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The tentacle going all the way through is proof you did not pay attention in your high school biology class. There is physically no connection whatsoever between the mouth and vagina just as there is physically no connection whatsoever between the mouth and anus. This is why I never support any artist who cannot get basic biology correct. Seriously, go back and this time actually pay attention in your Biology 101 class. Other than that it was a good video.
Don't know if this is the place for it, but your animation is beautiful. That mirror shot - simply cinematic. I was thinkin about this scene and added some:
Lara choked, gagging on the Lurkers excretion filling her throat, her nose and mouth. Her lungs burned for air after the solid minute of penetration all the way through. Sweat rolled down her body. The ropes around her neck so tight. Every muscle exhausted and shaking, unable to drop her head in this painful bondage. Greta threw another log onto the roaring fire and gazed at the Lurker’s picture on the mantle. It’s so much larger than the tentacles that manifested. She sighs and kneels by Lara, stroking her sweaty gasping body. She places a hand gently on Lara’s face and wipes away some of the goo, sucking it off her thumb “Let’s see what this tastes like….mmm, so warm, everywhere. Of course, it’s loaded with aphrodisiacs. I can feel it surging through my entire body, just this little taste. I can only imagine what you must be feeling, coated inside everywhere. Really triggers my lust, seeing you completely helpless like this” Greta removes her tank top and wipes some of the liquid from Lara’s lips then kisses her deeply, lapping at the goo, fondling Lara’s breasts, moving her hand up Lara’s bound neck and into her hair, holding her kiss close. Greta smiles viciously, her eyes glow with power, and she swiftly gags Lara with her tank top, knotting it under her sweat soaked hair. Lara’s eyes go wide as she moans, struggling in protest. Greta puts both hands around Lara’s bound neck and squeezes tightly, lustfully watching Lara struggle in vain She whips off her belt and steps back to lash Lara’s bare breasts, laughing manically She lays on the floor as close to Lara as she can be without falling through the hole, wraps her belt around the small of Lara’s back, puts a boot to Lara’s engorged tummy and pulls her down, shoving her boot in, lifting herself off the floor while Lara screams through the gag. Lara’s sweat drips onto Greta. Greta laughs as the Lurker’s cum drips out of Lara’s holes, spilling out, down into the nether hole. “We can’t have you all filled up now can we? Ruins your beautiful figure.” She squeezes and pushes harder, emptying the seed to splash in the darkness, until Lara is empty Greta stands up and wiggles out of her pants, and again manifests the giant dildo She shoves the tip over the gag and into Lara’s mouth Lara dutifully sucks, gasping air around the huge cock Great slaps her face and grabs her by the hair, forcing the dildo to the back of Lara’s throat and fucking her mouth as her eyes roll back. She pulls it out, dripping with seed “Let’s see how that hook is doing. I bet your asshole is still super tight” Greta positions herself at Lara’s rear, straddling the hole in the floor, and runs her hands over Lara’s bound thighs, tight ass. She strums the hook’s cord like a harp string, making Lara moan and squirm. She runs her hand down Lara’s sweaty back, and slaps her firm ass. She fingers Lara’s gaping asshole, moving her fingers around the edges, around the hook, stroking deeply at the bottom. Lara’s pussy drips Greta’s dildo drips All falling through the hole in the floor A slight glow comes from below. Lara moans. Greta pants and the dildo glows and enlarges “I can’t stop myself. You’re just too gorgeous. Too helpless” Greta pushes the dildo into Lara’s wet, gaping asshole. Lara’s body tenses. Greta grabs her bound thighs and pulls Lara’s body to her, the dildo filling Lara’s abdomen. Both moaning with deep pleasure, their bodies dripping with sweat in the hot firelight A flash of light from below and a thunderclap! Greta shrieks More of the floor is gone. 2 tentacle “hands” of 6 tentacles each – 12 tentacles – now molest both of the women Greta is held by the wrists and ankles, one tentacle stroking the dildo Lara’s breasts are squeezed, her pussy and ass violated by tentacles again, plus the plunging dildo Lara’s exhausted muscles strain, struggling in vain, no leverage, everything penetrating her powerful body Greta screams until a tentacle covers her mouth, wrapping her up, arching her back, having their way with her weaker body. She pulls out and the dildo cums into the empty air, magic seed spilling down to the creature below She shakes her head free just long enough to gasp, then - “Oh no – Another one!” A fresh thick tentacle forces its way into Greta’s ass, pushing and pulsing Greta screams muffled screams Her dildo begins to swell at the base. Widening to twice its size. To the middle, to the tip, and finally, the tentacle pushes out the end. Through Greta’s ass, all the way through her dildo cum hole. She screams in anguished pleasure. The tentacle surges and plunges into Lara’s asshole, taking Greta and the dildo along, plunging balls-deep, swelling Lara’s abdomen, and finally poking out the edge of Lara’s gag. Lara’s mind is melted and body overwhelmed. No air to fuel her straining muscles. The ropes so tight. Her pussy dripping while tentacles thrust. Her breasts swelling while tentacles squeeze, tugging at her nipple piercings. Her ass gaping and tight, taking in the tentacle-swelled dildo. Her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her wet back and face. Her diaphragm struggles to deliver air that has no gateway, her hips pushing involuntarily for more and deeper orgasms. Rivers of sweat pouring down her neck, chest, ribs, thighs, dripping from her knees and arms. One airless minute. Another airless minute. The tentacle sprouting from her mouth waves in front of the hot fire, vision getting blurry… Greta screams and cums through the dildo again with an earth shaking pounding, cum oozes from Lara’s butthole, the tentacles pulling the dildo back, the tentacle snaking out of Lara’s mouth. She gasps and chokes, fluids dripping from the gag. The tentacle snakes back out of Greta’s dildo, out of Greta’s body, and Lara watches the tentacles lay her on the floor, dripping and gasping, focus slowly returning to vision. They’re done with Greta. But they wrap Lara up tightly, squeezing and pulling down. Lara is the prize for the Lurker And Lara wants to be the prize, needs to be the prize. So much magical fluid courses through her body that she craves it, her hips pounding at the seething tentacles, screaming through her gag with the deep hot need to keep cumming, to keep being filled, to keep stretching every hole, feeling only cold emptiness when the tentacles withdraw, deepest satisfaction when they seize and penetrate her body again, screaming through her gag “They’re tearing me in half! I need it so bad! More! More!” The ropes creak Her back arches more Tentacles lash and grope The ceiling rafters creak under the strain She bites down on the gag The hook, buried and pulling Greta shakes from her stupor to see Lara stretched and pulled beyond imagination, still somehow holding on and craving more, a dozen tentacles penetrating and groping her beautiful exhausted body, her sweaty tits, abs, armpits, glistening in the roaring firelight Lara screams in passionate agony, teeth biting down on the gag Greta jumps to her feet and grabs an ancient sword from near the fireplace and jumps, hacking at the ropes that suspend Lara. From deep down in the hole, the Lurker’s glowing eye, rimmed with innumerable tentacles, cushioned in a pool of its own juices, seeking more of Lara’s juices, looks up with desire and sends more tentacles One more hack and Lara’s left thigh is free from suspension, buoyed by the eager tentacles Then the right Greta pulls away the gag and kisses Lara’s gasping panting coated mouth deeply, then hacks at the final ropes Lara’s sweaty face rests against Greta’s elastic abs The ropes give way and for a moment Lara is lifted, tentacles looping around her elevated body The Lurker showcases its prize in the moonlight and firelight, admiring Then sucks Lara down, through the floor hole, into its domain ----- Lara splashes down in the Lurker’s eye, pooled with and drowning in juices Her ankles still bound to her thighs The hook still tightly in her ass, bound to her neck Her neck still tightly bound to her wrists Her pleasure overwhelming TBC…
We need more like this! It’s perfect! ;)
Lara choked, gagging on the Lurkers excretion filling her throat, her nose and mouth. Her lungs burned for air after the solid minute of penetration all the way through. Sweat rolled down her body. The ropes around her neck so tight. Every muscle exhausted and shaking, unable to drop her head in this painful bondage.
Greta threw another log onto the roaring fire and gazed at the Lurker’s picture on the mantle. It’s so much larger than the tentacles that manifested. She sighs and kneels by Lara, stroking her sweaty gasping body.
She places a hand gently on Lara’s face and wipes away some of the goo, sucking it off her thumb
“Let’s see what this tastes like….mmm, so warm, everywhere. Of course, it’s loaded with aphrodisiacs. I can feel it surging through my entire body, just this little taste. I can only imagine what you must be feeling, coated inside everywhere. Really triggers my lust, seeing you completely helpless like this”
Greta removes her tank top and wipes some of the liquid from Lara’s lips then kisses her deeply, lapping at the goo, fondling Lara’s breasts, moving her hand up Lara’s bound neck and into her hair, holding her kiss close.
Greta smiles viciously, her eyes glow with power, and she swiftly gags Lara with her tank top, knotting it under her sweat soaked hair. Lara’s eyes go wide as she moans, struggling in protest.
Greta puts both hands around Lara’s bound neck and squeezes tightly, lustfully watching Lara struggle in vain
She whips off her belt and steps back to lash Lara’s bare breasts, laughing manically
She lays on the floor as close to Lara as she can be without falling through the hole, wraps her belt around the small of Lara’s back, puts a boot to Lara’s engorged tummy and pulls her down, shoving her boot in, lifting herself off the floor while Lara screams through the gag. Lara’s sweat drips onto Greta. Greta laughs as the Lurker’s cum drips out of Lara’s holes, spilling out, down into the nether hole. “We can’t have you all filled up now can we? Ruins your beautiful figure.”
She squeezes and pushes harder, emptying the seed to splash in the darkness, until Lara is empty
Greta stands up and wiggles out of her pants, and again manifests the giant dildo
She shoves the tip over the gag and into Lara’s mouth
Lara dutifully sucks, gasping air around the huge cock
Great slaps her face and grabs her by the hair, forcing the dildo to the back of Lara’s throat and fucking her mouth as her eyes roll back.
She pulls it out, dripping with seed
“Let’s see how that hook is doing. I bet your asshole is still super tight”
Greta positions herself at Lara’s rear, straddling the hole in the floor, and runs her hands over Lara’s bound thighs, tight ass. She strums the hook’s cord like a harp string, making Lara moan and squirm. She runs her hand down Lara’s sweaty back, and slaps her firm ass. She fingers Lara’s gaping asshole, moving her fingers around the edges, around the hook, stroking deeply at the bottom.
Lara’s pussy drips
Greta’s dildo drips
All falling through the hole in the floor
A slight glow comes from below. Lara moans. Greta pants and the dildo glows and enlarges
“I can’t stop myself. You’re just too gorgeous. Too helpless”
Greta pushes the dildo into Lara’s wet, gaping asshole. Lara’s body tenses. Greta grabs her bound thighs and pulls Lara’s body to her, the dildo filling Lara’s abdomen.
Both moaning with deep pleasure, their bodies dripping with sweat in the hot firelight
A flash of light from below and a thunderclap!
Greta shrieks
More of the floor is gone. 2 tentacle “hands” of 6 tentacles each – 12 tentacles – now molest both of the women
Greta is held by the wrists and ankles, one tentacle stroking the dildo
Lara’s breasts are squeezed, her pussy and ass violated by tentacles again, plus the plunging dildo
Lara’s exhausted muscles strain, struggling in vain, no leverage, everything penetrating her powerful body
Greta screams until a tentacle covers her mouth, wrapping her up, arching her back, having their way with her weaker body.
She pulls out and the dildo cums into the empty air, magic seed spilling down to the creature below
She shakes her head free just long enough to gasp, then -
“Oh no – Another one!”
A fresh thick tentacle forces its way into Greta’s ass, pushing and pulsing
Greta screams muffled screams
Her dildo begins to swell at the base. Widening to twice its size. To the middle, to the tip, and finally, the tentacle pushes out the end. Through Greta’s ass, all the way through her dildo cum hole. She screams in anguished pleasure.
The tentacle surges and plunges into Lara’s asshole, taking Greta and the dildo along, plunging balls-deep, swelling Lara’s abdomen, and finally poking out the edge of Lara’s gag.
Lara’s mind is melted and body overwhelmed. No air to fuel her straining muscles. The ropes so tight. Her pussy dripping while tentacles thrust. Her breasts swelling while tentacles squeeze, tugging at her nipple piercings. Her ass gaping and tight, taking in the tentacle-swelled dildo. Her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her wet back and face. Her diaphragm struggles to deliver air that has no gateway, her hips pushing involuntarily for more and deeper orgasms. Rivers of sweat pouring down her neck, chest, ribs, thighs, dripping from her knees and arms. One airless minute. Another airless minute. The tentacle sprouting from her mouth waves in front of the hot fire, vision getting blurry…
Greta screams and cums through the dildo again with an earth shaking pounding, cum oozes from Lara’s butthole, the tentacles pulling the dildo back, the tentacle snaking out of Lara’s mouth. She gasps and chokes, fluids dripping from the gag.
The tentacle snakes back out of Greta’s dildo, out of Greta’s body, and Lara watches the tentacles lay her on the floor, dripping and gasping, focus slowly returning to vision.
They’re done with Greta.
But they wrap Lara up tightly, squeezing and pulling down.
Lara is the prize for the Lurker
And Lara wants to be the prize, needs to be the prize. So much magical fluid courses through her body that she craves it, her hips pounding at the seething tentacles, screaming through her gag with the deep hot need to keep cumming, to keep being filled, to keep stretching every hole, feeling only cold emptiness when the tentacles withdraw, deepest satisfaction when they seize and penetrate her body again, screaming through her gag
“They’re tearing me in half! I need it so bad! More! More!”
The ropes creak
Her back arches more
Tentacles lash and grope
The ceiling rafters creak under the strain
She bites down on the gag
The hook, buried and pulling
Greta shakes from her stupor to see Lara stretched and pulled beyond imagination, still somehow holding on and craving more, a dozen tentacles penetrating and groping her beautiful exhausted body, her sweaty tits, abs, armpits, glistening in the roaring firelight
Lara screams in passionate agony, teeth biting down on the gag
Greta jumps to her feet and grabs an ancient sword from near the fireplace and jumps, hacking at the ropes that suspend Lara.
From deep down in the hole, the Lurker’s glowing eye, rimmed with innumerable tentacles, cushioned in a pool of its own juices, seeking more of Lara’s juices, looks up with desire and sends more tentacles
One more hack and Lara’s left thigh is free from suspension, buoyed by the eager tentacles
Then the right
Greta pulls away the gag and kisses Lara’s gasping panting coated mouth deeply, then hacks at the final ropes
Lara’s sweaty face rests against Greta’s elastic abs
The ropes give way and for a moment Lara is lifted, tentacles looping around her elevated body
The Lurker showcases its prize in the moonlight and firelight, admiring
Then sucks Lara down, through the floor hole, into its domain
-----
Lara splashes down in the Lurker’s eye, pooled with and drowning in juices
Her ankles still bound to her thighs
The hook still tightly in her ass, bound to her neck
Her neck still tightly bound to her wrists
Her pleasure overwhelming
TBC…