Qi'xatl the Tentacle Monster Chapter 6 - Punishment

Qi'xatl the tentacle monster was scared.
He had spent the night again nestled cozily between his mistress' legs, when he had suddenly heard strange noise from outside the house.
Quickly he had moved into the living room, where the noise had seemed to originate from, to investigate.

Now he had no doubts anymore. Someone was outside the door.
He could hear light scratching sounds coming from its lock. It sounded like someone was fumbling with it from the outside.

He pondered what he should do.
His mistress had told him not to wake her up.
But when someone tried to enter their house unbidden in the middle of the night, surely this was a good reason to break the promise he had made, was it not?

But before he could decide to act, he heard a clicking sound, and the door slid open.
He was about to rush to his mistress' bedroom, when suddenly there came a flare of light and a loud bang from the door. The intruder shrieked, and Qi'xatl was so startled himself that he forgot to move.
Then the door to the bedroom flew open, and his mistress stood there, naked as she had been sleeping, but a black wand gleaming menacingly in her hand, its tip pointed at the intruder who had been temporarily stunned by the trap on the door.

"Bastard rogue! This will teach you to try robbing a warlock!", she screamed at the black, hooded figure in the doorway.
She was already murmuring incomprehensible words of some dark spell, when the figure coughed and yelled, "Stop! Wait! It's me!"

His mistress stopped her chanting, perplexed.
When the intruder turned her head and lowered her cloak, Qi'xatl was surprised to see the woman who had visited them earlier, his mistress' friend who had asked to fuck him.
"Xolari? Is that.. is that you?", his mistress asked, her tone equally surprised.
"Yes! Please don't kill me!"
His mistress lowered her wand.

"What in the nine hells are you doing here, breaking into my house in the middle of the night?", Lianna asked her, unmistakable anger in her voice.
Xolari's shoulders slumped visibly.
"I'm sorry. I truly am. I would have waited until tomorrow, but I just couldn't wait any longer! I just had to come!"
"What are you talking about? What couldn't wait any longer?", his mistress asked the nightly intruder.
"I.. I.. For two days and two nights now I didn't think about anything else but your tentacle monster and how it made you scream. And you promised me that I could fuck it. I just.. couldn't wait any longer.". Her eyes were pleading.

"So you break into my house in the middle of the night, setting off my traps and risking to be blasted to dust? What did you intend to do once you were inside? Fuck Qi here where I would hear you? Or steal him?". She stared at the rogue with a mixture of anger and confusion.
"I..", the rogue stuttered, "I don't know. I hadn't thought so far. Please forgive me Li. It's just.. I don't know. I do crazy things when I'm horny. It's been so long..", she said with a sad voice.

Lianna's face became compassionate for a short moment, then turned into an evil smirk, barely visible in the faint moonlight in the room.
"Well.. I need to think for a moment. And get dressed. You, close the door and stay here!", she commanded her friend, and vanished into her bedroom.
Qi'xatl, still only the size of a marble, too small to be seen in the relative darkness, was watching the woman as she was closing the door, carefully doing so, inspecting the wood for more traps.
Her tight black clothing hugged her curves, her feminine outlines barely visible in the faint light. Her green eyes gleamed with a wild mixture of emotions when she sat down on a chair at the table.
The minutes passed, but Lianna didn't return. The rogue sat sulking.

When his mistress, after a long time, finally emerged again from her bedroom, carrying a candle that illuminated the room, Qi'xatl was surprised.
Usually she wore just a light robe when inside the house, often even walking barefooted. But now she was dressed in a dark purple and black dress that hugged her hips, went down to the ground but had a long slit on the side that exposed Lianna's long legs, and showed her beautiful cleavage, surrounded by black frill.
She was wearing black lipstick and eyeliner, and black boots made harsh noises on the wooden floor.
His mistress looked beautiful, impressive, and fearsome all at the same time. A sexy, deadly warlock who could seduce anyone with her beauty, and take his soul with her black magic.

Qi'xatl could see the shiver that ran through Xolari when the elf looked at the warlock.
"Li..", she stuttered, a hint of terror in her voice.

"You break into my house in the middle of the night!", his mistress said, her eyes bare slits, her voice a menacing hiss.
"You come to steal from me what is rightfully mine!", she continued.
"Please, Li.. I can explain..", the other elf stammered, now truly afraid.
"I don't care about your explanations!", his mistress almost yelled, shutting the other elf up.
"There is only one thing to do now!", she said, her expression a mask of doom, promising gruesome death.
"Li..", the other woman said, tears of fear in her eyes reflecting the glimmering candle light.

"You have been a baaaaaad girl! You need to be punished!", his mistress said.
"Wait..what?", the rogue looked up at Lianna, confusion clearly visible on her face.
Lianna's face turned into an evil grin.
"I said you need to be punished for what you have done. You need to be punished.. by a terrible tentacle monster that will make you scream like you never screamed before!", she said, a wild smirk on her face now.

Qi'xatl had been very confused, but he thought he understood now what was going on. He hadn't believed that his mistress would actually kill her good friend, and now he saw that it had just been an act to scare the poor girl.
And he was sure that the punishment would be a very good punishment. He was happy again.

Xolari had stared wide-eyed at Lianna for quite a while, but she finally seemed to catch on, too.
"Oooh yes, punish me!", she exclaimed.
"What?", his mistress asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oooh.. I mean, no! Please no! Don't hurt me!"
His mistress gave a little laugh.

Then her face turned serious again.
"Stand!", she commanded, and Xolari hopped from her chair with visible enthusiasm.
"Qi! ", she called, and Qi'xatl, eagerly awaiting what was about to happen, moved to his mistress' side and made himself bigger.
"Oooooh", the rogue said, watching him as he grew.

"Don't be so enthusiastic! You still need to be punished for breaking in!", his mistress said.
"Qi! Hold her!"
Qi'xatl was still contemplating how he could best execute his mistress' command, when he suddenly felt an image telepathically projected into his mind.
He could see the woman, floating slightly above ground, her arms high above her head, her legs spread wide, her wrists and ankles surrounded by his tentacles, her body held in place by him, unable to move.
He immediately went to work making his mistress's wish real.

He enlarged his body even more and moved behind the rogue. Then he produced four thick and strong tentacles, wrapping them around the elf's wrists and ankles before she knew what was happening.
Then he elongated the tentacles holding her arms, until the reached almost to the ceiling, pulling the woman up on her arms and stretching them to the sides, until her feet were dangling in the air.
Then he pulled his lower tentacles apart, spreading her legs.
Having her in the position his mistress wanted her in, he made his tentacles very solid.
The woman squirmed around, but quickly gave up, realizing that she could not move in Qi'xatl's strong grasp.

His mistress watched the scene, pleased.
Setting the candle down on the table, she pulled a long, intricately decorated knife from some hidden pocket of her dress.
Xolari gasped.

Without a word, his mistress went to the rogue, grabbed her shirt, and set the knife blade against the dark cloth. Then she cut upwards until she reached the collar. She had cut through both the leather jerkin and the rogue's undershirt. When the knife cut through the last bit of cloth, it fell to the sides, and two juicy breasts bounced free.
The rogue gasped again, and Qi'xatl could see how stiff her pink little nipples were.
It seemed like she was enjoying the whole thing quite a bit.

Next, his mistress' blade went to work on the girl's black pants, cutting down at the crotch, then all the length along the left leg. After she repeated the same thing with the right leg, the girl's ruined trousers fell to the ground, leaving only her boots and black silk panties on her body.

His mistress pushed a finger against Xolari's crotch, which made the rogue moan.
Eying her finger, his mistress said, "What is this? You are ridiculously wet! That's not how good girls behave! Here, clean my finger!".
She shoved her wet finger into Xolari's mouth, and the rogue made sucking noises.
"Good girl!", his mistress commended her.
Then she suddenly grabbed the girl's panties and pulled hard on them, ripping them from her body.
Xolari made a shriek of surprise.

His mistress took the ripped, wet cloth that had been the girl's panties, and stuffed it into the rogue's mouth.
Xolari moaned.
"Don't dare spitting them out!", his mistress said, her voice harsh, and the rogue nodded.

"Now I'll show you what happens to bad little girls who dare to enrage a warlock!", she said, an evil grin on her face.
Once more, Qi'xatl felt an image projected into his mind by his mistress, and he immediately went to work making it a reality.

He produced two long tentacles and let them slither against the girl's sides. She made a groaning noise.
As instructed by his mistress' vision, he let those two arms gradually slither nearer to her breasts, rubbing her sides, then her collarbone, then her tummy, but never quite reaching the soft orbs.
Xolari was writhing in his grasp and muffling something unintelligible through the panties in her mouth, her need quite clear.
But his mistress had something else in mind.
Following her telepathic instructions, Qi'xatl moved his tentacles away from her body for a second, and then slapped her breasts with them once.
The girl yelped and writhed even more.

"Oh you like that, don't you?", his mistress asked, and the elf, after hesitating for a moment, nodded.
"Hmm that is not good. Then we have to punish you harder!"
Again she instructed Qi'xatl to slap her breasts lightly, twice each.
Xolari groaned each time.

Then, as instructed, he made the tips of his tentacles very thin, and wrapped them around her small, erect nipples, and pinched them hard.
Xolari moaned again and a shiver ran through her body.
Telepathically concentrating on the rogue, Qi'xatl could feel how the pain aroused the elf. In fact, she already seemed near orgasm.
Her pinched her nipples again, and again the elf groaned. When he began twisting them, he could see a drop of pussy cream fall from between her legs and splatter on the ground. Her aura told him that she was incredibly close to cumming.
But then he received the instruction from his mistress to not let her cum yet, so he removed his tentacles from her nipples, making her groan again with need.

The rogue didn't have the mental powers his mistress possessed, to project words and images into his mind, but he still could feel her desire to be touched again, her incredible need to cum.
At the same time he could read his mistress emotions, who seemed to take pleasure in the girl's discomfort at being denied her orgasm.
Mortals were funny creatures, he thought, but he didn't want to do anything else than play with these two right now, especially since the thick air of lust, need and desire emanating from the rogue in his grasp aroused himself very much.

The rogue groaned some words through the panties in her mouth that sounded increasingly more like begging.
Finally his mistress instructed him to make the girl cum, but in the way the rogue would love the most.
Thus, he moved one of the tentacles that had pinched her breasts toward her crotch, and flicked it roughly against Xolari's clit. First once, then again, and again, very fast.
After the second or third time, the girl screamed through the panties and her muscles started shivering while her hips buckled.
As instructed, he kept on flicking her sensitive clit, making her elicit more noises and try to move her hips out of the way, unsuccessfully.

Finally Lianna told him to stop, and he released the girl's clit from its punishment.
His mistress put two fingers between Xolari's lips and pulled the panties out, flicking them away.
"Was that good?"
"Oh, gods, yes! This was so incredible! I didn't cum so hard in years! Thank you Li, thank you so much!", Xolari said, panting, small shivers still running through her body.

"What? You are thanking me for this?", Lianna asked, her tone mock-incredulous.
"But this is supposed to be punishment! You're a very, very bad girl for liking this! I fear we have to punish you much, much harder now!"

The elf started to say something, but then fell silent, just staring happily at Lianna, eyes gleaming.

"Well, since punishing your breasts wasn't very effective, we need to punish your holes now! Qi! Ravage that tight cunt!"

Qi'xatl had been looking forward to finally put a part of him inside the beautiful girls' wonderful pussy, and lost no time to sprout a tentacle between her legs, long and somewhat thick.
He knew that he was supposed to not be gentle with the girl, that she liked it very rough, so he tried to be rough.
In one fluid motion, he pushed his tentacle into the girl's pussy, and pushed it in as far as it would go, making the rogue scream in pleasure.
Not taking any time to start slowly, he began to brutally fuck Xolari's pussy, pistoning in and out deep and fast.
The girl's screams turned to moans, and he felt that she wanted to be used even harder.
So he sprouted another tentacle, almost as thick as the one already in her pussy, and let it slither along the first, until it reached the slippery opening and pushed inside along his other arm.
In an asynchronous rhythm, he fucked her pussy with the two tentacles, stretching her tight lips wide in the process.
After only a minute of this brutal fucking, he could feel a new orgasm rising inside her. But a mere moment before the rogue reached her climax, his mistress instructed him to immediately pull out, and he did so.

Xolari's frustration at being suddenly left empty became quickly evident in her face and voice.
"Don't stop! Aaah, please not now, I need more! Pleahehease fuck me!"
Qi'xatl heard his mistress laugh.
"Well now, it seems we failed again. Punishing your pussy doesn't seem to work either. Well, luckily we still have two more holes to abuse!"

"Fuck her ass!", his mistress said, and telepathically showed him an image of him ramming one of the lubricated tentacles that had just been inside the rogue's pussy into her asshole.
He did immediately as he was told, using force to push his tentacle, the tip wet with thick creamy girlcum, deep into Xolari's tight asshole.
She screamed and started to shudder, the penetration of her pink little rosebud having been enough to give her the orgasm she had been yearning for.
Qi'xatl had more trouble now to keep the girl steadily in his grasp, so powerfully were her muscles clenching in her screaming climax.
As instructed, he just kept fucking her ass hard, prolonging her powerful orgasm. Her screams of pleasure filled the room, and his mistress smiled.
Once her climax had subsided, she was moaning between clenched teeth, still not sated.
Feeling her hunger, her need for more, Qi'xatl increased the depth with which he was fucking the elf's tight butthole.
But still she wanted more.

Then Qi'xatl had an idea.
He had noticed that the initial penetration, when the tight little butthole was suddenly stretched wide, always seemed to have the most effect on the women.
But with his tentacle as it was right now, it just stayed stretched the whole time.
He wondered if it would be even more pleasurable for the girl if her little starfish would be allowed to close itself, only to get stretched apart wide again in rapid succession.
This idea in his mind, he changed the shape of his tentacle until it looked like a string of large beads.
He also increased their size a bit, but slowed his movements down. This way, her asshole was allowed to clench almost completely closed around the thin part of his flesh between the beads, only to be stretched extremely wide once the thick, beady part moved in or out of her ass.
The girl howled in pleasure, and he felt the approval of his mistress.

Improvising to make it even better, he started to change speeds.
First, he pushed his tentacle inside her hot little hole, excruciatingly slow, bead by bead, reveling himself in the feeling of the tight sphincter clenching against his flesh.
Then he pulled out his whole arm, every bead, in one swift movement, making the girl switch from panting to gasping to screaming.
He was very proud that he could give her so much pleasure.
Already he could feel another orgasm rising in the trapped rogue.

But his mistress again told him to quit before she could cum, so he pulled his tentacle out, and left her hanging in his arms, her asshole gaping deliciously wide open, drops of the pussy cream that had coated his tentacle dropping out of her velvety, pink tunnel.
Again she groaned. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"You still like this too much! This is supposed to be a punishment!", his mistress said with a wicked grin on her face.
"I guess we have to try punish another hole! Let's see how you like the taste of your own ass!"

Mentally, she instructed Qi'xatl to push the tentacle with which he had fucked her tiny asshole into her mouth.
He gave the appendage it's original form, made it longer so it would reach all the way to the rogues mouth, and pushed the tip between her lips.
It felt glorious when she started to suck on him, but his mistress had another idea.
In the image she mentally showed him now he could see the girl's throat bulge.
Always eager to please his mistress, he pushed his tentacle deeper into her mouth, until he hit her throat.
She gagged, coating his flesh with drool.
Still, he kept pushing hard, passing the entry of her throat and shoving himself down. The rogue gagged again, and then he could see her throat bulge.
But feeling her distress at not getting air anymore, he pulled his tentacle out of her throat, allowing her to breathe. She coughed and gasped.

"Hmm did you like that?", his mistress asked.
"Yes! Please! More!", the insatiable rogue yelled.
His mistress sighed mockingly.
"You really are a terribly bad girl!"
"Yes! You must punish me more! More!", the rogue answered.

"Well, you heard her Qi.", his mistress said to him.
Qi'xatl really liked this game. The rogue liked her punishment a lot, and it made him happy that she liked it. And it made him happy to fuck her, so he was twice as happy.

As instructed, he started 'punishing' her again.
Once more he pushed the tentacle between her lips, which she eagerly opened wide.
"Now fuck her throat!", his mistress instructed, and he started pushing himself deeper.
When he reached the back of her throat, she gagged again, but this time it was easier to push past and get so deep down her throat that a bulge became visible.
He stayed where he was, until the girl gagged again. Then he pulled out, but not completely, leaving the tip of his tentacle in her mouth, just giving her enough room to breathe.
After some harsh gasps, he pushed in again, all the way down her throat in one swift movement, making her gag again.
Then he pulled out, and immediately shoved himself down again. Drool was flowing out the girl's mouth and covering her chin. When she had to gag again, drops of it fell to the floor.
He began fucking her throat in earnest, pushing deep down and pulling out again, making her gag often.
And again he could feel an orgasm rising in the abused rogue.
He could feel that she wanted this rough treatment, that she needed it, and he gave her what she needed.
He pushed his tentacle as deep down her throat as he could, making her gag multiple times in rapid succession.
Then her orgasm hit her. Her body started convulsing and she gagged again.
This time he pulled completely out of her mouth, letting her cough and gasp heavily for air, all the while her whole body was shivering in his iron grasp.

When she had somewhat recovered, still panting and her face a mess of drool, his mistress asked her, "Enough yet?"
She looked up, her eyes exhausted but still gleaming. "No", she breathed.
His mistress laughed. "Well, then I shall give you enough!"
She submitted a new mental image to Qi'xatl, and he went to work on making it real.

He made three very long and thin tentacles, as instructed. Two of them he snaked around to her breasts, and wrapped them around her delicate pink nipples.
The third he put against her little clit, just letting it touch her there, not moving yet.
A fourth tentacle, a thick one, he slid into her pussy.
A fifth, a pretty thin one, went, according to his mistress' telepathical instructions, into an as of yet unresearched place on her body, pushing itself into her peehole.
She started moaning heavily.
A sixth tentacle he formed into thick beads again and pushed them slowly, one by one into her tight asshole, making her scream with each bead.
A final tentacle went into her mouth, muffling her screams of pleasure.

The scene thus set in place, he began moving all his tentacles at the same time.
He pinched her nipples hard with those thin tentacles wrapped around them, and started rubbing her little clit hard.
The other tentacles he started pushing in deep, in her pussy, peehole, ass and throat, and then started fucking all those holes hard.

The reaction was unmistakable. Xolari's whole body reacted to the harsh fucking of four holes at the same time. She tried to scream, but could only gag on the tentacle in her throat, drool shooting everywhere.
Her orgasm came almost immediately, her whole body started convulsing and spasming in his grasp.
Her clear girlcum squirted out of her pussy, almost drenching his mistress who nimbly hopped out of the way, letting it rain down on the floor, and all her holes clenched down hard on him.
His own pleasure was almost unbearable, but he had learned to desensitize himself, and kept going, even increasing his pace.
The rogue was a mess, shaking from the harsh drilling of all her holes, drool running from her chin and girlcum from her pussy. The nightly house was filled by gags and muffled screams of pleasure.
Another orgasm rocked her body, and still Qi'xatl kept on fucking her hard.
Her muscles were still shivering from it when he could feel a third one grip her.

But now he could feel that she had reached the limit of what she could take.
When he pulled his tentacles out of her she hang limp in his arms that held her upright, breathing heavily, drool running from her open mouth.
Her eyes were glazed over.
He could feel that she was utterly exhausted, but completely happy.
When he gently lowered her down, making a bed of softly swaying tentacles out of himself for her, she murmured, "Thank you", and fell asleep.

Qi'xatl the Tentacle Monster Chapter 5 - Refinement

Qi'xatl the tentacle monster was afraid.
After his escapades the night before, his mistress had allowed him to remain in her room at night, even in her bed, as long as he didn't wake her up.
He had made himself very small again, and this time he had remembered to fit his skin texture and his temperature to the rest of the bed, so that she wouldn't wake up if she moved in her sleep and accidentally touched him.
He had made himself comfortable between her legs, and the night had begun very good.
Perched between his mistress' warm thighs, less then an inch away from her hot pussy, his spot had been perfect.
The thick blanket under which they had perched had trapped the sweet, moist cloud of her pussy smell, enveloping him completely in its sweetness.
He had no nose, but he could breathe through his skin, constantly inhaling the heady smell of his mistress with every pore of his body.

Qi'xatl had sat like this for hours, plagued by the need to touch his sleeping mistress, especially her moist cunny. But he was stalwart, and didn't want to gamble his privileges away by doing something stupid and waking her up. Bathing in her sweet thick odor was already more then he could ask for.

But then it had begun to become unpleasant. Frightful even.
At first, his mistress had begun moving. In the beginning, he had just moved out of the way, but her movements became increasingly more erratic, until he hadn't managed to move away in time and had touched her. Luckily she hadn't woken up, but he had quickly moved himself out of the bed out of fear to wake her up if he remained where he was.
But the amount of her movements had just kept on increasing.
Then she had started making weird noises.

At first he had thought she had finally awoken, but after he had made a long tentacle to look at her from above, he had seen that her eyes were still closed.
Nevertheless, she had been constantly moving her torso, arms and legs, shaking her head, and making grunting noises.

Right now, she was thrashing in her bed, grunting, whispering "No! No!", again and again.
Qi'xatl was terrified. Why was she moving and talking in her sleep?
And she wasn't happy at all. From watching her that was apparent, but reaching out telepathically he could feel fear emanating from his mistress.
This didn't seem right at all. Qi'xatl didn't know what to do.
He was sitting on the side of her bed, one tentacle raised above her, watching her squirming around in her bed.

When she started rolling from side to side and thrashing so violently that she came dangerously close to the bed's edge, he became truly afraid for her safety.
Quickly he sprouted many short tentacles, and elongated his body until he was bigger then his mistress, a writhing mass of tentacles next to her bed.

Then, as he had foreseen it, it happened.
During one especially violent shake of her body, his mistress rolled over the edge of the bed.
In that moment she seemed to awaken. Her eyes flared open and she shrieked, but she was already falling.
But only for a few inches, until she landed softly in Qi'xatl's grasp, caught by a sea of tentacles.

She wasn't moving for a moment, just lay there, panting, her eyes darting around, as if she did not yet fully realize where she was.
Finally she spoke, "Qi? Is that.. is that you?"
He assured her that it was indeed him she was lying on.
"I had the worst nightmare.", she said, and was silent again.
Qi'xatl didn't know what a nightmare was, but he hated it. He hated it because it had upset his beloved mistress so.
He felt her shiver and became even more angry at the nightmare.

He wanted to make his mistress happy again, so he sprouted even more tentacles, long ones, and moved them around and over her body, enveloping and warming her.
She sighed.
Her body was drenched in cold sweat. Qi'xatl did the best he could to absorb the cold liquid through the surface of his appendages, drying her goose bump covered skin.
After a while the goose bumps receded and she murmured something that sounded like 'hold me'.
He wrapped even more arms around her, holding her tight.
Driven by some instinct, he started moving his arms softly, slowly rocking his mistress' body.
A minute later, she was sleeping again, and the aura of fear was gone.
Qi'xatl was relieved.
He still didn't understand what had happened, but his mistress seemed to be well again.
Still, he decided to keep holding her tight, cradling her in his gently swaying arms.


When morning finally rolled around, and the first rays of the sun entered the window, Lianna stirred.
Qi'xatl could feel her clench her muscles and yawn. Then her eyes opened. And she gave a startled shriek and started thrashing her arms.
Qi'xatl, startled himself by her sudden outburst, quickly receded the mass of his tentacles that covered his mistress, until only those she was lying on were left.
His mistress jumped away from him, deftly landing on her feet.

"Qi? What are you doing?", she exclaimed. "Why am I not in my bed anymore? And why did you squeeze me like this? For a moment I thought something was crushing me!"
Qi'xatl quickly told her telepathically that he had held her like this to soothe her from her nightmare after she had fallen out of her bed, and that she had been shivering, so he had wrapped himself around her to warm her.
"A nightmare? I can't even rem.. oh.. now that you say it, I think I do remember something.. I was falling.. but I was caught.. you caught me! Thank you. That.. and holding me.. was very sweet."
Qi'xatl was happy. He could also feel happiness emanating from his mistress.

"And I seem to have slept nicely in your arms.". A smirk manifested itself on her face. "We should definitely look more into that. And besides, you have deserved some reward for keeping me from landing on the hard floor like some klutz".
Qi'xatl was very happy. He liked rewards.

His mistress yawned. "But let me eat something first. I'm starving!"
She got dressed and walked into the kitchen.


Qi'xatl was restless.
He had cradled his mistress' naked body for hours, and now she had promised him a reward, and he was desperate to fuck her, the night's anxiousness all but forgotten.
But she was biding her time eating breakfast, glancing at him from time to time, almost looking like she was intentionally eating slowly to make him wait longer and get more horny.

He couldn't take it anymore and decided to test the waters.
He made his body into the form of a snake, just a single moving tentacle, and writhed toward her leg.
When his mistress didn't say anything, he snaked over her foot and wrapped himself around her calf.
She still made no move to stop him, so he slowly wriggled higher, enveloping her knee, than moved up, slithering over the hot, smooth skin of her wonderful thigh.
When he moved even further, she finally stopped him.
"Not yet.". He could almost hear the smirk he was sure was on her face.
But he was obedient as always, and kept away from her sweetest place, attacking her leg instead.
He made himself continually longer, slithering over the velvety skin of her long leg, massaging her taught muscles. She groaned slightly.
When she raised her leg, he was quick to wrap himself around her sweet foot, too.

"Ohh that is too good.", she sighed after a while and pulled her linen robe over her head.
She hadn't worn anything below it and was completely naked now.
Qi'xatl took the chance and elongated himself even more, snaking his way up on her side and towards her breasts, wrapping himself around one, then around the other and squeezing gently.
Lianna groaned.
"Mhmm wonderful. But I was looking forward to lie on you again like this morning."
Qi'xatl was eager to please her, and slithered away from her, rubbing himself over her skin while moving down her leg.

When he had disentangled himself from her, he made his body very large again, until he had the form and size of her bed's mattress. Then he sprouted many short tentacles all over his body.
The eager wriggling of his arms went not unnoticed, and his mistress giggled.
Then she stood on one end of his body, turned away from him, spread her arms, and let herself fall backwards.
He caught her with his writhing mass of soft, warm appendages and lowered her into a lying position, while she was laughing in glee.
With his tentacles near her crotch, he was already absorbing the wonderful sweet cream flowing out of her engorged pussy.
Terribly horny himself, he elongated one of the tentacles between her legs, and slid it into her lovecave, making her sigh in pleasure.
The heat of her pussy gripping his arm felt so incredibly good that he pushed inside even further and made her moan.
He started fucking her in a steady rhythm.
Then he elongated those tentacles that weren't carrying her weight, and moved them along her body, wrapping them around her squirming limbs and her breasts, which bounced in the rhythm of his fucking.
After a while, only her face wasn't covered in his slick, rubbing and massaging appendages.

When he started wriggling the end of the tentacle inside her hot pussy, this particular sensation together with the whole-body treatment quickly became too much for his mistress, and she started orgasming heavily. Loud moans filled the air, while her body buckled in his grasp and thick cream oozed from her pussy, in which his tentacle was still playing. The heat of her body was spreading into his own, and he almost erupted himself, only managing to decrease his sensitivity at the last second. He didn't want it to be over yet.

And obviously neither did his mistress, when she groaned, "Fuck my ass!".
Qi'xatl was very happy. He had hoped very much to be allowed to fuck this incredibly tight hole again.
He let the tentacle slip out of her pussy, and moved it toward her pink rosebud.
It's tip was still dripping with her wonderful pussy juice, and when he pressed it against the little asshole, he didn't have to use much strength until the tiny hole opened itself and granted him passage inside her.
Still, she yelped when he pushed himself into her asshole. Then she started groaning when he didn't immediately start moving. He could even feel her squirm, trying to push herself against his tentacle.
He quickly followed her obvious wish and pushed himself deep into her tight asshole.
She screamed in pleasure, and he himself would have groaned loudly from the pleasure of the exquisite feeling of his tentacle inside this incredibly tight elven butthole.
He could feel her lust and her need, and started fucking her ass, pulling out and pushing in slowly at first, but becoming gradually faster when his mistress yelled for him to fuck her ass harder.

It was incredible. Her loud moans echoed through the room, and her cunny was continually discharging honeysweet girlcum. Her tiny asshole was squeezing down on him, while his tentacle continually stretched it apart.
She started spasming again, screaming her pleasure for the world to hear, her limbs shivering from her climax.
And still neither of the two wanted it to end.
"Fuck all my holes!", she screamed, and he complied, pushing another tentacle into her dripping pussy, making it even thicker than the one he had used before, and sliding it in as far as it would go.
Then he started pistoning it in and out, while at the same time fucking her asshole, too.
"Harder!", she screamed, her voice hoarse, and he pushed even deeper with both tentacles, and increased his speed even more. Her whole body would have moved if he hadn't held her so tight.
He was fucking her pussy and her ass, all the while rubbing his arms over her breasts and every other part of her body, but his mistress seemed utterly hungry.
"All my holes! And when I finish.. bathe me in your cum!", she yelled, and he elongated another tentacle and put it into her mouth.
She immediately began sucking on it.

Her needs still not completely filled, he increased the strength of his tentacles even more, rubbing her breasts, arms and legs even harder, and fucking her tight holes even more intensely.
He almost couldn't believe how deep she took him into her tight holes, when he remembered that he had forgotten to pay more attention to her clit, and started concentrating on the tentacle nearest to her pink nub, and rubbed it vigorously.

A tentacle now in every hole, fucking her fast and deep, and her breasts, nipples and clit being rubbed ceaselessly, her need finally seemed to be filled. Qi'xatl could feel the fire and lightning in her body explode in a cataclysmic orgasm, making her scream so loud that he was sure that the people outside their house couldn't fail to hear her, while her muscles started twitching so hard that her whole body moved even in his tight grip.
She started shaking all over, her pussy and asshole clenching down hard on the tentacles inside them.
He had trouble keeping the tentacle in her mouth in place, and at the same time became aware of the inevitability of his own climax. He had desensitized his tentacles a lot to be able to keep going without pause so long, but now it was too much to bear. He was touching nearly every part of her body, was deep in her insides, and their telepathical connection transmitted the intense feeling of her climax to him.
He was beyond the point of no return, knowing that he had only mere seconds until he too would explode, when he remembered that she had told him to shower her in cum.
Thus, he didn't try to control his eruptions when he finally came.
It was incredible after such a long time of arousal, and such a long session of so intense lovemaking.
A fireworks started inside his body, with every rocket exploding at the same time. He felt like he himself would explode and there would be nothing left of him but pieces.
Every single one of his more then a hundred tentacles erupted in unison, spurting an incredible amount of his sticky white cum out of its end.
He could feel himself shoot his loads into her pussy and ass and into her mouth, and all over her body.
When his own squirting finally stopped, his mistress was covered in white. But nothing like when he had first erupted with a hundred tentacles over her. No, this time he had truly bathed her in it.
There wasn't a single bit of her body that was not white.
Thick drops of cum fell from her heaving, panting body. When his appendages slid out of her orifices, they were each followed by a thick, white river.
An incredible aura of happiness surrounded her.
And Qi'xatl was utterly happy, too.

When his mistress had caught her breath, she started cleaning herself up, first licking her lips, then using her hands to push more cum from her face into her mouth. Finally she started even scooping it up from other parts of her body, before swallowing it.

"Hmmmm this tastes so good. I guess I could have done without my breakfast after all.", she finally said, giggling.

Qi'xatl the Tentacle Monster Chapter 4 - Exploration

Qi'xatl the tentacle monster was horny.
Actually, he was nearly always horny, but now he was especially horny.
It had been a long, lonely night already, and morning was another couple hours away.
Being a tentacle monster, he needed no sleep, which made the dark hours pass away agonizingly slow.
To pass the time, he was basking in the wonderful memories of the day before, when he had made love to his mistress. But these memories just made him hornier, which made it even worse to survive the long night until his mistress would finally wake up.

He moved to the bedroom door. Sitting in front of it, he pondered what he should do.
He wanted to go in and touch his mistress, but if he woke her up, she would probably be angry. And he didn't want to make his mistress angry. He only wanted to make her happy.
But he wanted to make himself happy too.
He wondered what he should do.
After a long while of pondering, he decided to make himself very thin and move through the gap between the floor and the bedroom door, the wooden barrier between him and Lianna.

His mistress' bedroom was dark, but not completely so. Some starlight was shining in through the window, and he could make out the sleeping form of his mistress in her bed in the dim illumination, although he didn't need the light to see her form. After all, he had no eyes, and it was magic that gave him his senses.
She was so beautiful.
And the way she was lying was very bad for his current condition.
The bed sheets only covered her lower half, while her upper body was naked, her gorgeous breasts, adorned with cute pink nipples, exposed to his hungry eyes. She was lying on her back, arms to the sides, a content look on her quiet face.
Qi'xatl wanted to touch her breasts.
But that would wake her up, he was sure.
He wondered what he could do which would make him happy, but not wake her up.

He had an idea.
If he was lucky, he thought, she was sleeping completely naked, without panties covering her sex.
He could not touch her if he didn't want to wake her up, but he could at least get as near to her happy place as possible.
Thus, he sprouted one very, very thin tentacle. Then he carefully slid it under the cover.
He concentrated on his sensory abilities, which allowed him to see through the tentacle, even in the darkness under the covers.
It made him happy to see that his mistress was indeed not wearing anything, and her beautiful mound lay exposed. She even had her legs slightly parted. His tentacle also took in the smell of her pussy now, which made him yearn even more for her warmth. He wanted to smell nothing but her smell, wanted to be suffused in it.
So he made his body very thin, until his entire form was that of a single, thin tentacle. Then he made himself shorter, pulling the end that was still outside the bed into himself, until he was only a little blob the size of a small stone, lying between his mistress' legs, only a few millimeters away from her soft warm lips.
His whole body was now surrounded by her wonderful smell, which he inhaled deeply through his skin, basking in it. There was no better smell in all the world, he knew. It was intoxicating.

But then he realized what a bad idea it had been to come here.
The heady smell made it increasingly difficult to concentrate on keeping himself from touching his mistress.
He so desperately wanted more than just the smell now. He wanted the taste, and the feeling of touch, too. He wanted to slide into his mistress' wonderful pussy. To absorb the sweet liquid, to feel the heat, to be gripped by her tightness.

Then something happened that made him realize even more what a bad idea it had been to come here.
His mistress suddenly moved in her sleep. Unexpectedly, she clenched her legs together, trapping him between them.
He, his body still a round mass the size of a marble, was suddenly pressed between her pussy lips and her thighs.
The sudden heat and the wonderful softness of the skin touching him almost everywhere now made him almost lose the ability to think clearly again.

But then another, terrible thought came to him. And he realized that in his horniness he had made another, terrible mistake. He had forgotten to change the temperature of his body.
The day before, he had just naturally assumed the temperature of the room surrounding him. But during the night, in his boredom, he had experimented in new ways to change his body, temperature one of them. If he remembered correctly, he had made himself pretty cool, and then set his mind to other thoughts.
And he had completely forgotten to make himself warm again before sneaking into his mistress' bed.

And as he had feared, his mistress seemed to notice him, a cold little thing between her warm legs.
He could feel her move, and make some noises, but he wasn't sure yet if she had awoken.
He quickly changed his temperature to no longer be noticeably cold against her skin. And he began shrinking, hoping to somehow get out of the hold her legs had on him, and slip out of the bed unnoticed.

He was relieved when the pressure of her thighs against him suddenly receded.
He was about to roll away, when he was suddenly gripped by her hand.

"Qi! Is that you? What are you doing?", Lianna yelled.
Qi'xatl played dead. Or rather, he didn't move or respond, hoping against all chance that she was still half sleeping, and would think him to be just some bug that had come from outside the window and crawled into her bed, and just throw him on the floor.
But he quickly found himself in front of two huge, green glowing eyes.
And he could see Lianna's face form a grin.
He knew that he had been busted.

He felt very angry at himself.
He apologized to his mistress.
It seemed to him to be a good sign that his mistress just smirked at him, and didn't look angry.
But then she said, "Leave. We'll talk about this in the morning.", and put him on the ground. He rolled out of the room.
Only when he sat brooding in the living room, he realized that in his fear of being found out, he had completely forgotten to pay any heed to his telepathic abilities that would have allowed him to discern his mistress' true mood.
He became even more angry at himself.

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Two more hours passed until the first sunrays entered the window. And Qi'xatl sulked for another hour before the first noises were audible from his mistress' bedroom.

When the door finally opened, she was dressed in a long gown that she often wore when she had business in the city.
Her face was unreadable.
And Qi'xatl became very alarmed when he tried to reach out and feel her mood, but felt his attempts strangely ineffective.
It was as if he could see her physical form in the room, but there was no emotion, no feeling of a living thing. Nothing.
It felt as if he was looking at a picture.
Lianna was staring at him.
Her eyes were slits and her lips were tight.

He desperately tried to apologize to her, but he feared that since he could not feel her, his telepathic attempts at communication were equally fruitless.
She showed no reaction. She just stood there. Staring at him.

And then she burst out laughing, even tears coming from her eyes, and she clutched her belly.
Then she said a strange word, and was suddenly there again to all his senses.

"How do you like my little spell of mental silence?", she said finally, her fit of laughter gone, only a bright grin left on her face.
"Originally intended to protect myself from mind control spells, but obviously very effective in scaring my poor little Qi'xatl".
Qi'xatl didn't know what to say, he was terribly confused.
He had thought his mistress was terribly angry with him, but obviously her whole punishment had consisted of making a joke.
He relaxed. And liked his mistress very, very much. He had feared much, much worse punishment went she had stared at him like this.
He told her so, and apologized again for coming unbidden into her bedroom.

"Well it's my fault. I was the one who gave you your desires, and I haven't explicitly forbidden you to come into my room, so I cannot really punish you for my mistake. Actually I don't even have anything against you being there, just make sure you don't wake me up in the middle of the night again."

Qi'xatl was very happy.
He wanted to express his happiness by pleasuring his mistress, and sprouted a tentacle, which he began moving towards her.
She laughed.
"Not now, Qi. I would love to, but I need to go to the auction house while it's still early. Else the herbs I want to buy will be outsold or too expensive again."

Qi'xatl was very sad.
He still was so terribly horny, and he wanted to pleasure his mistress.
She was already on the way to the door, but then stopped and turned around. She looked at him with a funny grin.

"Hmm but I have an idea. You like being small and between my legs, don't you?"
He eagerly agreed.
"A living dildo.. that I didn't think of this earlier!", she said.
Qi'xatl was confused. He didn't know what a dildo was.
That word hadn't been included in the magical knowledge his mistress had infused into him to teach him about sex.

"Give yourself a long and thin form, like a sausage. And make your body firm. Oh, and warm!", she said, snickering.
Qi'xatl did as he was instructed, shaping himself until he looked like a sausage, or a small cucumber.

He could see Lianna raise her gown, and then her panties came down and she stepped out of them.
Next, she went over to where he lay on the ground, and grabbed him.
And before he knew what was happening, he was suddenly under her gown, and a few seconds later he was being pressed into his mistress' warm pussy with a gasp from her.
He couldn't believe how good it felt, to be embedded almost completely in his mistress' moist cunny, almost his whole body inside her love cave.
"Just make sure you don't fall out!", she said, pushing him deeper into her body.
He wondered how he could best do this, and decided that making that part of him inside her a bit thicker would suffice.
When his mistress removed her finger, he was staying inside her pussy without her help.
He was very happy.
Her warmth and wetness surrounded him completely, her smell and taste filling his senses.

When she started walking, it became even better, with her movements continually rubbing him against her insides.
He could mentally feel the pleasure his mistress gained, too, and became even more happy.

They walked for quite a while, and Qi'xatl reveled in the feeling of being completely inside his mistress' pussy.
After some time, though, his mistress obviously had reached her destination. He could hear her talk with what must have been an auctioneer.
Unfortunately, now that she didn't walk anymore, there was no movement anymore rubbing him against her wet walls.
So he simply began rubbing against them himself, by slightly lowering his solidity and beginning to squirm.
It felt very good, and he could tell that his mistress liked it, too.
Her pussy produced an increasing amount of sweet wetness.
But unfortunately the wetness made her tight walls increasingly slippery.

The slippery surfaces and his own squirming motions soon proved to be disastrous.
He could feel himself slide out of her vagina!
This was very bad. Not only would the pleasure be gone, but if he fell to the ground, people would see him! This would make his mistress very angry for sure.
No, he couldn't let that happen.
But what could he do?
Her pussy was so wet now that he simply couldn't keep himself inside any longer. Almost half of his length was already outside her body, and in a few seconds he would tumble down.
He made himself longer, trying to get more of himself up his mistress' pussy, but he kept on sliding down, he was just too wet from her juices.
One moment before he completely slid down of her he twisted his body in his panic, and instinctively moved himself towards the only apparent place that would give him a possibility to hold on.
That place was his mistress' little asshole.

He was very slippery, and in his frantic movements he had even managed to make his body slimmer, but when he pushed his free-hanging end into his mistress tightest hole with some force, he heard her yelp.
However, his plan seemed to work. His wetness and the quick movement had helped him push inside the little hole.
And It was so very tight, even increased its grip on him once he was inside, that he felt very secure.
And very good.
It was smooth, and hot, and very, very tight.

Meanwhile, his other end had slipped free from her pussy, so he made himself shorter again, until he had reached his previous length again, albeit thinner, and was now snuggly stuck inside his mistress' asshole.
He liked the place very, very much.
But he wasn't so sure about his mistress.
He heard her say "Nnnnggghhnnnn", and felt her start running. Her little sphincter was clenching down on him in a wonderful rhythm.
He could also feel the arousal of his mistress, although it was mixed with something else. It felt as if she was at the same time happy and not so happy to be so aroused while not in their house. Her pulse was very high.

A few moments later Qi'xatl could hear a door being thrown shut, and his mistress stopped running. She was panting.
"By the gods, Qi! What do you think you're doing?"
Qi'xatl told his mistress that he had slipped out of her pussy and had quickly needed a place where he could keep himself from falling down.
"You have tentacles. You could just have slung them around my leg, or something! Not pushed yourself unannounced into my asshole in the middle of the auction house! Everyone looked at me like I was crazy when I started yelping and moaning!", she said, exasperated.
Qi'xatl realized that that was true. He was very sorry.
He apologized, and made himself thinner to get out of her asshole.

When he started moving, his mistress stopped him.
"Ah, don't you dare now! Gods, this feels so good. Stay where you are!"
He stopped moving, and suddenly felt her hand grip that end of his body that was outside her ass.
It surprised him when she started pushing and pulling, fucking her own asshole with his body.
She started moaning like crazy, and he would have moaned too, if he could.
His one end gripped tightly in her hand, his other end pushed into her ass, in and out he went, again and again. The sensation was almost overwhelming.
He had to keep himself very hard from cumming.
But his thoughts could not let go. Right now, he was being used as a sex toy. His whole body was just a toy. A toy that his beautiful mistress, his goddess, was using to fuck her incredibly tight ass with.
It drove him crazy with arousal, and he came. He shot his cum deep into his mistress' butthole.
For a fraction of a second he realized that he was only shooting from one end of his body, and didn't make a mess with the other, which made him happy.
But then his mistress climaxed, her tight asshole being filled with his hot liquid obviously too much for her. And during her climax her tiny hole started clenching down incredibly tight on him, which made his own climax even more intense.
And he even managed to keep his shape solid.
It was pure bliss.
And he could feel that his mistress was in pure bliss, too, which made him very happy.

After a long while, when his own fire had stopped burning, and the clenching of his mistress tight ass had stopped, she pulled him out of herself.
The half that had been inside her was coated in his sticky cum.
For a moment she looked lovingly at him, then she put him into her mouth and started sucking and licking him clean.

And once again, Qi'xatl truly loved being a tentacle monster.

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.

Qi'xatl the Tentacle Monster Chapter 2 - Learning

Qi'xatl the tentacle monster was unhappy.
After he had touched his mistress' womanly parts with his tentacles, which had resulted in a very strange but very good feeling reaction of his body, he had definitely wanted to keep learning about these new sensations.
He had also been very happy that his mistress had been so pleased by his touching of her naked body, which even made her climax, which apparently was the same thing that had happened to him.
He had wanted to continue to please her, to make her and himself orgasm again, but then there had been a knock on the door.
Lianna, his mistress and creator, who had been lying on the bed, breathing heavy, had shot up in alarm.
Whispering, "Hide!", to him, she had quickly taken a cloth to wipe the white liquid his tentacles had squirted at her when the fire had burned inside him away and then gotten dressed.
He had hidden himself under her bed, then she had hurried out of the bed door and closed the door behind her.

He was angry at the knock. Why did it have to make her leave him when he wanted to touch her?
This had happened before, he remembered. One time the knock had come when she had been working, and she had left her work for the knock.
And one time the knock came when she was eating.
She had always told him to hide.
But now he realized that every time there had been a knock, a living thing would then come into what his mistress called their 'house'.
He could feel their presence, sometimes even hear them through the door.
Two times the things had been like Lianna, but one time it had been a weird thing that was not really a living thing like his mistress at all, but it still walked and talked. He hadn't liked it.
He had asked his mistress once it was gone, and she had said it was an 'Undead'. It had come to buy some potion from her.

Now the knock was gone and he could feel a new living presence in the other room again.
Then he could hear his mistress and the new thing make the noises that meant they were happy. He thought it was called 'laughing'.
The other voice sounded good. Like his mistress'. High pitched and.. feminine, he now knew. It was a woman, just like his mistress was a woman.
Qi'xatl liked women.

He liked how they looked now. And how they felt.
Or, at least, he liked how his mistress felt. He wondered what this new woman felt like.
And what she looked like.
He wanted to see her.

He wondered what he should do.
Mistress had told him to hide. But that meant to make sure others wouldn't see him, did it not?
He still could look at them, and didn't need to be behind the door, as long as they didn't see him.
Mistress hadn't said that he must not go look himself.
Qi'xatl was happy again.
He made himself round and very tiny. He liked being able to change his shape as he wanted.
Then he rolled to the door.
When he was directly in front of it, the voices were louder.
He made himself even smaller and moved into the gap between the door and the floor, and took on a dark color, like the shadows surrounding him now.

He could see the new woman. She was talking to his mistress, standing with her back to the door he was crouching beneath.
She was very similar to his mistress. She must be a bloodelf, too, he thought.
Long, black hair adorned her head, and she wore a bright red robe that left her shoulders bare.
Qi'xatl liked bare shoulders.
He wanted to touch the new woman, to make her shiver like he had made his mistress shiver.
But he thought that when he touched her, she would probably look at him, and then he wasn't hiding anymore and mistress would be unhappy.
And he didn't want his mistress to be unhappy. If she was unhappy she might not let him touch her again.
So he stayed where he was, content to watch the two beautiful elves.
And he listened to what they said.

"By the way, Lianna, I haven't interrupted anything, have I?", the new woman said.
"What do you mean? No, you haven't."
"Well, your hair is messy and your face is red.. I've never seen you like this. You look.. flustered."
The new woman laughed.
Qi'xatl liked it when she laughed. It made him happy.
"Ummm, no, I was just.. working", he heard Lianna say.

"You sure you're not hiding anyone in there?", the woman asked and turned around to look at the bedroom door he was hiding under.
He quickly moved back into the room, not wanting to take the chance of being seen.

After a few moments he felt the presence of the woman leave.
Another minute, and the bedroom door opened, his mistress striding in again.
Only when she asked "Qi? Where are you?", he remembered that he had made himself so small that she didn't immediately see him on the floor.
He grew a bit larger.
"Ah there you are! Well, she had really good timing!". She snickered.
He telepathically asked her who the beautiful woman was.
"Just an old friend who had come to get the love potion I made for her.. wait a second. The 'beautiful woman'? How do you know she is beautiful? You've been watching us?"
"Yes. She was beautiful, like you, mistress. I wanted to touch her."
"You what?"
She laughed.
"Oh you horny little blubber! But oh well, I did create you for that reason, didn't I?"

Qi'xatl didn't know what his mistress meant, and if she was displeased that he had watched them. But she laughed, and he knew that laughing meant happy. So he was happy, too.

Then the weird feeling started again to take hold of him, when his mistress suddenly dropped her robe and revealed her naked body again.
She laid down on the bed.
"Well come here, time for some more teaching, so I can have some real fun with you!"

Qi'xatl happily rolled next to the bed and made himself grow bigger and sprout some tentacles.
It had felt good to touch his mistress with five tentacles. How good would it feel with a hundred, he wondered.
He made many thin tentacles, and then moved them all to his mistress' body, touching her in a hundred places at the same time.
He let his arms slide around her ears and slither over her feet and between her toes.
He rubbed his tentacles against her arms, her legs, and her tummy.
Many of his tentacles he used to touch her breasts, which were among his favorite parts of his mistress' body. They were so soft and felt very good.
He took special care to touch the small pink nipples on their tops.
And he used many tentacles in the warm, moist part of her body that he liked the most.
The sensitive tips of his arms could feel and smell and taste the wetness of this place. It made him very happy.

All this had happened simultaneously, a hundred thin tentacles swarming over Lianna's body.
The bloodelf began to squirm and giggle.
"Stop! Stop! Stop it!", she said, and Qi'xatl quickly removed all his arms from her. He was afraid that he had done something bad.
"You're tickling me everywhere!"
Qi'xatl was confused. He didn't know what tickling was.
"If you touch the soles of my feet, my sides or my ears so lightly like this, it tickles and I have to laugh", she explained to him.
"Either don't touch these places, or use more pressure there, please. But not too much either, else it will hurt!"
Qi'xatl made what would have been a sigh if he had had a mouth.
This was more complicated then he had thought.
Not to little and not too much. But how much was right?

Then he realized how stupid he had been. After all, he had telepathic abilities and used them to say things to his mistress. He had just, since she had always answered him with spoken words, completely forgotten that he could also use his abilities the other way, to listen instead of to speak.
He concentrated on it.
He couldn't hear his mistress' thoughts like he could hear her words when she was speaking, but he could feel certain things.. he realized that he could feel that she was waiting for him, that she wanted to be pleased by him.
That made Qi'xatl very happy.
He once more moved all his tentacles to her body, touching her everywhere, except in the places that had tickled her.
Then he concentrated on his telepathic abilities. It was almost overwhelming. He could feel that his mistress was in so much pleasure now. And he was the source of that pleasure! That made him very proud.
And he himself felt very good too. Touching his mistress' body with all his tentacles felt very, very good.
But he didn't want the fire to come yet, so he concentrated less on the feelings in his own appendages.
He wanted to please his mistress.
And he wanted to please her everywhere, but without tickling her.
He carefully moved one of his tentacles to her ear.
He concentrated very much on his telepathic abilities now, and touched her.
He could feel now that something in her felt.. different. Happy but in a strange way. That must be the tickling feeling, he thought, and slightly increased the pressure of his tentacle rubbing her ear.
The strange feeling emanating from her vanished and was replaced by the good feeling of pleasure again.
That made Qi'xatl happy.
He continued his exploration and learning, moving his tentacles against his mistress' sides, and over her soles.
Quickly he knew how much pressure was the right amount, to make her feel good and neither hurt nor tickle her.
He was very proud. And his mistress was making moaning noises. He liked those noises. He liked them very much.
They meant his mistress was very happy.

Then something happened.
He had only slithered his tentacles over the general area of her hot and wet groin, but he had forgotten the very tiny little nub that sat on top of her slit.
When one of his arms accidentally touched it, he could telepathically and physically feel his mistress react to the touch.
She had been moaning and squirming all the time, but when he touched that spot, her clitoris, her moaning and squirming became more intense, and he could telepathically feel her arousal rise to new heights.
He rubbed her clit with more intensity, and he could feel her orgasm coming.
Then it was there. He could feel the energy of it reaching a climax and then spread like electrical fire through her mind and body. Her hips buckled and she screamed, her whole body shaking under his arms.
And he was concentrating so intently on the feelings emanating from her during her climax, that it spread into his own mind, and from there through his own body.
In a sudden eruption, all his tentacles squirted their white stuff on his mistress, and for a moment his own mind went blank and his tentacles became limp and motionless, or slid to the floor, pulled down by gravity.

When he regained his senses, his mistress was panting, and an aura of extreme happiness and satisfaction was surrounding her.

But that aura only lasted for a few seconds, until they both heard the house door creaking.
Then they heard a familiar voice yell, "Ha! I heard you scream Lianna! I was right, you are hiding a man in there, let me see who's the lucky.."
With these words, the bedroom door was pushed open, and there stood the woman that he had watched visit his mistress earlier.
They all were in shock.
The woman stood in the door, unmoving, mouth hanging open, looking from him to the bloodelf lying in the bed, covered in white goo from head to toe, staring wide eyed at the surprise intruder herself.
This was not good.
He quickly retracted all his tentacles, made himself very small, and rolled forward, hiding under the bed.

Qi'xatl the Tentacle Monster Chapter 1 - Origin

Suddenly, it was.
Or perhaps more accurately, it awoke.
It had memories of some kind. Memories of an endless void. Memories of darkness. Memories of a long existence, but an existence empty of thoughts, an existence with just a faint resemblance of consciousness.
But not anymore.
Now it was suddenly fully aware of itself and its own existence.
And the surroundings had changed. Not the endless dark void anymore. Not the strange, arcane dimension it had existed in until now anymore.
No, this was some other place. Some new place. There were new.. properties.. here, that hadn't existed where it had been before.
There was form here. Shape. Light and warmth.
It itself was different. Before, it had just been. Just a barely aware consciousness. But now it was more than that. It was aware of its surroundings, could somehow make sense of them.
For the first time, it knew that it was.
And it was not alone.
It could feel the presence of another consciousness. Something that wasn't like the static matter surrounding it. Something that moved. Something that emanated heat, clearly visible to its newly acquired senses.
Something that sent out something that made the air vibrate.

It felt a part of itself react to these vibrations, felt as if those vibrations in the air were meaningful.
Somehow it became sure that these vibrations - it decided to call them 'voice' - were responsible for its being where it was now. This consciousness, this creature, must have brought it here, summoned it from the place it was in before to this new place.

But the more it became aware of its surroundings, the more it became aware if itself.
It had form now, but was somehow still shapeless. It felt hardness beneath it, but felt this solidness utterly lacking in itself, in its own body.
So it tried to change its body shape.
And it worked.
A part of it elongated. Got shape. It noticed it could make itself more solid if it wanted.
It was exhilarating.
It learned.
It learned to change its form, its shape, its texture, its softness, even its temperature and its color, although it had not yet words for these.

It grew. It grew bigger and bigger, its shape more and more complicated.
And it dissolved again, only to take on a new form.
It made itself into a sphere. Then it sprouted arms. Then it became a snake.
It was constantly changing its shape, learning about itself and its abilities.

Then it realized that it needed a name.
It existed now, and all existing things must have a name.
It chose Qi'xatl.
It felt good to have a name.
Qi'xatl was happy.

The other presence was happy too.
Qi'xatl could feel the creature's joy. It was still creating vibrations in the air. Talking with its voice.
Qi'xatl began to understand it. The vibrations had shape and patterns, volume and tone. They had meaning.
They were speaking to him.
They had called him. They had summoned him. They had made him be.
The creature they belonged to was its creator. Its god.
Qi'xatl would do everything for it.

It listened to the creature. And it began to understand the air vibrations. The words.
Qi'xatl answered.
It did not know how it knew how to answer, but it did, and it knew the creature would understand it.
Qi'xatl could not make air vibrations like the other creature did, but it could use the arcane energy it was made of to impart his own words into the mind of the creature.
The creature answered his own words.
"Welcome, my new pet", it said.
Qi'xatl was happy.


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Qi'xatl liked its existence.
It had learned much since Lianna had first summoned him from the arcane void, and gave him what could be called life.
It could still return to the arcane void, although formless and thoughtless, but every time Lianna summoned him again, he regained all his memories, his knowledge and abilities.
It liked being in this world, Azeroth as Lianna called it. Here it could think, and move, and change its shape. And be with his mistress.

Lianna was a bloodelf he had learned, one of the living races of this world. And she was skilled in the dark arts. She had spent many years to complete the spell that had summoned Qi'xatl.
She had called it a 'tentacle monster', but it had told her his name, and she had begun using it. That made Qi'xatl proud.

Qi'xatl learned quick.
Lianna had taught it to sprout tentacles from its body, to control their length, thickness, and to make its skin smooth and cool to the touch.
Qi'xatl did not know why she taught him this, since it was also able to take on any other shape, but there was purpose behind everything his mistress did.
It also knew that she had the power to send it back to the void forever, even to hurt it or destroy it. It did not want to go back, or to die. So it obeyed.
But it was more than that. She had created it, so it would do everything to please her.

She taught Qi'xatl to become a master of its tentacles. She taught it to control them, until it was able to sprout strong, long tentacles that could heave the heaviest furniture into the air, but also be so sensible that it could handle the most delicate glassware without breaking it.


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"Qi!"
At the sound of its name, Qi'xatl took on shape.
It had been relaxing, its body looking like nothing more than a thin puddle on the floorboards to an observer.
It grew into a round, ball-like shape that allowed it to move quickly to its mistress.
The sound had come from the cellar, where Lianna's laboratory was situated.
Qi'xatl made its body harder, its round form becoming a ball, and bounced down the stairs. If it had had a mouth, it would have laughed. It enjoyed itself and its abilities.

It rolled through the door of the laboratory. A door which was seldom unlocked.
The walls were covered with cupboards and cabinets that held a myriad of objects, ranging from empty skulls and black candles to vials of demon blood.
Ancient tomes and yellowed scrolls were scattered on tables, next to alchemical experiments and caged animals.
The center of the room was adorned by a large rune circle inked in blood.
Next to it stood Lianna.
"Please, move into the circle", she instructed it, and it obeyed.

"You are now in sufficient control of your shape. The time has come to cast the final part of my spell, to make you complete."
Qi'xatl did not know what she meant, so it asked her telepathically, "Complete?".
She smirked.
"I did not create you just because I can. I have a plan for you, had it all the years since I first considered the possibility to summon void energy and give it the ability to control its own shape. Just like any other things I summon, you are here to serve me. Although you, my dear, will serve me in quite a different way than my demons".
She chuckled.
Then she suddenly began casting, intoning words Qi'xatl did not understand, but could feel were very powerful.

He felt something gripping at him. Something flowing into him. Her words imparted new thoughts into him, new knowledge. One word was in the center of it all: desire.
Qi'xatl learned the meaning of desire. And it began to desire.
At first it was just a strange longing, the longing to do something, but not knowing what.
Then Lianna's arcane words taught him the meaning of pleasure.
And more knowledge was imparted into him: desire fulfilled resulted in pleasure, and pleasure was vitally important.
Then the words taught him how the other living things in this world fulfilled their desires.
There were many desires: desire to eat, to drink, to sleep, to scratch an itch, to gain money or power.
But there was one desire that was somehow more important than the others: sexual desire.

The knowledge flowing into Qi'xatl made him aware of gender, of men and women, of the workings of their sexuality.
Qi'xatl knew now that it must have a gender, just as it had known that it had to have a name. It chose to be a male. It seemed fitting. And the dark magic channeled into him by his mistress somehow seemed to support this decision.
It was a he now.
And he began to lust.
He now knew why Lianna had created him. He had no face, but he smiled.
His creator, her spell finished, grinned.

Looking at her, it was as if he looked at her for the very first time, seeing things he hadn't noticed earlier.
Before, she just had been his mistress. Her body had just been like any body of the living races.
But now, when he looked at her, he knew that she was beautiful.
Her golden hair was flowing from her head to her shoulders, contrasting with the dark blue robe she wore, complimenting her blue eyes.
Her face had the look of nobility so typical in bloodelves, but soft lines lessened the effect that made many of them look arrogant.
Her lips were luscious and her teeth bright.
She was tall and slender, but not without curves. Qi'xatl's attention lingered on the swell of her chest. He felt the desire to see how his mistress' body looked below the clothing.


"The spell is finished, but there is still a lot of learning for you to do. Follow me.", Lianna said and went towards the stairs. Qi'xatl followed her.

The warlock led him to her bedroom.
Standing in front of the bed, she instructed him, "Now undress me. But be careful you don't damage my clothes".
Qi'xatl experienced a new feeling. It was a mixture of excitement and longing, of lust and wanting. This must be what the other races call 'arousal', he thought.
Enlarging his body, he sprouted a number of tentacles.
He moved them along the floor towards his mistress' legs, and then made them grow longer and longer, always upwards, gripping and taking the cloth of her robe and rising it over her head, careful not to rip the cloth or hurt his mistress.
His feeling of arousal intensified when he saw the bloodelf's body, now only clad in her shoes, panties and a bra of black lace.
Her skin was creamy white, looking soft like velvet, goose bumps lining her arms for a few moments.
A flat stomach and long, elegant legs completed her beauty.
Lianna stepped out of her shoes, kicking them to the side, and said, "Continue".

Qi'xatl made two of his tentacles long and thin and moved them around the warlock, until they reached the clasp of her bra, which he undid with the nimble tips of his appendages.
Her bra fell to the ground, releasing her breasts.
He had never seen anything like it, but he was enchanted by their view.
The orbs were neither big nor small, but perfectly perky, adorned with small, pink areolas and small, but stiff, nipples.
Still studying her breasts, he moved his two tentacles to her panty line and, ever so careful, moved the tips beneath the cloth.
Then he pulled them down.
Once more the feeling of arousal intensified tenfold, when he saw the treasure between her legs.
Beautiful pink lips, not a single hair on them, glistened with moisture.

He had the immense urge to move his tentacles over his mistress' body, using their sensitivity to feel her softness and her warmth, to smell her and taste her, all at the same time.
"You may explore my body", Lianna urged him on, her voice throaty, and he knew that she was deriving pleasure from this.
Now it was not only his own urge he wanted to satisfy, but he also wanted to please his mistress, in this new and exciting way.

Sprouting four tentacles, he moved two of them, both very thin, towards Lianna's ears and began touching them, while at the same time using two more to touch the other end of her body, letting them glide around her feet and calves.
A slight shudder ran through the elf, and he let the upper two tentacles slither down her neck and around her shoulders. She was so warm and her skin so soft, the sensation was intense for him. The realization struck him that this was pleasure he was feeling now, and he knew that the touch gave pleasure to her too.

He let his tentacles slither over her arms and her belly, his lower ones moving towards her knees and thighs.
Lianna began to moan, and he used more pressure on his touch.

Letting his lower tentacles massage her thighs, he moved the upper ones to her breasts, encircling the round orbs with his smooth, warm appendages, making the elf gasp.
He elongated the tips, making them very thin, until they were so thin that he could wrap them around her tiny nipples.
She groaned and shivered.
"That is wonderful, keep going", she said, and he did as he was told, rubbing her thighs and breasts, while pinching her nipples. It felt glorious to him too, embracing the warm flesh of the beautiful girl in such a way.

The elf beginning to squirm and moan in his grasp, he sprouted a fifth tentacle and moved it towards the increasingly wet place between her legs.
When he touched her womanly folds, she squealed and began to convulse. With his tentacle he could absorb the smell and taste of the wetness leaving her pussy and suddenly he himself experienced something like he never had before. It was as if his whole body, the center and every tentacle, was burning, bristling with electricity.
It felt strange and new, but incredibly good. Then his tentacles began to twitch, their movements causing Lianna to squeal even more in what he realized must be an orgasm. And he too must be experiencing a climax, he deducted, finding no other explanation for his own uncontrollable movements.
When he suddenly felt and saw white liquid shooting out of the ends of his tentacles he was shocked and quickly redrew them from the elf, who now stood shaking, spurts of white on her breasts and thighs.

After a few moments, his own twitching stopped and the burning feeling was gone.
He telepathically apologized, but Lianna snickered at him.
"Don't worry, that was just some surprise that came with the spell I cast on you to make the experience more.. elflike, I guess."

Qi'xatl relaxed, having feared that he had done something his mistress would dislike.
Looking at the smiling bloodelf, Qi'xatl once again thought it was great to exist.
And he was happy to be a tentacle monster, if this was what tentacle monsters did.