Happy Accident

This may get a continuance (maybe Larann actually learning to control the tentacles).

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Her beloved was a little strange, but she loved him anyway. They had in the adventurer's guild hall a year ago. He was a sorcerer looking for an escort into an abandoned mining complex. Alchemy reagents or something, she was not entirely sure. She took him up on his offer, expecting little trouble at all. She was a skilled drow warrior after all.

Was she ever wrong. After killing what felt like an entire army of disgusting slime monsters, the stupid mage finally got what he wanted so they could leave. It was a strange, pulsing organ he'd pulled from the lead slime.

We'd found steady work as caravan guards shortly after, while the nutty mage tinkered with that organ he'd gotten. Something about how it worked, she wasn't really paying attention. She was generally more focused on trying to suppress her urge to jump on the elven sorcerer and fuck him into submission.

Anaya stretched as she approached the wooden wagon the two were traveling in. Laran, the sorcerer she'd met, was probably inside. They'd paid a little extra to have it divided into two rooms, one to keep her weapons and armor in, and the other for the general living quarters. She took off her sword and armor, sighing in relief and stretching. She was tiny by drow standards, barely five feet tall and less than one-hundred pounds, with b-cup breasts to match. Just as she prepared to open the door, she heard a crash and brief cursing.

Bursting in, she found Larann sitting on the floor, wide-eyed as countless tentacles swirled around him.

She turned to grab her sword, but one of them slammed into the door and the tentacles started inspecting her.

"Larann? What did you do?"

"I dropped the flask I was keeping the organ in and... it kind of latched onto me. It's merged with my spine, so I think you'll paralyze me if you try and cut it off..."

"How do you do this to yourself..." She sighs and pushes away one of the closer-creeping ones. "Can you control these?"

"I... I don't know."

"Well, try making them do something!"

"Alright, no need to yell at me..." He focuses for a moment, his eyes snapping open with a cry of pain as the tentacles lash out and wrap around her, pulling her spread-eagle. Based on the glassy look to his eyes, she could guess that he wasn't in control of himself anymore.

She pulled and struggled with all her strength, but to no avail. The remaining tentacles started rubbing themselves all over her, secreting a substance causing her clothes to melt away. Anaya felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, especially when she saw Larann's cock bulging under his robes. Clearly, he could still see despite not being able to control what these growths were doing.

Two thick ones press against her chest, seeming to absorb her breasts into a slightly warm, gelatinous mass that strangely reminded her of the time she fell in a clay pit after a rainstorm.

A sudden stinging sensation in her chest jolts her back to reality as her breasts began to swell. The stinging soon bloomed into pleasure as her breasts were freed and swayed in time with her breaths. Her breasts continue to blossom, stopping once they were bigger than her head. Her nipples were now the size of the littlest joint on her pinky finger and darker than the rest of her dusky skin.

There's no way I can hide this... I look like some sort of top-heavy succubus, for heaven's sake!

She glances at Larann, noticing that more of the tentacles had moved him to the side, exposing his lower half in the process, his cock bulging and dripping with pre-cum. At least he's getting something out of this...

One tentacle flicks her large, erect nipple, causing her to moan. Or start to moan before a tentacle goes down her throat, the sticky fluid it was covered in numbing her gag reflex. Disgusted, she bites down on it, only for the thing to release some sort of fluid down her throat. It withdraws as she coughs and gasps for breath.

Her body begins to tingle, her clit and pussy aching to be pleased as she starts to pant.

That liquid! It must have been some sort of aphrodisiac, and a strong one too... She moans as a tentacle starts rubbing against her pussy's opening. She could feel her orgasm coming "Oh, gods... Oh, I think I'm gonna... ahhhh... ohhh... aaaaAAAAHH!"

She spasms and bucks as the tentacle retreats from her opening, robbing her of the stimulation she desperately needed to climax. It set her down on the ground, the tentacles seeming to withdraw into Larann's body.

Lying on her back, she starts frantically rubbing and stroking her clit, desperate for the orgasm she had been denied, but no matter what she did it wouldn't come. She needed something better.

Her pleasure-fogged brain comes up with an idea. She crawls over to Larann, licking up the pre-cum dripping down his cock as he stirs and moans.

"Anaya, what- ohh, yes, don't stop - are you doing?"

She looks up at him, shifting forward so his cock was trapped between her now massive breasts. "Please, let me have your cock... I want it so bad..."

He nods, suppressing a near-feral growl as he nuzzles her neck. "If you want it, I'll give it to you." What Anaya hadn't known or noticed was that he desired her as badly as she desired him.

He picks her up and carries her to the bed, swiftly getting on top of her and plunging his cock inside her, soon thrusting hard and fast to try and satiate their twin burning needs. It didn't take long before she was screaming his name and climaxing around his cock, with him following soon after.