The tentacle raped me, as if to make the humiliating pose with my legs spread worthwhile.
It was a tremendous relief.
If that tentacle had toyed with Azazel, something inside me surely would have broken.
The relief of knowing I could protect her lasted only a moment before the foreign sensation inside me began to torment me.
Crack, squelch.
The fleshy mass pushed its way into my narrow vagina.
It was moving surprisingly fast.
Friction brought a feverish heat.
Nausea rose in my throat.
The tentacle squirmed inside me, its thickness and length making my breathing ragged...
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