Crucible of Ideas

The mist enveloped my body, gathering as if it had a will of its own and forming shapes.

It was taking form as I watched, changing into something like tentacles.

The mist left big brother at a loss for words.

I didn't blame him.

After all, even I was a little surprised.

I hadn't thought becoming a monster would suddenly enable me to use magic so skillfully.

Even in the time it took me to think that, the tentacles were becoming tangible and solid.

They were taking on definite existence just as I envisioned them, perhaps reflecting my mental image.

Thin, long, and supple, their glossy surfaces were wet with a sticky liquid.

They were wrapping my skin, tangling together and bending loosely back and forth.

Their queer touch on my skin was like soft flesh; like leather bags stuffed with water; like squishy slime; like and yet unlike all of these things.

But, strangely, it wasn't a bad feeling.

On the contrary, the inhuman touch on my skin became a new stimulation and gave me pleasure.

Half-unconsciously, I was abandoning myself to the tentacles.

They, sensitive to that, began coiling themselves around me more assertively.

They wrapped round and round my limbs like creeper vines and gently crept about my belly.

When they stuck to my breasts with a plop, I cried out in spite of myself.

As if pleased by that, each of the tentacles coiled around my body wriggled sinuously however they pleased, fondling my skin.

Their movement was just a bit eerie, but there was also something humorous about it.

Some of them fastened on my nipples, and others wiped the sweat that had risen on my skin.

Still others stroked my still-sensitive nether regions.

I quivered and cried out as I felt my slit spread open and my entrance lightly touched.

At the same time, several tentacles got behind me and fondled my back.

I gave a start at the pleasure from a place I couldn't see.

The tentacles that lapped up the semen that clung to my bottom seemed to take a liking to its flavor, and pounced on more almost like dogs.

"Oh, this is, incredible... Aah..." I murmured at the pleasure the grotesques brought about, immersed in ecstasy.

Even as I did so, the tentacles were still being born and seemed on the verge of engulfing me.

An audible gulp reached my ears.

When, still delirious with pleasure, I turned my ears to the sound, I found big brother staring fixedly at me, his ragged breaths mingling with the squishy sounds of the squirming tentacles and my lewd, wet noises.

He was getting aroused at the sight of me being violated before his eyes.

When I realized that, my own lusts accelerated too.

I wanted to show him something ever more lascivious.

I wanted to make his heart pound more.

Those feelings were reaching the tentacles and making them move with renewed intensity.

The tentacles violating my whole body were lusting for me almost as if each had become a living thing with its own separate will.

That in turn was generating intense pleasure and painting over my mind in the color of sexual desire.

With a sigh of yearning, I turned my gaze to big brother.

His face looking back at me was thoroughly suffused with carnal desire.

It looked like he couldn't content himself with just watching anymore either.

"Lilia, I..."

Impatiently whispered words.

He wanted to be wrapped in tentacles and wallow in devilish pleasure with me.

The misery of his tone and expression were telling me that more eloquently than his words ever could.

And I felt the same.

Responding to my desire, several tentacles slithered out and twined themselves around big brother's body.

At the uncanny touch, big brother cried out in spite of himself.

The tentacles, heedless of his protest, gave his arm two or three light tugs.

In that movement, like a child tugging on its parent's hand, there was no malice.

It seemed a little of big brother's unease remained even so, and he looked back and forth between me and the tentacles in confusion.

"It's alright, big brother."

My smile seemed to convince him that they meant no harm.

Big brother relaxed his body and surrendered himself.

Several tentacles, seemingly delighted to have been accepted, twined themselves further around him and began slowly drawing him towards me.

"Lilia."

"Big brother."

Now so close that our skins touched, we softly called out to each other.

Even as we did so, the tentacles were continuing to twine and coil around our bodies.

Still held fast in their grip, we wrapped our arms around behind each other and embraced.

The tentacles coiled around those limbs as well, binding them in that position and pressing our bodies even more closely together.

I felt that comfort was oozing into me every time a tentacle touched me.

Before I knew it, the top of the bed had become like a black swamp with me at its center.

The black stain, which continued to spread, was birthing one new tentacle after another to coil around us.

Entirely heedless of that strange scene, we thought only of enjoying the pleasure.

Soon my beloved would be all that I saw, and pleasure all that I felt.

"Hey... Let's go 'squish, squish' together..."

"Alright..."

Staring at each other, we exchanged words thus.

The black tentacles that surrounded us quivered and caressed our skin.

Delirious with the heat pouring into us, we were already losing our human reason.

Then the two of us, fallen in our bestial lust greedy for pleasure alone, tasted each other's bodies.

We kissed, touched each other's skin, and made our genitals couple, intent only on moving our hips.

With satiation far off, I even felt it would be nice to stay like this forever.

Almost as if to bless the two of us as we lay like that, the black tentacles were enveloping and engulfing us.

As we rubbed our bodies against each other while covered in syrupy, sticky fluid, I felt somehow as if me, and big brother, and these tentacles were melting together and become a single creature.

The form I pictured would probably have seemed sinister to a human, but as I now was it seemed a very lovely thing to me.

As we felt the joy of being engulfed in the color of darkness and of becoming one in copulation, big brother and I embraced each other powerfully and continued to raise cries suffused with delight.

Then, later, only a black egg that, still one, birthed delighted cries and licentious odors remained.

The End????