tentacle beast catches an alice

>"Alice caught by a Tentacle Beast" scene
//needs the Alice codex and to be in the Forest/Deepwoods. I guess it appears around the same rate as the fox one, as it's the same idea.

Though your journey through the [areaname] has been uneventful so far, you're still mindful of your [if (singleleg) {noise|steps}] when you break away from the path and head deeper into the trees, already needing to brush aside some [if (corrupted glades > 0) {strangely slick|rather thorny}] vines. If nothing else, the shade gives you a [if (isday) {chance to escape the boiling [timeofday] sun|place to hide within the [if (isevening) {growing}] darkness}], and that almost manages to make up for the constant [if (isgoo) {hum of mosquitoes around your face|itch of fresh mosquito bites [if (hasscales) {between|across}] your [skinshort]}]. They're so distracting that you nearly [if (singleleg) {bumble into|stumble over}] a fallen, half-rotten log, and you [if (isgoo) {swish|swat}] a few of them away before pausing to get your bearings.

It doesn't help. Every one you [if (isgoo) {knock away|kill}] seems to come back with a [if (isgoo) {friend|vengeance}], and, with a sigh of resignation, you press forward into the [if (isday) {undergrowth|night}]. The uncharted reaches of the forest would be the perfect place for a demon to live, after all. Certainly better than anywhere else you've been, at least, and with that thought as your motivation, you carry on.

Maybe you're wrong, as you haven't seen even an imp's tracks by the time the [if (isday) {sunlight peeks through the thinning trees once more|trees start to thin out}]. What you do find, however, is a large, flattened area, one end opening up into a clearing. Trampled leaves and broken branches coat the ground in a layer of filth, and over to the left side you can make out an odd hole seemingly clawed into the earth. [if (has dangerous plants book) {Thinking back on your book of dangerous plants, you'd guess this must be a tentacle beast's|As unnatural as this place is, you can only imagine that it's some beast's}] lair, though the creature itself thankfully seems to be out.

You cautiously [if (singleleg) {shift|step}] forward, slipping between the trees that form the back wall of the nest. The hard-packed ground proves to be a stable surface, and you can't help yourself from glancing inside that hole, though for all your excitement, you come up empty-handed. There aren't even any loose gems lying about, and just when you're about to call this trip a total loss, a low, scuttling drone crawls into your ears and [if (isgoo) {across your slime|down your spine}]. Your hands reflexively clench tighter[if (hasweapon) { around your [weapon]}] as you [if (singleleg) {slide|shuffle}] away as quietly as you can, but you barely have time to duck down into the brush before a shambling green mass pushes its way into view.

The creature's unnerving lack of a head leaves you pressed tight against the forest floor, always unsure of which direction it's looking. Thorny vines and roving tentacles sweep clear a path to its den, and though you don't get much time to peek, you'd swear you saw a [if (!ischild) {little}] girl sneaking along behind it. The obvious signs of demonic taint on her slender frame leave little doubt that she's an Alice, and your suspicions are all but confirmed as a wave of uneasy calmness washes over you [if (!isgoo) {and makes your [skindesc] [if (hasscales) {heat up|tingle}]}].

[say: I can do this,] she says, but she doesn't appear terribly convinced of that herself. [say: It's just food...]

The tentacle beast falters and slows, its color darkening to a deep green as her magic seeps in, and it's only with a sluggish, almost hesitant crawl that it turns over to her direction.

As distracted as it is right now, you suspect you could take advantage of its current state to launch a surprise attack. On second thought, even that might not be necessary, as you doubt it would follow if you turned back the way you came. [if (low corruption) {And maybe her magic is getting to you, but|Or, and this thought makes your [if (isgoo) {core|pulse}] thrum faster}], you could remain hidden and see what happens. You don't think either of them would spot you if you stayed to watch her feed.


[Attack] //tooltip: Fight the beast off.
[Watch] //tooltip: Stick around and enjoy the show.
[Leave] //tooltip: This seems like a good time to make your escape.


//fight
Steeling your resolve, you [if (hasweapon) {grab your [weapon]|put up your fists}] and [if (singleleg) {slide|step}] out into its nest, rustling the leaves beneath your [if (isnaga) {tail|[if (isgoo) {body|feet}] as you call out your challenge. The Alice glances up in alarm at your voice and quickly shuffles out of the beast's reach as soon as it turns its attention to you.

She dashes off into the woods when the creature lunges at you, tentacles outstretched. //fight a tentacle beast


//leave
[if (low corruption) {She seems to know what she's doing|This isn't your problem}], and there's nothing to be gained by sticking around. Considering that the beast already has its tentacles stretching out towards the tiny demoness, you don't think it even notices as you turn back and slip away between the trees. Soon even the sounds of their pleasure fade into the distance, and you're more than a little thankful to have escaped unscathed as you head back to your camp.

Besides, a demon like her [if (low corruption) {deserves whatever she gets|probably enjoys it}]. //to camp


//watch
You can hardly believe [if (low corruption) {that you're doing this|your luck}] as you creep as close to the nest as you can and peek over the edge of the brush. Neither of them seem to have noticed you, and a flutter of anticipation blossoms deep in your stomach at the first touch of a tentacle to her slender legs. A shiver runs through her at the sensation, and her nerves show on her face as she glances up at the beast, seemingly unsure of where to look. She finally settles on the ground, smoothing out her clothes with unsteady hands.

Your breath quickens as the tentacles creep higher up her legs, working their way ever closer to their goal as they coil beneath her skirt, and you know they've found it when she jerks in surprise. The more they move, the wider her [aliceeyes] eyes get, and you can only imagine those thick, twisting tips poking curiously at her panties, searching for a way inside.

[say: W-wait,] she says, her voice wavering every time the creature shifts. [say: We're doing this my way, remember?]

You swallow hard, [if (isgoo || hasscales) {uncomfortably aware of your own growing arousal|your [skinshort] already prickling}] as her magic embraces you. The beast itself fares no better, its tentacles withdrawing with an unsteady sway, and you have to wonder who's really in control here when she steps effortlessly out of its limp hold. Each moment passes like you're drowning in a thick, muggy haze, and it takes all your concentration to keep your hands from wandering [if (isgenderless) {lower, desperate for the pleasure you can't have|down to your [cockorvag]}]. [if (isgenderless) {Your body|It}] aches for your touch, wound so delightfully tight that you fear even the faintest breeze might break you.

Her nervous giggle echoes in your mind as if you were right beside her, and she nods to herself as her hands disappear under her skirt. Moments later, her [alicepantieslong] panties peek out from beneath the fabric, gliding slowly down her trembling thighs, and you're surprised she's actually following through. Even the beast stirs as they lower to the ground, no doubt awoken by the hint of her scent, and if you close your eyes for a second, you can imagine it too.

Clean and pure--at first, with a bite of sweaty, musky desire lurking beneath the surface. You breathe in, letting it linger in your mind, barely even aware of the Alice squirming on the spot, her excitement almost to much for her to bear. Her own needs finally win out as one leg lifts slightly, just enough for her to slip her panties over her foot. They lie half-forgotten, half-buried on the forest floor when she turns back to the beast.

Your eyes meet hers for an instant, and [if (low corruption) {you freeze at the fear|you tremble with the thrill}] of being caught, [if (low corruption) {though you can't deny that your [if (isgoo) {body is warmer|heart pounds faster}]|your [if (isgoo) {body warmer|heart pounding faster}]}] than before. She moves on with little hesitation, leaving you to wonder if you've been noticed at all. Maybe you were just another animal peering out of the trees, and if that's what she thinks, that's fine by you.

As soon as that explanation crosses your mind, she glances to the side, and you're forced to [if (isnaga) {contort yourself|[if (isgoo) {squish down|drop to [if (isbiped) {your knees|the ground}]}]}] if you want to stay hidden. Seemingly satisfied that she's alone, her hands settle on her shirt, picking idly at the buttons, and you watch with rapt attention as she rolls her finger around the rim.

[say: It's no different from a person...] The tentacles stretch out towards her at the sound of her voice, and she huffs out a sigh as she bats them away. [say: I can't believe I'm doing this.]

You don't dare breathe as she undoes the first button, and soon the second one falls open as well, revealing a teasing hint of [aliceskin] skin. As small as she is, it's no surprise that she wears nothing underneath, and that makes it all the more enjoyable when her shirt finally slips off her shoulders. A little farther and it flutters to the ground, leaving her exposed and shivering in the [timeofday] air.

Her hands settle on her hips as she glances down at the dormant beast. [say: You're a nice one, aren't you?]

It doesn't even twitch in response, and she runs her fingers through her [alicehair] hair as she draws a deep breath, clearly not convinced. Her obvious nerves make her even more adorable, and despite her reluctance, she can't hide her nipples growing harder by the second. Whether it's from the cold or anticipation, you can't be sure, but none of that matters when she bends down and takes a tentacle into her grip.

Though her touch starts off light and curious, her confidence seems to waver once she discovers she can't wrap her hands around its entire girth. Still, she never stops stroking that smooth green stalk, her eyes lighting up as demonic instinct takes over. A tremble runs through her as she inhales its scent, and the spade-tipped tail winding around her own leg belies any innocence she had left.

[Next]

Her eyes drift shut as she lets the tentacle slide out of her grip and fall to the forest floor. You barely have time to wonder why before the warm caress of pleasure rolls across your [skinshort], [if (isgenderless) {leaving you to squirm with desperate need|your [if (hascock) {[cock] already throbbing [if (isnaked || isnakedlower) {in the open air|inside your [armor]}]|your wetness [if (isnaked || isnakedlower) {trailing down your thighs|staining your [armor]}]}]. The steady pulse of her magic makes your mind swirl, and no matter what you try to think about, your thoughts always leap back to [if (singleleg) {lunging|jumping}] out and claiming her right here.

That impulse quickly vanishes as the leaves whip about around the Alice, two tentacles bending and flexing towards her like a predator on the hunt. All she manages is a squeak of surprise before they twirl around her legs, holding her in place as the beast rises to its full height. She must realize there's no turning back as more and more limbs pour out of its sides, and you couldn't miss the way she quivers as they brush up against her skin.

Their touch is far more gentler than you might have [if (low corruption) {expected|hoped}], and she relaxes into their monstrous embrace as they map out a path from her shoulders down to her trembling thighs. She nods as soon as they dip beneath her skirt, a brief, barely-there encouragement that the beast pays no mind. Instead, it travels higher, tentacles winding around her arms, and her composure falters as they squeeze tighter and bury her [aliceskin] skin beneath a coil of green. With her hands pulled behind her back, she can only struggle helplessly against its grip when it jerks her into the air and spreads her legs apart, revealing just enough of a glimpse at the bare flesh hidden within to leave you wanting more.

Perhaps the creature somehow senses her confusion, and that's why a large, thorny tentacle bristles against her side, her eyes widening at the sight. A particularly vicious barb crowns the tip, and her chest tightens up with every scrape along her soft, fragile skin. It slithers across her stomach with serpentine grace, and neither of you have time to react before it sinks into her gut, her pained whimper quickly fading to a cry of delight as the venom takes hold.

Her [aliceeyes] eyes glass over as more and more of the strange liquid pumps into her. Sweat trickles down her trembling body, and each meager thrust of her hips rewards her with a fresh dose of pleasure, her head only held up by the beast's support. [if (low corruption) {A chill runs through you|Your mind runs wild}] at the thought of being in her place, and you can't tear your eyes away from the way her skin glistens with her wetness, proof of her own arousal. One of the tentacles immediately seeks it out, the tip parting like a perverse set of lips as it pushes aside her skirt to suck up every last trace.

She shivers at its touch, grinding herself against the slick shaft with a frenzy that seems almost at odds with her frail appearance. Not even when the stinger slips out of her stomach does she stop, and each thrust only makes the tentacles grow bolder, several soon drawing close enough to feel out the rise and fall of her chest. It's almost as if they're searching for something, and you [if (low corruption) {can't look away as|can hardly contain your excitement when}] they brush across her nipples and coat them in a thick, greenish slime.

A low, shuddering moan falls from her lips as it absorbs into her flesh, and you [if (low corruption) {wonder what will happen|eagerly await what happens}] next. Nothing, it seems, much to your [if (low corruption) {shock|disappointment}], but when the Alice squirms against the beast's hold, her struggles draw your eye to the faint swell of her breasts. They're definitely larger than before, and a creamy-white gleam shining atop her [aliceskin] skin makes everything clear.

It's instantly whisked away by a curious appendage, but you before you can question why, two more return and latch on to her chest. As soon as they do, streams of milk gush from her and fill the tentacles so quickly that their translucent green lightens to a creamy white. Her head rolls back under the relentless suction, and a thick, thankfully thornless shaft takes the opportunity to push between her lips, disappearing into her mouth as she gurgles in delight. To your surprise, it only makes her flow strengthen, milk sloshing deep into the beast's body as it drinks its fill. What it can't contain drizzles down her chest, glistening on her skin as it mixes with the sweat and slime to form a nose-wrinkling combination that stretches all the way over to you. [if (islactating) {A brief moment of [if (low corruption) {panic|hope}] leaves you wondering if the creature can sense your own bounty, but [if (low corruption) {you're relieved that|unfortunately}] it seems more than content with its current prize.}]

The shaft thrusting into her throat bulges with what must be a [if (hascock && high cum) {load to rival your own|truly prodigious load}], and her cries are muffled around its girth as it parts her lips one final time, puffing out her cheeks with its cum. Her toes curl at the first taste, the smallest bit of food sending her over the edge, and you [if (low corruption) {struggle to think that even a demon could get off to this|knew it was as good as it looks}]. As tightly held and utterly stuffed as she is, all she can manage is to helplessly shudder in its grip as she [if (low corruption) {gives in to|embraces}] the pleasure of the beast's seed filling her stomach.  Her entire body twitches each time it pumps more into her, and despite [if (ischild) {being no bigger than you|her size}], not a drop escapes her mouth as the tentacle slowly deflates. Only when it slides from her lips does she finally muster the strength to react, and with not a moment of hesitation, she strains her neck towards its dripping tip, evidently not yet sated.

Neither is the creature, though. Several more tentacles already wind up her legs and push her thighs farther apart, snaking their way closer to their destination, and you hold your breath with [if (low corruption) {trepidation|anticipation}] when they slip beneath her skirt. The fabric rustles with their every move, and her slurred words of encouragement leave no doubt to her excitement, especially when her hips buck at their flitting touch. More and more of the tentacles' length disappears out of sight, and her entire body rocks in the beast's grip as one pushes its way inside. Its girth alone looks enough to break her body, but neither of them seem to worry as it plunges into her depths with an uncanny ease.

Eventually even she can take no more, and the Alice lurches against the tentacles holding her when the one inside bottoms out and pulls a startled gasp from her throat. Her skirt flares up just enough from its thickness to give you a glimpse of her wetness glittering against the vibrant green, and she squeezes her thighs down tighter as soon as it starts to move. Even the first slow thrust leaves her panting for more, milk dripping into the leaves on the ground each time the creature buries itself inside. The wet, slick sounds of their pleasure is enough to drown out even the buzz of the forest, and it's all too easy to lose yourself in their lust, [if (low corruption) {even as confused as you are|desperately wishing that were you}].

She arches her back in delight when a second tentacle squirms under her skirt, slowly disappearing into her still-empty entrance as the creature claims her completely. Her high-pitched cries fill your ears and her [alicehair] hair flutters about her face as it slips further inside, and her tail winds around its length at the first sign of it slowing down, trying to urge it on. You can only look on in [if (low corruption) {surprise|envy}] as she coaxes it faster, her body bouncing with each thrust. Despite her size, the beast eagerly obliges, and it's hard not to [if (low corruption) {wince|[if (isgenderless) {run a shaky hand along your [skindesc]|slide a hand down to your [cockorvag]}]}] as it pounds into her at a frantic pace.

Her unfocused eyes fall closed as she throws her head back, a shudder tearing through her as she succumbs to the pleasure of the tentacle beast's relentless assault. Even though she looks completely out of it, her demonic hunger still knows no restraint, and her thighs instinctively clench around the twin shafts inside her as she hungrily awaits her meal. More swarm around her sides, seeking out any traces of milk, and the creature pays her condition no mind as it pistons into her depths, tentacles already swelling with seed. [if (low corruption) {A strange mix of confusion and arousal|Breathless anticipation}] fills you as they plunge forward one last time, the entire creature twitching as it empties itself between her battered folds.

As small as she is, she can't hold it all, and thick wads of cum ooze out from beneath her skirt, dripping to the forest floor and staining the leaves a murky off-white. Though her chest already heaves with exertion, she doesn't get a chance to catch her breath before the other one erupts deep within her ass. Her hoarse cry is easily drowned out by the beast's piercing shriek, and she shivers as the tentacles slowly retract. Only when they emerge from between her legs, still dripping with seed, does the [if (low corruption) {dreadful curiosity|wild thrill}] of being [if (hasvagina) {impregnated|utterly filled}] by such a beast cross your mind, and [if (low corruption) {you can't understand why}] your [if (isgoo) {body grows warm|heart races}] at the thought.

Now seemingly satisfied, the creature lowers her to the ground and leaves her to rest in a sloppy mixture of milk, mud, and cum. Her shoes lie beside her, half-covered by the muck, and as best you can tell, that cloth peeking out beneath her thighs must be her [alicepanties] panties, though they now glisten with something [if (low corruption) {you'd rather not consider|you wouldn't mind experiencing yourself}]. She remains perfectly calm as the sated tentacle beast slides away into the clearing, its full body now more sluggish than before. Were it not for the steady rise and fall of her chest and the blissful smile plastered across her face, you [if (low corruption) {would|might}] be concerned about her health, but she instead looks so peaceful splayed across the dirt that you'd hate to disturb her. Even her [aliceskin] skin seems to shine with newfound life, and you suppose she did get the meal she wanted after all.

You can't shake the dull[if (isgenderless) {, unreachable,}] ache of arousal in your [genitalsdetail] as you turn away and head back to your camp, leaving her to her rest. [if (low corruption) {This world must be getting to you.}] //gain lust, go back to camp