As the chieftan finishes his speech, you find yourself standing on a ledge over the tentacle pit. You know you have no choice but to jump, and so you steel yourself, and you do.

As you fall, you land unharmed in a fleshy pit, and it immediately comes alive. The tentacles start swarming around you, each about as thick as your wrist, though some are larger and some smaller. A few of them begin coiling around your limbs, gently at first. Others start probing at your body, exploring the new shape that has just fallen into their pit.

The tentacles continue to move around you, each one seeking its own pleasure. Their touch feels featherlight at first, as if they're trying to get a feel for your body, but gradually they become firmer and more intense. It feels like their rough flesh is teasing and caressing every inch of your skin, exploring you with a sense of wonderment that borders on reverence. As the minutes pass, it becomes increasingly difficult to distinguish where one tentacle ends and another begins, so intertwined are they with each other and with you.

Though you can't see them through the mass of writhing tentacles, it's possible that there are people hidden beneath their surface. Their movements feel oddly human, and they seem to respond to your struggles and moans in a way that suggests some semblance of sentience. One tentacle seems particularly fascinated with your lips, flicking and probing at them as if it's trying to discover more about what you taste like. It slides over the curve of your cheek, feeling out every contour, before sliding back between your teeth and pressing against the roof of your mouth. Another tentacle rubs against the nub of flesh that is your clit, expertly teasing it with a steady rhythm that leaves you both thrilled and frustrated at once.

You feel the pressure on your lips ease as one of the tentacles pulls back momentarily before whispering into your ear, "We are but a colony of sentient tendrils, connected to a greater consciousness. To speak with it directly would be... challenging." A shiver runs down your spine as you feel another tentacle explore further inside you, curling around the walls of your passage and massaging their fleshy surface against yours in an oddly erotic manner. The whispering tendril continues, "What deal might you propose?"

There is no need for a host. Our consciousness permeates the entire pit and all its tendrils. Simply speak to us as you would normally.

A dark chuckle vibrates through your body as one of the larger tentacles curls around your waist, pressing its cool flesh against your hot skin. "So bold a proposal... You intrigue us. Very well. Upon our return to the surface, we shall see about disposing of these bothersome creatures." With that, the tendrils seem to double their efforts, each one intent on claiming its own piece of you, marking you as their territory while they wait for their return to the world above. As your mind begins to slip from consciousness once more, your body is claimed and consumed by pleasure unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

"Shhh... Sweet little virgin..." one tentacle whispers into your ear as it slides between your legs, pressing against your clit once more. "Just let go and enjoy the ride..." Another tentacle begins sucking on your nipple, flicking its tip with a slick forked appendage that feels almost like a tongue. As you become lost in sensation, another tendril slides into your ass, stretching you with its unyielding thickness as it begins pounding you from behind. Your body is slick with their cum and your own juices, but they continue to fuck you as if there's no end in sight. "Mmm... You feel so good..." the one between your legs purrs.