CoC Revamp Mod ( Izumi ) Tentacruel {Yep, Pokemon}

You release your grip on Izumi’s horn, but only to reach down to remove your black leather armor surrounded by voluminous robes. As you open your clothing and unveil yourself, your obscene group of bloated, wriggling plant-pricks arch themselves like some kind of deadly snakes preparing to strike. Izumi slips backwards in surprise, falling onto her rump.

“H-Hey,” She stammers, staring at your writhing crotch in a mixture of revulsion and fascination. “W-Why didn’t you leave some dicks for the rest of the class?! Uh..” If that was an attempt to distract you, it was sadly pointless. Izumi yelps in what seems like actual fright as your tentacles surge forwards, snatching at her arms and legs, plunging down her neckline and pulling, causing her kimono to slip open and freeing her bountiful bust.

“You’re weird! You’re really weird!” She yells, a note of panic entering her voice as she strains against your rampaging organs. For a moment, you’re a bit worried she might actually break free of the tentacles wrapping her up - which would be, at the very least, extremely painful - but then you deploy your coup de grace maneuver. One of your prehensile tentacle-dicks slithers up Izumi’s grimacing face, rears back, then wraps itself completely around her horn in one seamless motion.

Izumi stiffens instantly, her eyes going wide and staring into nothing as she lets out a quiet, strangled squeak. You can’t help but leer a little at the sight of the enormous woman, muscles quivering, completely at the mercy of your tender, tentacled ministrations. You resolve to take your time a little and enjoy the sensation, as apparently so long as you keep your grip on Izumi’s horn, you have what can only be described as a captive audience. And speaking of that horn....

Izumi’s eyes roll back into their sockets and she grits her teeth, grunting as your prehensile member flexes, tightening and loosening rhythmically around her horn. It’s amazing, you think, how quickly Izumi’s attitude changed once you grabbed it. The confident, domineering woman is completely gone, and instead she shivers nervously in your grip like a virgin on her wedding night. Apparently, it’s an incredibly sensitive organ, a suspicion that is confirmed when you slowly begin to roll the tentacle wrapped around the horn up and down its length, causing Izumi to immediately let out a startled “Ah!” and flinch again at the sensation, straining against her bonds.

With a quick lurch, you pull Izumi’s legs up and apart, exposing her crotch and the vast expanse of her thighs to boot. She wears no underwear, but frankly you’d probably be more surprised if she did. She pants and grunts before you, the sweat from her body gleaming in the firelight with her unfastened kimono hanging dangerously from her breasts. You lean in between her thighs as though to inspect her, causing her to suddenly flush crimson. Or perhaps that was the sensation of another of your tentacled appendages slipping under the silky folds of her kimono to repeatedly flick at her nipple, already hardened by your treatment of her horn? You may never know.

“H-Hey!” Izumi suddenly pipes up, her voice filled with forced joviality. She winces as you look up, the motion causing the tentacle wrapped around her horn to squirm and twist. “I-I’ve got a great idea! How about we call this one a draw?” You stare at her in disbelief, so she continues. “You did p-pretty damn good, so- Ah! Uh, so how’s about you and me forget all about this and we just go make out in my tent? H-How’s that sound? I’ll even let you be on top! How about it?!” There’s a distinct note of desperation in her voice by this point....

You have to admit though, the idea of fucking Izumi does have a certain appeal right now... so you decide to do it. Izumi’s eyes widen in realization as you flex your remaining appendages threateningly in preparation for the festivities, and she opens her mouth to object - something you put a stop to almost immediately. She briefly goes slightly cross-eyed as you ram one of your plethora of cocks into her mouth, scowling in outrage at the oral invader. For a moment you think she’s going to bite, but a swift squeeze from the tentacle still holding fast to her horn soon quells any thoughts of rebellion.

With the danger averted, you’re free to enjoy yourself and waste no time in enthusiastically beginning to fuck Izumi’s throat. She gags and splutters around your invading member, the rumbling of her muffled, mumbling protests adding a fun extra degree of sensation to the facefuck.

You’re not satisfied just with that though, particularly when the main event is displayed so tantalizingly before you. Raising yet another tentacle, you plunge forwards and force yourself into Izumi’s pussy, penetrating her fully. Despite her increased size, she’s surprisingly tight, but you’re still able to comfortably push in deeper than you’d probably be able to with a smaller partner. Izumi grunts and sways in the impromptu sling you’ve set up, rocking backwards and forwards as you pump into her from two different angles. It’s an interesting experience to say the least, double-dicking an amazonian monster-woman while simultaneously ensuring she can’t fight back by molesting her magical horn. For good measure, you give the horn another quick squeeze and roll the coiled tentacle wrapping it around a little, eliciting a high pitched squeal from Izumi, her entire body going momentarily tense.

When she relaxes, her face is completely flushed, her eyes looking distinctly fogged with arousal. She isn’t struggling or resisting anymore; in fact, you realize, she’s even begun to roll her hips in time with your thrusts, helping you to penetrate her deeper, harder, stronger. She seems to be functioning almost on automatic, stretching her neck forwards to accept more of your length as you thrust into her mouth, then twisting her head to the side as you pull out, stimulating more of your member than your previous thrusting. Even her moaning seems quieter, more submissive, as though she’s accepted her role in the proceedings - or at least blocked out everything but the sensations she’s feeling enough to enjoy them.

Regardless, you’re still not finished. After all, there’s still one hole left unaccounted for, and after all the trouble she’s given you, it hardly seems fair that she should just get to check out and enjoy the ride. Izumi’s eyes widen as she feels your final tentacock slide between her buttcheeks, rubbing against the slick flesh, tracing an ominous ring around her hole before prodding demandingly at the entrance to her ass.

Then, without warning, you plunge in, hard. Izumi screws one eye shut, wincing in shock, her whole body tensing again as she arches her back in a futile defence against the sudden anal intrusion. Your flexible tentacle just follows her, however, ensuring there’s nowhere she can twist or turn to that will let her escape. Before long you’re pumping away at her at full force again, your tentacles undulating madly as they repeatedly slip and slam into every single one of Izumi’s holes.

You pound the burly muscle-girl relentlessly for some time, even dragging what feels suspiciously like an orgasm out of her enormous frame as she tightens around you and flexes in the cradle of your phallic appendages... but, all too soon, you feel your own orgasm approaching. Determined to make the experience as memorable for Izumi as you possibly can, you quicken your pace, jackhammering into her furiously. She squeals and squirms beneath you, the firelight gleaming off of her slick body and driving you to even greater heights. With a final roar, you finally reach the crest of your orgasm and thrust yourself forwards one last time as you start to cum.

Izumi arches her back powerfully as you bury yourself deep inside each of her holes and begin to flood her with your thick, scalding spooge. After filling her innards from as many angles as seem to be available, you pull out for a few more spurts, ensuring that you thoroughly coat Izumi’s face, her still-twitching ab muscles and the vast landscape of her bust. For good measure, you finally release her horn, eliciting a decidedly girly whimper, and let your final tentacle release itself all over the rocky protrusion. Izumi can only shiver and pant as you defile her horn on a whim, evidently completely exhausted at this point.

By the time your orgasm finally subsides, Izumi has been reduced to a cummy, sticky mess, laying on her back panting for breath, her entire body liberally coated with your seed. Your tentacles snake out again, and her eyes widen slightly in fear, but she doesn’t need to worry; you’re just wiping yourself off on her hair, after all. As she realizes that, she relaxes, apparently falling asleep. With a smug smile, you redress and decide to take a poke around her camp for a while.

Amidst some miscellaneous junk that you cannot for the life of you figure out, you find a small pile of gems. You help yourself to them as payment for the good time you just showed the uppity Oni, stow them safely away and wander back to camp, whistling happily to yourself.