The monster
unceremoniously shoved the tip into her mouth, and Lily started sucking hard on
it.
She almost came
again just thinking about what she was doing, and watching herself in the
mirror, gleefully sucking the tentacle that had just raped her ass.
Her attention
completely caught by her own image, the air was suddenly knocked from her lungs
again when another tentacle was slammed brutally into her little teeny ass
without warning.
With the first
thrust, the tentacle went in deeper than the first tentacle had ever been.
It started to piston
in and out, forcefully fucking her tight ass in a steady rhythm, but this one
always pulled out completely, before shoving itself in deep.
The sensation was
even rougher than the first one which had stayed inside once it had started
fucking her deep.
Now, her little anus
was being pushed open over and over, the tentacle breaking her little barrier
again and again.
But the rhythm was
steady and Lily felt another orgasm approach slowly.
She tried to suck on
the first tentacle again, but was disappointed to feel it leaving her eager
mouth.
Her eyes followed it
as it slowly moved alongside her body...and towards her ass, which was still
being brutally drilled by the other tentacle.
Once more her eyes
went wide when she saw the tentacle move right up next to the one pushing in
and pulling out of her ass.
She could imagine
where this was going.
"No..no..it's
too much..", she stammered.
But the monster in
her head could see the lie behind those words and knew what she really wanted.
Again and again the
single tentacle pushed into her ass only to leave it again, giving it a second
for the little anus to close, only to shove itself into her again.
The second tentacle
waited beside it.
Then, the first one
waited for more than a second after pulling out.
Two seconds. Three
seconds. Lily could see her little anus tighten up again.
And then the
creature thrust both tentacles into her ass at once, side by side, making the
young elf scream as her butthole was stretched to new dimensions.
Lily came so hard
that a jet of girlcum shot out of her cunny, splattering on the floor beneath
her.
This time, the
monster gave her no time to calm down.
It started
double-fucking her tight ass with such brutal force, ramming the two tentacles
into her virgin butthole so hard and deep that her first climax was immediately
followed by another one, and still the monster kept increasing the pace,
drilling her burning ass so hard that the young girl forgot everything around
her and became completely lost in her pleasure, barely noticing the end of the
second and beginning of the third climax, her whole body overloaded from what
felt like a single endless orgasm.
During the third
climax, she lost control over her bladder again. Her yellow pee poured forth
from her abused little hole and splattered all over the floor.
Then the fourth
climax rocked her mind and body and stole her consciousness, and, her mouth
drooling from the insurmountable pleasure, she blacked out.
And woke up again a
few moments later, feeling her ass still being prodded by a single tentacle.
But then panic
overcame the young girl when she heard the head librarian's voice.
"So. You opened
the door. You did the one thing you were forbidden."
