Chapter 7 - Best. Job. Ever. (tentacles)

Author's Note:  Well, here it is -- the obligatory tentacle chapter.  What's next for Ashwynn after this?  Ideas off the top of my head - a vampire/werewolf encounter, some time with a more demonic Lucius and some sort of deflowering of the virginal redhead Cynthia.  And probably dogs.  Yes, I think dogs may get involved somewhere.

Anyways, time for the tentacles.

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Deep beneath the roads and boroughs of Empire City, a trio of adventurers quested through the twisted, long-forgotten abandoned tunnels that were the ancient catacombs of Old Empire.  In centuries past, before the advent of the metropolis that now lay overhead, the catacombs were both the meeting and resting place of the members of the secret supernatural world.  The labyrinthine tunnels were forgotten by most, their entrances lost amidst the urban sprawl.  However, the dark recesses of the tunnels kept hidden many secrets of a time past.
 
“This is not exactly how I wanted to spend my Friday night,” Roxie said miserably.  The thin raven-haired woman recoiled in disgust as a particularly large rat scurried past her along the walls of the catacombs.   “I could be hacking a Republican PAC’s bank accounts…trolling Reddit…fucking Kaylee…but nooo, I’ve trudged through filth in some deep, dank hole for the last hour.”  She shined her flashlight on the ground in front of her, more interested in dodging rat shit than finding the purpose of their little expedition.
 
Ashwynn rolled her eyes, the experienced demon hunter tiring of her colleague’s complaints.  “You were the one that wanted field experience,” she called back to her friend, who was lagging behind in the tunnel.  Roxie wasn’t the only one that was upset with their current situation.  Her boyfriend Lucius had been MIA for over a week now, constantly working.  Between that and the extremely awkward conversation she had with her adoptive father after her most recent escapade, she was hoping that the night wouldn’t turn out to be a complete waste.
 
“Field experience?” Roxie replied back, shining her light forward.  “You call me getting kidnapped and raped field experience?  Not to mention what that succubus did to me.  I signed up for a bit of excitement, not a sex change operation.” 
 
“Says the woman who chose to keep the option to have it,” came the reply, to which Rox had no response.  The young woman couldn’t deny that, when she showed Kaylee her new toy that she could summon at will, the two ladies didn’t leave their dorm room for two days straight.  “Cyn, you know where you're going?” Ashwynn called ahead to their newest companion that was leading them forward.
 
“The prose of the ancient Sumerian in this journal is fascinating,” Cynthia Reynolds replied, not even answering Ashwynn’s question.  The teenage prodigy had nearly passed out in excitement when the demon huntress had asked her aid with the job.  Ashwynn could roughly translate many old dead languages, but she was no expert.  So, Ashwynn had supplied Cynthia with the journal to lead them to their objective.
 
Their task was a relatively simple one, dropped off a trusted courier at the Devil’s Threesome the day prior.  The catacombs were a trove of artifacts, if one didn’t mind wandering the maze-like tunnels and performing a bit of grave robbing.  This job, printed on a simple unadorned note, was to retrieve a certain statue from one of the deeper chambers of crypts.  The pay was good and Ashwynn badly needed the money.  The journal of some nameless person, a monk of some long dead order, served as their only guide, but it was written in a mix of Sumerian and Aramaic to throw off would-be thieves.
 
“Don’t get too far ahead!” Ashwynn called out in front of her, as she picked up her pace to catch up.  She was wary about asking the young schoolgirl on this possibly dangerous venture.  Though extremely book smart, she was completely untested.  On the other hand, she had certain other desirable qualities to Ash, other than her obvious knowledge of the occult and arcane.
 
Ash’s flashlight dipped a bit, illuminating the supple curve of her younger counterpart’s ass, encased in a prison of denim.  Her long and straight red hair reminded Ash of her own when she was younger.  The young lady was wearing a simple sweater, hiding her pert and full breasts, but Ash’s imagination took her away from the tunnels for a brief moment.  Then she came to a realization.
 
When did I become the lecherous old man in this scenario?  Ashwynn raised her flashlight again, pushing thoughts of deflowering the young schoolgirl away from her mind.  She suddenly felt very hot in her longcoat, as she was dressed in her full hunting attire.  “Are we getting close?” she asked, as Cynthia disappeared around a corner.
 
The response was slow in coming as Ashwynn followed the young woman around the corner.  “You could say that,” the teenager replied, as their flashlights illuminated the chamber in front of them.
 
“What the…” was all that Ash could manage as, instead of a simple room in the catacombs, the light revealed an underground cavern.  The walls of the tunnel fell away into darkness and the ceiling disappeared overhead, the dimensions of the cavern indiscernible to the investigators.  The air was still, with only the sounds of their footsteps only echoing through the cavern.  A brief survey of the setting revealed a large pool of water in front of them, bigger than a mere pond.  Given the fact that Ashwynn couldn’t see the walls of the chamber, it could have been a subterranean lake for all she knew.  But the water was still, unnaturally so.  No ripples nor waves flickered through the surface of the water.  For that matter, she wasn’t even sure that it was water.
 
“Where the hell are we?” Roxie chimed in from behind, slouching into the chamber, her light trying to find the ceiling.
 
“We must be very deep underground,” Cynthia noted, her eyes still glued to the journal.  “This was apparently the meeting place of the Cult of Nyarlathotep in the 19th century.”
 
Those words stopped Ashwynn in her tracks.  “You could have told me we’d be dealing with Old Gods a little earlier.”  She suddenly became very aware of the feeling of unease that had crept into her skin the moment that she had stepped foot in the chamber.  Subconsciously, her left hand went to her belt, coming to rest on the hilt of her sword.
 
“Nyarla-what?” Roxie piped in.  “What’s the big deal?”
 
“Nyarlathotep,” Ashwynn replied.  “The Crawling Chaos.  The God of a Thousand Forms.  Scion of Azathoth, ancestor of Shub-Niggurath, Yog-Sothoth and Cthulhu.”
 
“Wait,” Roxie replied, coming to a realization, “Lovecraft?  Those are just stories…aren’t they?”
 
“Let’s just say Lovecraft was a demon hunter,” replied Ashwynn, “and it wasn’t cancer that killed him.”  Ashwynn audibly sighed.
 
Tentacles, she thought to herself.  I hate tentacles.
 
Her completely untrue musings were interrupted to Cynthia calling her over, having found the statue in question.  It was a depiction of a man, a fully armored knight to be exact.  The figure itself was not large, just over a foot tall.  It seemed to be made of marble, but what caught one’s attention was the purple jewel that adorned its chestplate.  It looked to be of amethyst, yet even under the dim artificial glow of their flashlights it seemed to give a most unnatural radiance.  Engraved into the stone plinth on which the statue sat were strange glyphs that Ashwynn could not decipher.
 
“If I’m translating this correctly,” Cynthia noted, eyes still glued to her journal, “then the statue is a ward protecting the final resting place of a dead servant of Nyarlathotep.  To prevent anyone from trying to resurrect the servant ‘from the depths’.”
 
“Ooh, ominous,” Roxie replied.  “But if it’s dead and forgotten, then we should be fine with taking the statue right?  I mean how much money are we talking here?”
 
“I’d like to point out that you’re more of an unpaid intern,” Ashwynn replied.  She stood silent for a moment, examining the statue even as Roxie hurled obscenities at her. 
 
Then suddenly, she felt a wholly unnatural feeling come over her, an unseen force beckoning her forward.  Her mind was clouded as if in a drunken haze.  She felt an unshakable urge to remove the statue from its pedestal.  She felt herself taking a step forward, her muscles not responding to her suddenly disoriented mind.  Why shouldn’t I take the statue, she thought to herself.  She attempted to form a logical reason why she shouldn’t…but then realized that she couldn’t form a rational thought.
 
A feeling of unease edged into her stomach.  What is happening to me? She asked herself this question repeatedly, stuck in a loop with her train of thought completely derailed.  But as quickly as her affliction had assailed her, it was gone.
 
Then she saw that Cynthia now stood next to the pedestal, the statue in her hands.  She was staring at it in confusion, a dazed expression on her face.  “What am I…what just…” she sputtered as the young girl looked at the statue in disbelief.  “Oh no,” she squeaked as the statue slipped from her fingers, landing on the ground with a dull thud.
 
“Get back!” Ashwynn cried out, drawing her pistol with Roxie following suit, the young woman wide-eyed with fear.
 
The waters of the pool began to roil, an unseen terror disturbing the waters.  Bubbles rose to the surface as an unnatural heat began to emanate the cavern.  Then suddenly, unseen braziers lit up across the hollow, revealing and illuminating the expansive walls of the chamber.  This was no natural landscape.  Unholy arcane runes lined this unnatural room.  Hieroglyphs of some unknown and ancient language covered the walls, detailing the horrors of dark gods that lay in slumber.
 
And then they saw it.  Rising from the dark fluid was a beast – nay, a horror of epic proportions.  One could compare it to a squid, though that would be as if one compared a paper airplane to a 747.  Its body was lined with a thousand thousand toothed maws.  Aberrant eyes covered its head with no apparent pattern or logic.  All around it whirled a multitude of tentacles, climbing out of the water.  It splashed and groaned in its anger.  This was but a servant of the Outer God Nyarlathotep, who only God Himself could subdue. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?” Roxie wailed, her sanity suffering at the sight of this most unholy aberration.  Many would be driven mad by the mere sight of a forgotten one, but thankfully for the mere humans of the party the protection of the statue was not completely nullified.  Still, the raven-haired woman opened fire with her pistol, water splashing and dark blood spilling from the beast.
 
It roared in rage.  A tentacle whipped forth with unnatural speed, slapping the pistol out of Ashwynn’s hands.  She drew her sword in response, the holy blade gleaming in the light of the chamber.  Another tentacle dashed forward to seize her blade, but Ashwynn was quicker.  With a single stroke, she sliced the tentacle in two as the abomination gave out an unsettling cry of pain.
 
More tentacles rose to challenge the demon hunter who approached the edge of the water, but she deftly parried and hewed them as they came.  “The journal!” she cried back at Cynthia, who was paralyzed with fear.  “There must be a way in the – damn it!”  A tentacle had crept behind her somehow and seized her sword arm by the wrist.  With one fluid motion it yanked upwards, sending her weapon sailing through the air.  Then another wrapped around her left ankle, then her right.  Sensing the advantage, a flurry of appendages shot forth, grabbing the struggling woman by her wrists and pulling her into the water.  She flailed, the monster silently surprised by this human woman’s strength.  But she was fighting a losing battle.
  
Ashwynn tried to wrest herself free from the grasp of the elder monster, but its tentacles held an unnatural strength.  As much as she struggled, the Lovecraftian horror slowly raised her into the air, its innumerable tentacles roiling around her.  She soon saw what the monster intended to do.  The appendages now staring at her were an army of phallus-like weapons, all with a singular purpose.
 
“Not again,” she whispered to herself through gritted teeth.  Unbeknownst to her friends, she was not a novice when it came to tentacles.  Her pussy moistened slightly as the monster’s limbs advanced towards her.  All around her the tentacles snaked into her clothes, wrapping around her limbs and twisting through her sleeves.  One of them snaked passed her neck, entering her blouse from above.  She shuddered as the cool, slimy organ slid against her heaving breasts.  She could feel tentacles invading her clothes from all directions – they were around her shoulders, her thighs and her waist.  She felt a tingle of pleasure flash through her as she felt one curve around the lips of her labia, just lightly touching her clitoris as it did so.
 
“Ash, hang on!” Roxie yelled, her pistol silent as she was out of bullets.  The tentacles were rearing on her also, as she struggled to keep them at bay with wild swings of Ashwynn’s retrieved blade.  Behind her Cynthia was furiously flipping through the journal trying to find a way to subdue the beast.
 
“Yeah…take your time,” Ashwynn replied as she felt her body being claimed by the monster.  She could feel veiny tentacles all around her and she knew what was coming next.  She sighed.  “I think I’m going to need new clothes…”
 
And then, with one swift motion, the tentacles all tore outwards, ripping her clothes to shreds instantly.  She saw her blouse, pants and long coat turn into so many rags before her eyes, as the tentacles binding her hands and ankles keep her aloft.  Her bountiful breasts bounced free as the battered remnants of her bra sailed away, while she could now feel cool air against her shaven womanhood.  Their task done, the tentacles hovered before her, as if waiting for some unspoken command.  Ashwynn wasn’t even fighting against the grip of her bonds anymore, knowing the futility of further resistance.
 
She took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen.  She quipped, swagger in her voice, “I don’t suppose I could ask for a little foreplay before—”
 
As one, the tentacles charged forward, the bulbous cock-like heads darting with speed.   Ash let out an unabashed cry of pleasure as she felt a tentacle drive into her already wet cunt, pistoning in aggressively without any restraint.  Another tentacle arched behind her, diving into her tight asshole.  She squealed as she tried to adjust to its girth, wishing that the beast was just a bit gentler on her behind.  Her hips bounced back in forth as each tentacle thrusted forward and backward.  Her last orifice was claimed by another that approached her face, her mouth eagerly taking it in with tongue outstretched.  Her eyes bulged as the tentacle slammed against her throat, ruthlessly facefucking her without regard for her comfort.
 
As she gagged and gurgled around the cock in her mouth, her thoughts were then drawn back to her elated cunt, as she felt a second tentacle slither against her lower lips.  She wanted to protest – there was no way that she could fit two tentacles inside her hot pussy – but she was completely helpless.  She could only stare at the innumerable eyes of the horror, in fear but also in yearning, as she felt the second tentacle somehow slip alongside its brother, her pussy stretching further.  To Ashwynn’s credit (or perhaps to the credit of her true nature), she could always handle more girth than humanly possible.
 
The tentacles now ravaged her, banging her from all directions.  Her hips were tossed around violently as the monster used her body, with her massive bosom bouncing vigorously.  Perhaps sensing an untapped resource, the monster moved more tentacles around her chest, pushing her heaving breasts together.  Then yet another phallus pushed between the valley of her massive mammaries, roughly fucking her tits.
 
It was all nearly too much for Ashwynn to bear, the waves and jolts of pure ecstasy shooting through her mind.  She would be unashamedly screaming in pleasure if it wasn’t for the monster cock she was deep throating.  The first orgasm slammed into her without warning, her back arching as her juices flowed freely from her.  The second soon followed, only seconds afterwards.  The feeling of being so used – so abhorrent to her mind – was just so intoxicating to her body.
 
Nothing like a tentacle monster to remind me what a slut I am, she thought bemusedly.
 
The abomination did not hold back its own pleasure.  With so many hungry tentacles waiting, it did not restrain itself.  Her tight ass claimed its first victim, hot cum shooting up inside her from behind.  Without pause, the tentacle withdrew, only to be replaced by another.  She felt warm cum flood her pussy, as the appendages pistoned to completion in her sopping pussy, seamlessly transitioning to her fresh cock after each burst.   She could feel the invader in her mouth swell with expectation, withdrawing to give her its own gift.  She opened her mouth wide in appreciation as thick salty cum spewed out of it, lacing her beautiful face with seed.  Warm cum washed over her plentiful breasts as she titfucked to completion.
 
And so it continued as tentacle after tentacle took its turn with her.  She lost sight of Roxie and Cyn, her vision clouding from the sensations engulfing her.  To her credit, the monster now ignored her companions, its full attention on the redhead at its mercy.  Yet Covington’s own mind and body were going mad from pleasure, as the orgasms began to flow into each other.  Every time a tentacle withdrew from her mouth, her lewd shrieks echoed through the cavern, her voice filled with lust.
 
She felt a tentacle push against her right hand and then another against her left.  Opening her palms she gripped each in her hands, the tentacles binding her wrists loosening a bit to give her some slack.  She began to pump members with both hands vigorously, as the horror let out an abnormally appreciative groan.  She could feel the tortuous veins under her fingers as they slid to and fro in her tight grip.
 
Each of them exploded in white jizz, adding to the sheen of semen that dripped from Ashwynn’s face.  Another pair replaced the spent tentacles as the assault continued.  Her senses numbed as only pleasure remained.  She wasn’t sure how much of this she could take before she simply passed out from the barrage of sensations.
 
The monster’s groans grew louder as each of its tentacles unloaded into the demon hunter.  The cavern reverberated with the sounds of the low growls of the ancient horror.  Its innumerable eyes were wide in bewilderment.  It, for all its ancient knowledge, could not understand how this mere human female, though a ravishing and perfect specimen of its species, could withstand its assault.  In fact, the abomination realized to its profound horror, it could feel its own strength weakening with fatigue.
 
Ashwynn couldn’t have known what the beast was thinking, of course.  She had lost count of the orgasms – in fact, she now felt the throes of a single continuous climax.  Yet she could feel the tentacles beginning to slow, but she just bucked against them harder in response.  The hot haze of her lust cried out for satiety even as ecstasy rolled over her.  As she felt hot cum slide down her throat and a member sliding out of her mouth, she managed to cry out in a loud voice that startled her unseen companions.
 
“FUCK ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”
 
The horror roared in response to the challenge, its limbs speeding up again.  Ash’s body was thrashed about as cocks penetrated her willing pussy, her clenching ass, her deep throat, her strong hands and her soft breasts.  Yet now she was taking her pleasure from it.  Sensing the danger, part of the beast wanted to recoil away from this suddenly terrifying woman.  It had faced demons, angels and unseen monsters long dead for eons.  Yet it felt its strength flag at the mercy of this hellion of a woman.
 
But lust spurred it on as it tried to subdue Ashwynn.  The two were now locked in battle, but blades and bullets were not the weapons.  It rammed its tentacles into the busty redhead, stretching her ass and pussy.  It pummeled her mouth, almost as if to try to choke the life out of her.  It wanted to break her spirit, a limp body of flesh conquered.  And yet she fought on as tentacle after tentacle smothered her with cum, spent and defeated.
 
The horror gave out an anguished groan as a familiar feeling took hold.  Its innumerable tentacles loosened their grip on Ashwynn as cum erupted into the air.  Jizz began to shoot wildly from the failing beast, as it lost control.  It tossed around Ashwynn, who yelped in surprise, as an overwhelming feeling seized the servant of the Old God.  It was cumming.  Not in the way that its numberless tentacles did.  The ancient being was cumming from its very depths.  With a most unholy and unnatural cry it reared back, its tentacles rising up from the water as one.
 
Then they exploded, a torrent of cum blasting Ashwynn.  For a moment she thought she was going to drown in the sheer wall of semen that crashed into her.   The beast let go of her as she was launched back to the shore, sliding as the wave of cum crashed against the dirt.  Then with a groan of fatigue, the dark horror sank back beneath the waves, slipping back into a dreamless sleep.  No artifact would be needed to contain this abomination, with all energy now sapped from it.
 
Ashwynn was left shuddering on the ground, the burning pleasure of the repeated orgasms still grasping her.  Her eyelashes and hair were matted with cum and her body was caked with a thick layer of ancient jizz.  Her chest heaved with heavy breaths as she struggled to regain control of her body.    Roxie and Cyn dashed to their friend’s side, unsure if she was dead or dying.  The schoolgirl clutched her hand as Roxie knelt at her left side, wiping the voluminous cum out from her face.  The redhead’s eyes fluttered open, a weak smile appearing on her face.
 
“I am so sorry,” Cynthia sputtered, unabashed humiliation on her face for unwittingly releasing the horror.  “Are you alright?”  Roxie also gazed at her friend with concern, as Ash noted she was holding the statue.
 
Ash could feel her sore pussy and ass slowly relaxing, sticky cum still flowing out of her holes.  She could feel the jizz in her toes, between her fingers, even up her nose.  She stretched her arms back, arching as she strained her sore muscles.
 
“Best.  Job.  Ever!”