How to Train Your Orkhai Ch. 06

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"This was a mistake."

That sentence echoed through Lanica's head, again and again when the fiend laid its fingers - well, tentacles - on her, even if it hadn't done anything yet. Those large eyes just gazed unblinkingly, betraying nothing of whatever the thing was thinking - if it even was thinking. And yet, the way it cocked its head as it coursed its tendrils over her exposed skin, how it moved that much closer as the silenced beastkin squirmed in its grasp, the almost tender way it cupped her chin...

Perhaps there was more to this beast than she knew, and that thought was possibly even scarier. "What does it want with me...?" Lanica worried as her frightened eyes remained locked on that unmoving, surprisingly feminine visage. Whatever the case was, it seemed content to simply... observe her in its coils for the moment.

Moment after unbearably long moment passed while the neko only grew more worried for the monster's intentions. Strangely enough, it was the beast's complete passivity that frightened Lanica the most right now - it left her mind weaving scenarios of what it might do, each filling her with more dread than the last.

Perhaps her assailer knew what its curious observation was doing to the catgirl, or - more likely - it simply grew bored. Whatever the case was, Lanica's breathing stocked as those slick tendrils began to coil under her clothes, carefully writhing and twisting for a reason she didn't understand. It wasn't until the tips began to work the buttons and ties on her garments that she realised it: the tentacle-beast was trying to get her clothes off... and it did so gently?!

Forgetting her struggles because of her tormentor's oddness, the catgirl's sheer bafflement eclipsed her fright for just a bit. What else was she supposed to do when she saw it work its tendrils so... nimbly before sliding the slick appendages below her clothes to tug them away?

Boots, trousers, bodice and blouse - removed one after another, the tentacle-beast seemed to have some interest in them, its cold eyes inspecting each piece for a few (admittedly rather quickened) heartbeats. "Weren't these things supposed to be mindless...?" she wondered in these moments of reprieve, before the perhaps-not-so-thoughtless visage turned to her once more....Or rather, to her hefty, bra-clad tits, the muffled neko noticed and gulped. "Oh fuck."

Two tapered tentacles joined their kin by sliding up Lanica's body, past her thighs and over her flat belly until they reached their shapely goals. Wasting little time, the creature's exploratory tendrils pressed those clothed tits together a few times, all while the catgirl renewed her futile struggles against the powerful grip her wrists and legs were in. If her captor noticed her attempts, however, it plain didn't care - it was far too busy softly smacking the supple flesh and digging into her enticing cleavage with the appendages' tips.

Cocking its head and leaning in closer, there was something... playful in its eyes while it watched Lanica's ample chest jiggle, an enjoyment clear enough even to the beastkin between her rebellious - and somewhat pathetic - squirms. "So it's a tit-lover. Grea-oh!" she hissed as a few none-too-gentle squeezes caught her off-guard and made her flinch. A surprised blink was followed by an angry glare directed at the creature, who in return met her gaze and only groped her more thoroughly.

If it had a mouth, Lanica knew the beast would be grinning. "Hgghh... You squirmy little bitch!"

Before she even realised it her bra'd been unhooked and promptly cast aside, leaving the busty neko's goods bared and vulnerable - and of course, her assaulter immediately took advantage of this by playing with the pillowy orbs that much more vigorously. Thick tentacles lifted and jiggled them and left her frowning, dextrous appendages kneaded and fondled the heavy rack and left her squirming, the devious tips flicked and twisted her sensitive nipples and left her gasping.

And the worst part? Lanica couldn't keep pretending there wasn't something deeply pleasurable about it all. She hated its restraints and how it forced its desires on her, and the beastkin would still run without a moment's hesitation if she could... but even then she was forced to admit the beast's touch was worryingly satisfying. The beast was certainly rough, and yet it was somehow never too rough. As it leaned in closer still to rub its face against its obsessions even the absolutely seething catgirl had to admit it knew what it was doing. She couldn't give it the satisfaction of knowing that, however - shutting her eyes to break off that peering gaze was one of the few ways she had left to rebel.

There was a price to pay for that defiance, however - depriving herself of one of her senses, it became damn well near impossible to focus on anything but the creature's actions. How it flicked her nipples, how it kneaded her big tits, how it drove a particularly thick tentacle between them and started pumping it - at first the impromptu titfuck was a bit awkward, but a few thrusts in the catgirl felt it get so much more... slick. Wet squelches began to reach her ears as a sweet, weirdly alluring scent made itself known, but it was this strange heat which started suffusing her cleavage that slowly demanded more and more of her attention.

"...What is..." she gritted her teeth, every tiny movement sending shivers down her spine - let alone the eager titfucking Lanica was enduring. "What is it doing to me?!" the catgirl thought, grunting in a powerless rebellion. She could feel those horrid tendrils leaving a thick gel wherever they touched her, and wherever that slime touched her her skin grew unnaturally sensitive. The curious warmth built and built in her as her chest was left shiny and slick, leaving her body undermining her mind's resistance and craving this unwanted pleasure more and more.

With a particularly energetic thrust the beast's tentacle smacked against Lanica's chin, before she could feel it shudder - not just the tendril, but the entire creature! Alarmed, the neko's eyes opened wide just in time to see the beast's closed and its head thrown back in a display that reminded her far too much of a woman's ecstasy. That weird slime leaked and spurted from all of its tendrils in much greater amounts... and its effect on her body was much more potent. Her chest, her abdomen, her arms and thighs - all felt like they were burning with need, leaving her twisting and spasming against the creature's squirming and writhing grip. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck! This thing will drive me insane!" she cried out inwardly, sweat beading on her brow as her thighs tensed up hard.

Her captor's shivers finally died down, but Lanica's ordeal was by no means over. When those eyes opened again, the neko noticed a clear emotion in them... lust. It hungered for more, and she knew there was absolutely nothing that could sway it anymore. Roaring muffled protests, her body's complete and utter betrayal was nevertheless blatant when it tore her panties away - her skin was flushed red with desire, little beads of sweat forming on her skin where it was coated in the beast's slime, and her hairless pussy was wet enough to make a succubus faint.

Slowly sawing its chest-wrapped tentacle back and forth, the creature brought a few more up, pressing each against the terrified neko's desperate slit until it made its choice. Lanica's eyes stared in fear at the chosen tendril, a thick ribbed thing that almost left her passing out with stimulation when it began rubbing up and down her soaked lips - the aphrodisiac-laced slime wreaked havoc on her body, and the catgirl had no idea how much more she could handle of this torment.

The beast didn't leave Lanica suffering like this for long, however - it clearly wanted to ravish her, and it knew her body was ready. If it recognized her muffled cries for mercy, they didn't stop it from moving the chosen tentacle in place to fuck her...

And when it did, it went in hard.

Her swollen cunt was forced open wide as a thick tentacle rammed in as deep as it could, painful and yet exactly what she needed. Before Lanica even fully registered it, that big invader was hammering against her deepest barrier, stretching her wider than her dildo ever had before - and she lost it. Screaming in orgasm, the neko's body contorted and shook, unable to even perceive the fact that the tendril muffling her had slipped away and how her cry echoed through the winding caves. The beast's negligence only lasted a moment, however, and it sent another fat tentacle to stuff Lanica's lips - and really, it may have been its plan all along.

Shaking in reflexive shock, the cumming neko gagged around the thick trespasser as it burrowed a good few inches in her through, shaking madly and feeling her drenched pussy clench down on the pistoning rod. There wasn't even anything she could do about the oral violation, as the tendril's girth was enough to prevent her jaws from applying any real force. It turned out this wasn't quite enough for her captor, however...

Between her peak and the painful strain on her neck that slowly faded into a numb bliss, Lanica simply couldn't have noticed the creature's limbs coiling over her thighs - not until two narrow tips were suddenly prying her asscheeks apart and toying at a rosebud that immediately clenched tight! "Oh gods, please don-!" her thoughts ran feverishly, entirely disrupted when the beast in fact did - the slick things barged in, fucking her fiercely and without mercy.

Railed by four of the awful, horrid, criminally stimulating things in only three holes, there was nothing the catgirl could do about it... and there was something in those glowing eyes that showed it knew. A clever sparkle, that only got brighter as it fucked Lanica to another climax before her first had even fully faded!

"...Please, anyone..." she begged inwardly, "Tarai, I..."

"I didn't want this!"

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"Such a pretty mirror!" Tarai pouted, her frown reflected manifold by the cracked surface. It fit in her palm so nicely, and the carved bone that framed the mirror was genuinely impressive... but she couldn't justify bringing something broken, could she? Pack only what the journey needs, her parents had always stressed. And even as it hurt to admit it, they hadn't ever steered her wrong...

A resigned sigh passed her lips as she put the thing aside and threw away some more of the debris - with some care to avoid the worst of the splinters and shattered glass - to join the rest that was now strewn about. The lightning had only gotten worse, the bright light from the ceiling's cracks and the booming thunder never failing to spook her... but her work continued nonetheless!

Admittedly, the excavation so far hadn't really awarded anything worth noting: some ruined silks, a pocket-watch that probably had been nice before it was broken and missing half of its parts, crates with spices thoroughly ruined by the water... "Aw, I could've done so much with those!"

The disappointment built and built with each bauble, but it just took spotting one particular find to wipe it all away and leave her eyes glimmering with renewed curiosity:

A modestly sized silver box, dented but intact. "On the outside, anyway."

Could this be the thing they'd been looking for...? The orkhai was almost afraid to even just think about it, afraid it wouldn't be relevant in the slightest and frankly not knowing where else she could still search if this thing wasn't it. "There's nothing quite as shiny left in this pile, unless I'm missing something...?" she thought, looking around the pile of trash that had been rendered so much easier to oversee, dismantled as it was.

Nothing else worth noting stood out to Tarai anymore, and so her attention returned to the box in her hands. The lid didn't come off willingly, and it only took a few twists and turns to find an elegant lock among the etched flowers that decorated the thing. If anything was going to be what they were looking for, it had to be-

A not-too-distant scream echoed through the cave, the startled orkhai clutching the precious lockbox. "LANICA?!" she shouted in return, fright welling in her chest when another of the storm's rage-filled roar made her duck instinctively. "I-IF YOU'RE THERE, I'M COMING!"

Looking around the clearing one last time, the tall half-elf soon sprinted through the shin-high water. The sheer concern she felt pumped adrenaline through her veins, making her feel faster than she'd ever felt before - that voice had sounded so much like hers, but it'd been so sudden! Was there something in the shadows after all? Was Lanica in danger?!

She just had to go where they went their own ways. "Spirits, don't let me be too late..." she begged, praying to every being she knew that Lanica was safe. "Please..."

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She was losing it.

Lights danced on her retinae while darkness crept over her vision with each unwanted orgasm, each series of relentless trusts, each pulse of that slime over her skin.

It didn't matter how often the busty neko contorted, how much the beast folded her over, how fiercely it took her body.

The creature just kept going harder, kept hugging her close, kept wrecking her fucking mind!

Slime and femcum utterly drenched her thighs and splattered on the ground with every cervix-bumping tentacle-thrust, the overstimulated catgirl's body was never given a moment to even stop cumming before she was forced over the edge again. Lanica couldn't move anymore - hell, she could barely think - after the first dozen climaxes had wrung every iota of strength from her. The beastkin really had fought, but she just couldn't resist anymore. Not after...

Well, however long it had been since she'd ended up as a tentacle-beast's fucktoy.

Drool ran down her chin between every weak, erratic breath, churned up by the unending throat-plundering. Her hands hung limp while tendrils toyed around her fingers. The triply-penetrated girl's eyes were distant and dilated. A cold sweat dotted her skin where the aphrodisiac slime didn't.

All she could do was hold on, and try not to have her mind snap like a twig... and every heartbeat made that harder and harder. And yet, there was the tiniest ember of defiance in her that refused to be snuffed out yet. The same spark that kept looking at the horrid, wretched, beautiful creature and searching for a moment of weakness she could use, the slightest lapse in its concentration that might allow her to escape... if Lanica had the ability to seize it, anyway.

When the beast's eyes began to flutter and it drew her close in a unnervingly tender embrace, the catgirl realised this was the moment - it was going to cum, and as its torso began to writhe in a mad, sensual dance her time Lanica mustered what little power she had left in her nerve-wracked limbs.

It was all rendered pointless, however - the moment its insane paced peaked, its tentacles bloating and stretching her orifices, the girl's senses utterly fried. Her traitorous body simply refused to listen anymore, forced close and overstuffed as the creature pumped every hole of hers full of its slime-like cum.

Hanging in defeat, Lanica couldn't truly hear the roar of fury through the haze, nor did she register something large striking the tentacle beast mid-climax and that she'd begun to fall - not until her body hit a cold, wet floor. It was hard to see anything clearly - shapes besides her clashed, a shadowy brown ramming into inky blue again and again before the latter flew across the room - nor did she even recognise the roaring fury she heard as a sound people could make.

When something strong wrapped around her chest and cradled her close, however, Lanica felt the warmth immediately. Strang, yet comforting sounds echoed in her ears as the dazed beastkin shivered, far too tired to do much more and yet refusing to pass out. Squinting instinctively, the catgirl's blurred vision could barely see anything, and yet two mismatched colours stood out through the fog....They were like the prettiest gemstones she'd ever seen...

"T-Tarai...?" a weak, hoarse voice croaked, hardly recognizable as her own voice even to herself. "W-where'd you co-" a coughing fit interrupted her, while a large hand moved to comfortingly support her head.

"Shh - you're safe now..." that familiar noise soothed her, hugging Lanica closer as the sparks in her eyes settled and the world slowly grew clear again. That unreasonably gorgeous visage, her face twisted with concern, guilt... and as she looked away from the catgirl, anger. "You are safe now..."

Tilting her head slowly, Lanica followed Tarai's gaze to the creature that huddled against the wall a few paces away. Its slick tendrils clutched its side in obvious pain, and there was something in those wide, glowing eyes that never left her and Tarai. Fear... and sadness...?

The neko was at a loss for words. That thing raped her, and yet she couldn't bring herself to truly hate it. All she really felt was... pity as the orkhai's seething face scared it off and made the creature slither away, shielding its hurt torso and turning away with one last mystifying look.

"I guess there was something in the dark after all..." she chuckled bitterly, before making the mistake of trying to stand up on legs that were NOT ready to support her just yet. "F-fuck - didn't plan on this happening..."

"I-I... I'm so sorry, Lanica," the half-elf gasped, those pretty eyes shimmering with budding tears of shame. "I s-should've been quicker, I should've-"

"...You shouldn't blame yourself, big girl..." the beastkin sighed, finding it rather hard to even just sit up straight and regain at least some of her composure. "After all... 'twas my idea to split up, don'cha remember?"

Tarai clearly struggled to accept Lanica's words - that she thought some of the blame fell on her was plain as day. Still, the towering half-orc was smart enough to know now wasn't the time to wallow in it, considering she grabbed the catgirl's scattered clothes and started to dress her. "W-we should get out of here as soon as we can," she muttered, twisting her head to make sure the creature wasn't sneaking up on them.

Soon enough, Lanica was garbed in most of her drenched clothes again - but with her overcharged sensitivity, the mere feeling of fabric left her gasping and weak-legged. Well, even weaker-legged. "...Do you think you can stand...?" Tarai asked quietly, anxiously looking away from the neko's ensuing glare.

"Just tell me you had better luck finding what we came for, 'kay?" the frowning neko said, rubbing her temple as she looked down at the clearing - that pile did not look so scattered about the first time she saw it. "Sure looks like you've been busy..." she began, but whatever else the beastkin was about to say was left unsaid when she saw that broken cage again. "...That thing was a part of the shipment...? And he didn't warn me?!"

Tired and humiliated as she already was, the cold rage that realisation brought was far stronger. The excited gasp coming from above her together with the orkhai scrambling to pick something up helped her calm down for the moment, however. "I think so - look!" Tarai shared with more than a hint of pride, presenting a small silver box to the neko. "Nothing else in that pile matched what he described and survived, anyway. I was pretty thorough!"