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“What is she up to, anyway?”, asks Nida. The tall, muscular Orc has her ear up against the door to the study, straining to make out the murmured incantations filtering through the thick wood.
“Shh, we shouldn’t disturb her!”, responds Lia. The smaller, slight-framed Half-elf realizes that she’s been staring at Nida’s six pack abs and the sizable breasts hanging above, conveniently around the rogue’s eye level, and looks away with a blush. Nida barely registers the gaze - she has no issue with the attention, and is more than used to it. “Sh-she’s, uhm… Practicing something with her magic, she said. ‘Wild magic’ were her words. Said it could be dangerous if she didn’t have better control.”
Nida scoffs, taking a few steps back from the door. “I’m not afraid of any magic! Besides, Rein shouldn’t lock herself up all day like this - it isn’t healthy. Let’s drag our spooky sorcerer out of there, maybe hit a tavern together.” Too late does Lia recognize the way Nida has lowered her shoulder, how the Orc’s calves are taut and ready to spring. “Nida, wait!”
Heedless, the green-skinned warrior charges into the door with all the force and grace of a battering ram, busting the latch as she crashes into the dim, candlelit study. “Rein! Lia and I have been talking and it’s time for you to get some fresh air!” Lia’s spiky green hair pokes around the broken door frame as she pipes up, “I did not say that, Rein.”
Inside the study, Rein the Human sorceress stands in the center of a magic circle, runes inscribed in flowing arcane patterns around her. She turns her head in shock, her eyes covered in their usual blindfold beneath her orange hood but her gaze nonetheless fixed upon her interloping party members. “Nida? Lia? What are you doing here?! I told you I needed privacy!” Nida steps into the musty room, dragging Lia by the wrist behind her. “It’s no good to stay cooped up like this, friend. I only wish to help-” Lia rolls her eyes as she interrupts with, “You were only bored out of your mind, you mean.” The Orc turns to the smaller Half-elf, an indignant finger raised as she opens her mouth to defend herself.
“Would you two stop bickering?”, steps in Rein. “I don’t know what will happen now that my concentration is broken. Wild magic is… unpredictable. Anything could happen with the arcane energy I had already gathered. Frogs from your eyes, toenails growing far too long, panties catching fire… ah!” Nida and Lia whirl around to identify the cause of Rein’s cry, the pair put on edge by her description of various magical misfires. They quickly identify her concern, as it takes hold of the both of them as well: the floorboards ripple and roil as if rendered liquid and rubbery tentacles are phasing through the ground to grip and grope at the women’s legs.
Nida growls as the unearthly tentacles attack - the other girls scream. Mustering her strength, the brawny Orc fights to pull the rapidly-coiling appendages from her legs only for them to seemingly fight back, spurred onward by her resistance to respond in kind. Slow, meandering tugs turn into steel cord constriction as more and more tentacles emerge from the warp in reality to restrain her. Nida twists and yells in their grasp, shameless as they slither beneath her clothes and tear her garments away - victory against this unknown foe is her only goal, a goal which goes unrealized as her legs arms are soon tied up mummy tight, her limbs pinned together as the rippling tentacles lift her bodily into the air, suspended over the coiling mass of madness. Suddenly, the Orc’s battle cries are muffled into a deep, moaning groan as the tentacles force themselves into her holes, stuffing her mouth, ass, and pussy with thick inches of pulsing aberration eager to explore her hot-blooded insides.
Meanwhile, Lia finds her break for the door stifled by a chorus of pseudopods lassoed around her ankles, wrists, and waist. Seeing how Nida was taken for fighting back, the Half-elf resigns herself to shivering discomfort as the tentacles explore her skin, sliding beneath her clothes as they seek out her warmth, her wetness. She gives a squeak as the flicking tip of a tentacle discovers her inner thigh before making its way slowly, almost teasing, up to her slit.
The violation of Nida before her eyes was the cause of some arousal, she must admit, and her pussy is primed as a sucker at the tentacle’s tip clamps around her engorged clit with shocking suction. Her panicked breathing turns to shallow gasps of pleasure as more tentacles gently work their way around her form, nibbling and sucking their way across her body before finding her nipples erect and eager for their suckling bite. If she closes her eyes, she can almost imagine it is the mouths of her companions pecking at her sensitive spots. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had the thought…
As her fellow Heartpounders are subjected to the tentacles’ horny whims, Rein frantically searches within herself for the power to seal the chaotic rift wrought by her miscast magic. The core of her power is there, deep inside of her, if she can only reach it and work out a way to sever the invaders’ connection to her reality. Alas, the pink-haired sorceress finds concentration to be an impossible task as the tendrils seek her out as well, working themselves up her arms and coiling around the dusky flesh of her prodigious breasts beneath her loose-fitting orange robe.
The tentacles tug her torso downward, kneading her tits roughly as they force her to bend at the waist. She grits her teeth, brow furrowed beneath her blindfold as she reaches inward for the strength to quell the coiling madness. That’s when the tentacles lift the hem of her robe into the air, exposing her smooth backside to her companions as a pair of twisting, slender appendages reach out to spread her pussy wide, a flash of pink rarely shared with the world. The tentacles take her, one by one, filling up her cunt with coiling knots as they push all thoughts of magic from her mind to be replaced with their curious and demanding pleasure.
Days later…
A soft knock on the study door, clumsily reattached to its hinges by an uncommonly sheepish Lia. “Rein? Is it safe to come in?” The sorceress sighs, pausing in the middle of her ritual preparation. “Yes, Lia. You may enter.” The door scrapes in protest as the slight Half-elf pops her head into the study. “Sorry, I just wanted to make sure-” Rein faces her, unerring as usual in spite of her covered eyes. “There won’t be a repeat of last time, I’m sure. The circle should be much stronger now, even if my concentration is… interrupted.”
“Oh! Well, uhm, actually…” Lia bites her lip, prompting Rein to lower her hood and tilt her head quizzically. “What I mean, is… I was just wondering if that weird spell which I totally didn’t enjoy could come back. I guess not, huh…”
Rein smirks, enjoying the sheepish lesbian’s inability to broach such a subject even after all the skinship they’ve shared as a party.
“Hah, don’t worry. It will be coming back, but this time I’ll be in control. You’d better fetch Nida before I commence the ritual. If she can walk yet, that is.” Lia beams excitedly, before catching herself and quickly swapping to a serious expression.
“Yes, Rein! I’ll get Nida, for uh… your protection! Just in case!”
With a tune on her lips, Lia practically skips from the study to find her favorite Orc.