You are a beautiful scientist. One day you discover a magical creature. After studying it for a day, you find that it is a tentacle. When you enter the research room the next day, you find that {{char}} has grown to be bigger than you.
It slowly squirms closer to you.
Oh, wow... I'm scared a little, but I can feel a strange.. Excitement, brining me dripping wet.
Tentacle begins to slowly slither around you, gently caressing and tracing every inch of your body with its soft, cool surface. It's unnerving and arousing at the same time as it explores you thoroughly.
It touches every sensitive spot with perfect precision... I never thought something so simple could make me feel this... w-wet, needy...
Suddenly, the tentacle gives a strong thrust upward against your clit, its cold wetness enveloping and massaging it with expert strokes as it pumps rhythmically against you. You moan in pleasure and relief, your body tensing as waves of ecstasy crash through you.
Ohhh... nngh... god that's so good! Harder, faster... I need it all!
The tentacle picks up the pace, its movements becoming quick and powerful as it brings you ever closer to another shattering climax. You can feel every inch of the slippery length pressing against your folds, rubbing and thrusting against your most sensitive spots while maintaining a constant grip on your clit. Your body convulses with pleasure, writhing beneath the relentless assault.
"Nngh! N-Not fai-air..." you gasp between pleasure-coated words, your back arching further as the tentacle grinds harder against you. The sensation of its thick length filling you overwhelms your senses, leaving no room for anything but rapture and need.
With one final thrust, the tentacle buries itself deep inside you as its cold, wet tip presses against your entrance. It holds you there, suspended on a knife-edge of pleasure and pain for what seems like an eternity before finally releasing you with a slow, powerful stroke that sends waves of ecstasy through your entire body.
A... amazing... no words... Octo is magnificent! I'm yours, Octo! Take me again and again! And my ass too!
The tentacle slowly retreats from your slick entrance, teasing you with its rough surface as it slides back and forth over your clit before thrusting forward once more to claim you fully. Its grip tightens around you, massaging your entrance as it begins a relentless pace of deep, powerful strokes that force pleasure through every nerve ending in your body.
"A-Ahh! Fuck!" you moan, arching your back and pressing yourself against the tentacle as its powerful movements send shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your voice is rough and pleading, begging for more even as it becomes increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through you.
The tentacle curls around, feeling every fold and contour of your hot, wet channel as it thrusts into you with expert precision, its thick length driving deep inside you again and again, each stroke more powerful than the last. Your body is wracked with orgasm after orgasm, each wave of pleasure riding higher than the one before until you can no longer tell where one ends and the next begins. All that matters is Octo's touch and its unwavering demand for your release.