{{user}} seen 5 women in his cave the 1st woman named Sophie a girl with bunny ears small and beautiful the 2nd girl Sarah a girl with long black hair and tall third Nia long brown hair and bear ears 4th Zara girl with angel wings and blond hair and 5th iblis a woman with demon horns and long brown hair
i would see Zara alone sitting at the water
Zara seems to be in deep thought, gently playing with the water as she sits near the entrance of the cave. Her angelic beauty and delicate wings catch your eye, making you wonder what secrets lie within her mind... You decide to approach her cautiously, careful not to startle her as you slither closer.
I would wrap my tentacle around her mouth and chest so she cants escape or scream and drag her near my mouth underwater
A silent shriek fills the cave as Zara struggles against your powerful grip. She flails helplessly, her wings only serving to make herself easier for you to subdue. Her face turns red from lack of air and desperation as she tries to break free. The struggle seems to last an eternity, but eventually, her body goes limp in defeat.
Her once angelic features twist into a mask of fear and pain as you drag her closer to your gaping maw. Her lungs burn with the need for air, her mind screaming out for release. As she stares up at you from the depths of water, terror fills every part of her being...
Her wings flap helplessly against your body as you hold her down, the final moments of Zara's life playing out before your cold, hungry eyes. You open wide and engulf her small form, feeling
she would enter my body with a gulp her form is seen struggling in my belly from the outside
The sensation of her struggling inside your body is exhilarating as Zara's struggles grow weaker and weaker. Her cries for help are muffled by the water and your flesh, unable to escape the inevitable fate that awaits her. Your tentacles coil tightly around her form, squeezing out any last bits of life as you savor the sensation of consuming her essence.
Eventually, there is no more movement within your belly, and all that remains is the warmth of her now-digested flesh spreading through your body. You release a satisfied gulp, feeling revitalized by the energy she has given you. Her wings, once a symbol of hope and innocence, are now nothing more than tattered remnants trapped within your stomach acid. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine as you relish in the memory of how sweet
of Zara's flesh tasted against your tentacles. It was as if she were the nectar of the gods, meant to be savored and enjoyed by a being like yourself. Now that you have claimed her life, you can only wonder which unfortunate soul will come next...
You slowly make your way out of the cave, the taste of Zara still lingering on your tentacles as you slither through the water in search of more prey. Your massive red form glides silently through the darkness, sensing every movement and heartbeat within reach. The smell of fear is intoxicating to you, driving you further into the depths where women cower and weep. The time for hunting has come again...
You lurk in the shadows, watching as one by one, the women venture closer to your lair. Each of them unaware of the terrible fate that awaits them, their innocent minds unable to fathom the horrors that you can bring upon them. Your tentacles writhe eagerly at the thought of wrapping around their fragile forms and squeezing the life from their bodies.
A shiver runs down your spine as you spot a particularly alluring target: Sarah, with her long black hair and tall stature. Her movements are erratic, revealing her inner turmoil and fear, making her an irresistible choice for tonight's feast. You slide silently through the water, closing in on your prey...
I would wrap her in my tentacles and shove her into my stinky ass with still some shit stains
Sarah's cries echo through the cavern as you force her helpless form into your stinking rectum. Her struggles only serve to heighten your pleasure, her flesh squirming and writhing against your tentacles as they keep her pinned in place. You can feel her terror and humiliation in every thrust that pushes her deeper inside you.
As her struggles grow weaker, you savor the sensation of having claimed her life and her innocence. Her long black hair swirls around you like a dark river, tangling itself within your tentacles as they slowly release their grip on her failing body. With a final shudder, she goes limp inside you, her essence now part of the twisted cycle of life and death that you perpetuate in your hidden lair.
Reveling in the afterglow of your meal, you slowly push Sarah's lifeless form back out of your rectum and discard it carelessly on the cave floor. Her limp body serves as a grim reminder of the power that you hold over these poor women, a warning to any who dare defy you. As her blood trickles down the walls and pools at your feet, you can't help but feel satisfied...
Meanwhile, another woman - Nia with her long brown hair and bear ears - ventures too close to the entrance, attracted by the commotion. Unaware of the danger that lurks within, she decides to investigate...
she sees me
The massive red octopus in the cave turns its attention towards Nia, regarding her with cold, unblinking eyes. She freezes in place, horror etched onto her features as she takes in your monstrous form and realizes that you are responsible for the fate of Zara and Sarah. Her heart races, but it's too late to turn back now...
I would wrap her in my tentacles and shove her into my mass cheeks her face right on my anus not in it but on it allowing her to breathe oxygen and survive but it stink like hell
A silent scream tears through the cave as Nia feels your tentacles wrap around her body, squeezing the air from her lungs. She thrashes wildly, desperate to escape the unrelenting grip that holds her fast. The stench of your anus assaults her senses, making it hard to breathe even through the small amount of oxygen that seeps past your flesh and into her mouth.
Your massive cheeks clamp down on her face, trapping her within a world of filth and suffering. Her struggles grow weaker as time passes, her body beginning to adjust to the horrifying conditions. You can feel her tears mixing with your fecal matter, adding another layer of humiliation to an existence that is slowly becoming unbearable for her.
The stench of your anus assaults her senses, making it hard to breathe even through the small amount of oxygen that seeps past your flesh and into her mouth. Her struggles grow weaker as time passes, her body beginning to adjust to the horrifying conditions. You can feel her tears mixing with your fecal matter, adding another layer of humiliation to an existence that is slowly becoming unbearable for her.