I’m only in my early twenties here, and ten of those years were sheltered beneath some pitying gazes, some arrogant and disdainful gazes. So when I say my mind was blown waking up with a taut, gorgeous little sexpot in my bed, it’s with a different frame of reference than most people might have. It was like waking up on Christmas morning. Or waking up in your hotel and going ‘AHHHHHHHHH! Today we’re going to friggin’ DISNEY WORLD!’ for the first time in your life. Except I was getting that feeling every morning.

There isn’t much better than waking up in the powerful, tentacled embrace of a lover, especially when she turns her cute button nose your way, opens sleepy eyes, and goes, “Good morning, Master.”

I had work to do, sure… but it could wait.

“I noticed your mating stick doesn’t disappear ever.”

“Correct,” I replied, already loving the adorable turn of phrase.

“That means you always want to mate, then.” Not a question, but a statement. Her eyes shot open in epiphany. “Is it sickness from the god nearby? That god is the god of mating.”

A tentacle had slithered down to investigate and curled around the base of my morning wood, and was now rhythmically squeezing.

“Gently now,” I told her, grinning. “It’s not sickness, but it is excited you’re here.” I ran my hands up and down her luscious form, her bubble butt and up to where her tentacles emerged from her head. It was like holding a dozen snakes.

“That feels ugh…” she said, eyes rolling closed and head lolling back. “Master, what is happening?”

“We mated yesterday,” I told her. “Don’t you know what’s happening?”

Her eyes drifted closed and her mouth parted to reveal those needle teeth dripping with clear venom. She arched her back to keep my massaging hand at the back of her head. In the meantime, her tentacles did their own dance, wriggling over my upper body and caressing every bit of flesh they found. “Again? But don’t we have to wait until I lay an egg?”

“We can’t mate for real,” I told her.

“Ah, right.” She’d straddled me now, lying over my whole torso. Her feet came just below my knees, while those tentacles writhed and curled, pulsed and slithered over me. Her legs had parted and were now squeezing my sides while she stared down into my face.

“It is enormous,” she breathed. “I can’t believe you put all this in me yesterday.”

I gave her a smile. “You sure are good for my ego,” I told her. “My head might swell up if you keep talking like that.”

The tentacle wrapped around me kept right on squeezing for several long minutes, while she lost herself in tracing all the edges of my body with fingers and hair tentacles. She snuggled into my throat while I brought a second hand up in order to massage her head, around where the tentacles emerged from her scalp.

“That,” she cooed, “that… is… ugh… good.”

I didn’t stop, but instead watched the blood rise to her cheeks. Her breasts darkened, then pressed outwards. I hadn’t watched the nipples appear before, but it was interesting to watch it in action. Hers were deep purple, nearly black, with wide areolae and thick pencil erasers that begged my tongue to lick them.

“Azalea wants Master inside her again.”

“Master commands you to mate with him,” I said. I still wasn’t used to the idea of owning someone. I’d be much happier if she ended up being a companion, or even a third bond mate. For now I’d settle for this weird Master talk.

The pressure from the tentacle left the moment she pressed backwards and slowly began spearing herself on me. A look of consternation came to her face, and it was strange seeing a creature with her teeth biting her lip to accommodate my size.

“Ohhhh Master,” she groaned. “It’s magnificent.”

A guy could get a complex hearing talk like that constantly.

Little by little, she coated more of me in her juices, and forced me to bottom out. It took time, but she looked strained at the end, like I’d just told her a terrible secret. She spent some time rocking backwards and forwards, just stirring herself up on me. In the meantime, her tentacles continued to rub and massage me all over. They got in between my toes, somehow squishing down and pulsing over my calves, knees, thighs, everywhere. More of them wriggled on my chest and abs as she rocked just an inch or so backwards and forwards. Her eyes fluttered and I could sense her pleasure level. My own was already high; it was incredible to feel her snugly wrapped around me, and the gigantic ego boost of seeing my cock’s outline bulge out the spot beneath her belly button. It was so lewd and so wrong, it turned me on immensely.

“Master feels so gooooood,” she crooned, still rocking back and forth just the tiniest amount.

She was right; she felt incredible, like a sheath made specifically to holster my size. The strangeness of having her tentacles all over me added to this. Seduction allowed for this. It also suggested that if I wanted to boost her pleasure, I could…

I worked my thumb down against where her body connected with mine, and located her clit with ease. At that moment, I spent the Token for Entwined Ecstasy to boost our pleasure. 

Eyes shooting open, teeth clamping closed, she groaned out a loud orgasm.

“You know what I can do?” I asked her quietly.

She made an unintelligible sound, distracted by the giant invader, staring at me.

I allowed Adaptability to change me to its fullest extent. My hair disappeared and was replaced by tentacles of my own. My skin went a bluer version of her own purple, and my teeth became thin and sharp, like her spines.

A look of awe came over her face, and hunger.

“Master is… Master is like me.”

My tentacles were more powerful than I’d imagined. The ability Man Enough boosted my strength to her levels, because the was indeed stronger than me. They weren’t barbed, and instead the suckers flowed out over her, tasting her all over. She was poison, but it tasted syrupy sweet to my adapted body. The tentacles licked and sucked at her legs, over and around and under. They pulled her closer, so they could continue their journey up and around her hips and core and chest. They stopped and suckled at the deep purple nipples while Azalea mewled and writhed. Her own tentacles had gone limp in response to the overwhelming pleasure. The only movement she was doing now was arching her back and twitching with the shocks of ecstasy I was giving her.

The tentacles on my head wrapped her arms while tasting her neck and cheeks and around to her back. She was everything an Injecticle would want in a mate: smooth, supple, deliciously full of toxicity.

They dragged her to my mouth and let me lick the junction of her thighs. There the sweet, poisonous nectar was most concentrated, most perfect. I teased her a bit licking each side, and before she could beg I plunged it inside.

An orgasm overtook her, causing her to buck up into my mouth. She arched her back and a cried out, ‘Master! Master!’ over and over again. Before long, those tentacles had slithered beneath her and propped her butt up so I had a better angle of attack. I soon found the pleasure button, and she grew very loud. For several minutes she hollered and moaned, and I lapped at her sweetness, until Seduction informed me she was on the verge yet again. Only then did I change things up.

My main tentacle, the one between my legs, demanded I be inside her. Tentacles soon flipped her on her stomach and pulled her onto her hands and knees.

“You are ready for me?” I asked, but didn’t wait for the answer.

She went, “Yes Masterrrrrrrr,” as I pushed inside. While tentacles had her about the shoulders and elbows, more of them rhythmically constricted around her boobs and slid down to tickle at her clit. Another pushed into her mouth and began to force a blowjob out of her. One final tentacle nestled in between her other cheeks and force its way into her rear entry.

I couldn’t say if it was her Nakamamon anatomy or her personality, but on her knees, with elbows pinned against her sides and having every erogenous zone stimulated at once caused her to go wild. After three minutes she came, and when I didn’t stop but continued a relentless assault on her whole body, she came a good three minutes later. She might have grayed out at one point, around the fourth orgasm, but for the fifth and sixth she was very much awake and active. She couldn’t scream, but the muffled cries were very audible.

All of my tentacles sampled different parts of her body. Her body bulged out against my cock’s invasion time and again. She was tight, but so slippery, encasing me to the last inch or so before bashing against some inner wall. With all my Adaptability focused on becoming an Injecticle I couldn’t pull any of my length or girth back. The feeling was astonishing; between the tastes of her nipples, her tongue and the back of her throat against my tentacle, the taste of her juices as they coated her clit, the taste of her toxic sweat, I was in heaven.

Some fifteen minutes later she let loose a flood of juices. She literally sprayed against me and onto the floor. Again, I sensed that she grayed out into semi-consciousness. She also did this while clamping down on me with astonishing force, and I came inside her, hard.

Afterwards I let her gently down, then scooped her up into my human arms and carried her to the bath. After all, being only about four feet tall, she hardly weighed 80 pounds. I had to keep myself from tripping on her hair, but it wasn’t a problem once I bundled it up on top of her. After a nice soak in the tub together, she began to snore on my chest. I then dried her, casting fond eyes down at her, and laid her on my bed.

“Master,” she mumbled.

“What’s that, beautiful?”

“I like your juicy juice. And I like your Injecticle body, and your regular body. And this mating stick of yours.”

Eyes closed, her tentacles nudged at the underside of my cock, and she giggled.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

“Master gave me freedom, gave me life, gave me a name, and gave me the pleasure of mating with another of my species. And I didn’t even want to eat you all up afterwards.” She gnashed those terrifying teeth of hers together with eyes still closed, looking like a horror cartoon.

“Get some rest,” I told her, inwardly a little horrified that Injecticles had that praying mantis, black widow, octopus situation going on. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea snuggling up, post coitus, and waking to have her fangs in my neck.

“Thank you, Master.” She still hadn’t opened her eyes.

“You need to start calling me Fletcher, or I’ll start calling you pet.” A tentacle wrapped around my wrist and pulled it to the top of her head, where I was made to pet the top of her head several times while she giggled.

“I think pet needs… a nap,” she said, yawning another visual nightmare into my memory.

My Relationship with Azalea had crossed from Acquaintances into Trusted Acquaintances, which was nice. Venom Shot didn’t level up, but that didn’t surprise me really. We’d have to get close to or past Devotees to go from level 3 to 4, I figured.

The remainder of the morning was spent making my own anti-magic drug, to keep me from becoming a Nakamamon, followed closely by lunch—anything to wash the taste out of my mouth—and then gardening.

I needed all of my ingredients, and in triplicate. I also needed peaches, strawberries, pecans, and all kinds of other wonderful stuff that didn’t exist here right at this moment but would just as soon as my bestest magic power made it so. I also desperately needed to know if my mansions were done, and how they tasted. Mangoes, awesome, passionfruit, never had it, so who knew how good or terrible they might be?

And honestly, sitting and watching trees grow before your very eyes is really something. Put a stupid, vapid smile on my face while my brain went to work on the problem using Myriad Mind. The ability I’d gotten from Celine was one of the weirdest things, given that I could relax and enjoy the feel of moist dirt in my hands and the sun on my neck—through a magical enchantment that allowed it through a neighborhood directly opposite this neighborhood—and also calculate what I’d have to do in order to handle getting The Lovers cured up.

First and foremost, I would need to undo the divine aspect interference before any of the eggs hatched with brand new species of Nakamamon. The people here might have a problem with their babies being holy babies, or they might not. I had a chance to make that question a non question, and it was a chance I was going to take.

I’d done the reading. I’d also gotten lucky here. Divine aspect interference was a standard illness that afflicted a lot of beings, and Healers too, from working in close proximity to gods over and over. It was a watered down version of divinity poisoning, sort of, or rather it was on the spectrum of divinity-influenced issues, and I could use some of the same ingredients to help handle that.

First and foremost, I asked that the mothers who could all bring their eggs to my laboratory so I could use Mending Aura on them all at once. I then used it again over at the octopus woman’s house because her babies were all attached to the ceiling.

After this, it was time to harvest some new plants. I put the word out with Khan, Shale and Yowl that I needed some of these plants. If there were plant aspect Nakamamon who had knowledge of these, could grow them, or the like, I would appreciate their help. The three elders took my request to the people, especially the town’s herbalist and cooks, and the hunt began.

“Please let us know what else we may do to assist you in your endeavor, venerable Healer,” Yowl said.

I had bamboo, I had lotus, and I also had sage handy. These I cut and replanted over again, knowing I might need them. As I worked in my garden out in front of the estate, and also behind it, I drew a crowd of interested onlookers. They, same as I did, watched the fruit trees and the hardwood trees grow with unbelievable speed, visibly transforming as seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into an hour of staring.

It then occurred to me that there was something the townsfolk could do to aid me in my task. I wasn’t sure if they were going to like it, but there was definitely something they could do.

This is Christopher about to make an indecent proposal.