The Dark Horde Pt. 05

She and her college girlfriends had squealed and tittered at the monster, joking in mock horror as they nervously made their way around the tacky displays. Valentine, still new to sex and its mysteries, was shocked at the size of it, and the apparent impossibility of such a thing fitting in her pussy. This had been a truck stop sex shop, dirty and pungent with the smell of spent spunk and disinfectant. It did not invite contemplation. They had bought nothing, running away laughing.

And now here it was. It flopped around a bit, drops of milky cum splashing about. Val noticed that all the tentacles were the same black dildo, and all were oozing milky white liquid. Val tried to get up, tried to free herself from the tentacles. She was only a few feet from the shore. She could jump easily, jump back to safety and away from this crazy dildo snake lady who obviously tried to drown her.

But before she could move the tentacles wrapped tighter against her arms and legs, keeping her pinned.

The Hungry Women bent over, bending in an impossible way, to bring her face close to Val's again.

"Why do you struggle? You are where you desire to be..." said the Hungry Woman.

A tentacle dildo flopped across Val's lower back with a wet smack. It flopped blindly until it rested in the crease of her ass, the tip drooling warm wet goo between her ass cheeks, down over her puckered asshole, over her pussy, oozing beneath her thighs. Another tentacle dildo rose up between her thighs, flopping back and forth, hitting her knees.

Val was suddenly terrified yet turned on by the situation She had a good idea of where this was going. A part of her was deliciously thrilled. Another part was horrified.

"You resist," continued the Hungry Woman, "you are afraid of what feeds you. And you are afraid of what you create..how strange. Every hole in you takes in and gives out. You praise what you eat but are ashamed of what you shit. But that is what you do, you little pink things.. you take and you transform. Your pussy swallows a cock, eats its seed to create a child. Your cannibal cunt is the mother of all men."

There was a sudden pressure against Val's pussy. The tentacle between her legs had flopped into it, its fat rubbery head pressed against the lips of her sex. The dildo tentacle shook and vibrated, easing the tip of it between the folds of her pussy until it was pressed against the opening of Val's vagina. Val, face down, could only emit a small cry of shock at the sudden pressure.

"You resist the going in, you resist the going out, maybe you should stop resisting..." suggested the Hungry Woman.

The thick bulbous tip pressed itself in, spreading open the walls of her pussy. Val could feel the muscles stretch, the skin move, as the tentacle moved inch by inch into her. It oozed as it moved, lubricating itself as it made its way deeper into Valentine. Val almost had to laugh. After Bear's horse cock, what was she afraid of? She felt a tension in her waist disappear. The cock in her pussy suddenly slid in until it was resting against her cervix. She held her breath, filled, the sudden pressure in her pussy intense but incredible.

The other tentacle, the one that had been resting on her ass, started to move. There was pressure against her ass. Val buried her head down, eyes shut. The feelings were becoming more and more intense. She started to breathe deeply, unable to stop what was coming next.

The fat head of the black dildo pressed against the tight pink ring of her ass. Val relaxed, let herself be opened, stretched, filled. She desperately wanted to press her clit against something hard, to match the pressure on her ass with a pressure on her clit. But she couldn't move. Her clit felt huge, begging for attention. Instead the thick cock pushed in, popping past her sphincter. Val moaned, low and guttural, as her ass was filled.

The two dildo tentacles started to move and throb, pulsing in and out of her pussy and ass with tiny jerking motions.Val, spread eagles and held down, could only moan and let herself be filled by the throbbing cocks. She felt impossibly distended, as if her bones would have to shift to allow the two tentacles to fully slide in. But slide in they did. Val moaned, pleasure and pain flooding across her body, blinding her brain.

"Little pink one," murmured the Hungry Woman, "your cunt births the world. Your cunt has swallowed mountains, turned valleys into lakes. Nothing can fill it, for it is endless, and forever hungry. Why do you starve it? Take. Eat."

Val didn't understand, couldn't understand. All she could do was hold on to the rubbery flesh beneath her as the two tentacles pushed in and out of her tortured holes. And then she felt it. There, an emptiness that the cock had not touched, an itch it had not scratched. But if she moved..there, just so, pushing her hips back in time with the thrusts, taking them deeper, holding them longer...She started rolling her hips, pushing and pulling in a new rhythm, until it was she who was pushing the cock into her drenched pussy, it was she who swallowed the cock with her ass.

Hungry, yes. Knowing you were not filled yet, that more could be had. As if at her command, a black tentacle rose from the flesh beneath her face. It too grew to be a thick black rubber cock, lengthening under her lips, pushing past her teeth, the bulbous tip resting on her tongue. Val sucked, drew it in, pulling it into her throat. She knew where she was, she knew there was no need to breathe in this spirit world. She pushed her face down onto the cock, drawing it deeper into herself, until her nose was resting on the black body and the cock was filling her throat.

She was filled now. No, not yet. The tentacles that rose around her started to spurt, jets of white liquid arcing into the air to land on her writhing body. On her hair, her back, her ass, her legs, soon she was covered in the milky fluid, her body slick with it, blobs of it hanging off of her nose, her eyelids. She was being cocooned, and soon there would not be an inch of her not covered in white slime or filled with black cock.

Val would moan if she could, but a cock filled her throat. So she pushed instead, drawing more cock into her pussy and ass, until the rising wave of an orgasm would crash against her gut. But it didn't. It rose and rose instead.

"Little pink one," whispered the Hungry Woman, "is that all you are, a bag of bones, a sack of flesh? Why do you push down when you should take in? Is your soul so small that it cannot swallow the world?"

A ball of fire shot from Val's distended pussy, swelling her belly, filling her chest, past her throat before slamming into the inside of her head. An orgasm of pure white crashed against her ego, shattering it. She spasmed and loss all control of her body, shacking, moaning, drooling, blinded by the pleasure.

The black tentacles withdrew with a wet slurp, leaving Val collapsed and still spasming on the black belly of the Hungry Woman. As the spasms receded, Val collapsed, exhausted, letting her full weight fall on the body beneath her. A body which split.

A seam appeared beneath Valentine, a split in the black flesh which revealed pale pink flesh beneath it. The flesh parted until a gap as long as Val opened. Fleshy folds rippled out, moving aside to accept Val's body, like a toothless mouth trying to swallow her whole.

Valentine was still too stunned to react. Her body sunk into the folds of pink moist flesh, her arms and legs pressed to her side as she passed the lips of the gash. Within seconds she had disappeared, lost in the moist dark of the Hungry Woman's body.

Val opened her eyes in the darkness, finding herself in a dark void, warm and wet, velvety soft against her body. All she could see was the thin silver cord that stretched from her belly button into the distance, a long line of shimmering light that lead into a deeper dark.

She took hold of the silver cord, and pulled.

Valentine opened her eyes, surprised to find Rom standing over her, looking concerned.

Apparently she was on her back, covered in dust, in the middle of the forest clearing. It almost felt like coming home.