Vivian sighed as she flipped through the dusty, forgotten pages of the ancient tome. Archives work was always the dullest part of being the manager of Waifu-Wonderland. But she supposed there were worse jobs out there.
As she read through the musty spellbook, one particular incantation caught her eye. It promised to “summon a pleasure servant” who would “submit fully to the caster’s will.” Vivian snorted under her breath. As if any man could truly submit to a woman. They always thought they ran the show in the end.
Still, the promise was tempting. A little excitement to spice up her life of spreadsheets and supply chain management. Vivian traced a finger over the sigils and runes, committing the words to memory. Maybe she’d try it out. What’s the worst that could happen?
Later that night, Vivian sat alone in her candlelit office, the spellbook propped open on her desk. She took a deep breath and began to chant in a low, steady voice. The words felt strange on her tongue, imbued with an arcane power. The air seemed to thicken and crackle with barely suppressed energy.
Suddenly, the shadows under her desk began to churn and swirl. Thick, glistening tentacles burst forth from the portal, unfurling like obscene flowers. They writhed on the floor, leaving trails of viscous fluid in their wake. Vivian’s eyes widened. God, she hadn’t expected it to actually work!
The tentacles slithered towards her, undulating with hunger and need. They probed at her legs, the sensations unlike anything Vivian had felt before. Smooth, slick, pulsing with an otherworldly heat. The tips curled around her calves, stroking and squeezing.
“Wh-what are you?” Vivian demanded, heart pounding. She shoved her chair back from the desk.
The tentacles just coiled tighter, squeezing her thighs, kneading her flesh. They dragged her down to the floor, pinning her in place. More snaked up her body, pushing under her clothes to map her torso, cup her breasts. Vivian gasped at the delicate touch.
“Y-you’re not in control here,” she panted, voice shaking. She wasn’t used to being overpowered. “I summoned you. That means you answer to m-me…”
But the tentacles just kept crawling, filling her mouth, sliding between her thighs. They sucked and stroked and probed, stoking the heat building inside her. Vivian’s head spun from a cocktail of fear and forbidden pleasure.
She tried to push the tentacles away, but her arms were pinned. All she could do was writhe and moan as the appendages made short work of her clothes. Soon she was bared to the creature’s hungry touch, slick tentacles painting her skin.
Vivian bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She wouldn’t give in. Wouldn’t let this monster best her. But the tentacles were relentless, stroking every inch of her body, finding every hidden pleasure point. They forced her thighs apart, teased her entrance until she was dripping and ready.
Only then did they reward her, pushing deep in a hard, slick thrust. Vivian nearly screamed at the sudden fullness. The tentacles squirmed inside her, stretching, stimulating. She’d never been so full, so deliciously used.
They began to pump in and out, fucking her with inhuman speed and precision. Vivian could only clutch the floor, back bowing, keening her pleasure. The tentacles milked her, stroking deep, dragging over that spot inside that made her see stars.
Just as Vivian was teetering on the edge, the tentacles stilled. She whimpered at the loss, only to cry out as they spread her open. A thicker, pulsing appendage pushed against her entrance, then thrust deep in one brutal stroke.
Vivian came with a raw scream, convulsing around the thick tentacle buried in her core. Pleasure crashed through her, whiting out her mind. When she came back to herself, the creature was gone. Vivian lay naked on the office floor, sticky with fluids, aching and sated.
She pushed herself up on trembling arms, breath heaving. The portal had closed, leaving no sign of the creature but glistening trails on the carpet. Vivian stared at the spellbook, then at her ravaged reflection in the window glass. What had she summoned? And how the hell was she going to make it obey her?
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As she read through the musty spellbook, one particular incantation caught her eye. It promised to “summon a pleasure servant” who would “submit fully to the caster’s will.” Vivian snorted under her breath. As if any man could truly submit to a woman. They always thought they ran the show in the end.
Still, the promise was tempting. A little excitement to spice up her life of spreadsheets and supply chain management. Vivian traced a finger over the sigils and runes, committing the words to memory. Maybe she’d try it out. What’s the worst that could happen?
Later that night, Vivian sat alone in her candlelit office, the spellbook propped open on her desk. She took a deep breath and began to chant in a low, steady voice. The words felt strange on her tongue, imbued with an arcane power. The air seemed to thicken and crackle with barely suppressed energy.
Suddenly, the shadows under her desk began to churn and swirl. Thick, glistening tentacles burst forth from the portal, unfurling like obscene flowers. They writhed on the floor, leaving trails of viscous fluid in their wake. Vivian’s eyes widened. God, she hadn’t expected it to actually work!
The tentacles slithered towards her, undulating with hunger and need. They probed at her legs, the sensations unlike anything Vivian had felt before. Smooth, slick, pulsing with an otherworldly heat. The tips curled around her calves, stroking and squeezing.
“Wh-what are you?” Vivian demanded, heart pounding. She shoved her chair back from the desk.
The tentacles just coiled tighter, squeezing her thighs, kneading her flesh. They dragged her down to the floor, pinning her in place. More snaked up her body, pushing under her clothes to map her torso, cup her breasts. Vivian gasped at the delicate touch.
“Y-you’re not in control here,” she panted, voice shaking. She wasn’t used to being overpowered. “I summoned you. That means you answer to m-me…”
But the tentacles just kept crawling, filling her mouth, sliding between her thighs. They sucked and stroked and probed, stoking the heat building inside her. Vivian’s head spun from a cocktail of fear and forbidden pleasure.
She tried to push the tentacles away, but her arms were pinned. All she could do was writhe and moan as the appendages made short work of her clothes. Soon she was bared to the creature’s hungry touch, slick tentacles painting her skin.
Vivian bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She wouldn’t give in. Wouldn’t let this monster best her. But the tentacles were relentless, stroking every inch of her body, finding every hidden pleasure point. They forced her thighs apart, teased her entrance until she was dripping and ready.
Only then did they reward her, pushing deep in a hard, slick thrust. Vivian nearly screamed at the sudden fullness. The tentacles squirmed inside her, stretching, stimulating. She’d never been so full, so deliciously used.
They began to pump in and out, fucking her with inhuman speed and precision. Vivian could only clutch the floor, back bowing, keening her pleasure. The tentacles milked her, stroking deep, dragging over that spot inside that made her see stars.
Just as Vivian was teetering on the edge, the tentacles stilled. She whimpered at the loss, only to cry out as they spread her open. A thicker, pulsing appendage pushed against her entrance, then thrust deep in one brutal stroke.
Vivian came with a raw scream, convulsing around the thick tentacle buried in her core. Pleasure crashed through her, whiting out her mind. When she came back to herself, the creature was gone. Vivian lay naked on the office floor, sticky with fluids, aching and sated.
She pushed herself up on trembling arms, breath heaving. The portal had closed, leaving no sign of the creature but glistening trails on the carpet. Vivian stared at the spellbook, then at her ravaged reflection in the window glass. What had she summoned? And how the hell was she going to make it obey her?
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