Soaring Heights

Erotic short. Tentacle colonies rival one another for deepest access to a man’s body.

700w, rated E, trans M/tentacles and oviposition.

Dampier can feel the muscles in his arms stretch as the tentacles twist more firmly around his wrists and pull upward, feel his back straighten and his shoulders strain as his feet lift off the ground. Pressing down with his toes, he grips at a few blades of grass between them before he’s lifted wholly away from the ground. The tentacles at the base of the tree are coiled around and around his ankles, and they stop him from going any higher even as the tentacles above him keep pulling.

They’re separate colonies of tentacles, he doesn’t even know how many of them — he could see as he approached the subtle gradation in colouring and mottling around their bases, some with darker patterning, more banding than spots or vice versa, some with areas of lacking pigment or more ridging.

The physical appearance and development of the different tentacles coiling around him, sliding over his flesh, is less relevant than what their variety of appearances mean — if they’re different colonies, that means they’re in competition with one another.

Dampier cries out as several tentacles delve into his cunt at once, their tips finding the edges of his hole before thrusting forward, upward, each of them trying to get deeper than its competitors. He writhes powerlessly in place, gripped from above and below with…