Chapter 1 - Love in Neverwinter

It had been one week ever since the two had come to Neverwinter to enjoy their 'wedding honyemoon' ceremony and for Zhenyu to meet the city that the illithid had grown to know and call home. While the first couple days were a bit more relaxed aside the occasional playful husband and wife teasing play, it didn’t take long before the pair was walking by the clean streets of a city renewed, mostly with the disguised Harper taking full advantage of the situation to parade his beautiful wife and keep his arm cozily nudged between her breasts while in public, showing her to the beautiful gardens of the Temple of Chauntea and plucking just a few flowers, upon being granted permission, to adorn Zhenyu’s gorgeous black hair.
 
On the fourth day, Thell had finally taken Jiang to one of the underground fighting pits of the city; mostly where some of the Guild’s spies and contacts lurked or even worked at, keeping an eye on any criminal activity while indulging themselves on the necessary illegal commotion. While Thell was confident on his wife’s skills, there would be hell to pay should any of the more brute contestants seek to take advantage of the close proximity to her body to sneak a few gropes where they shouldn’t. Had Thell even dare use his psychic abilities to ensure they would fight fair? Perhaps, but that wasn’t something he would openly admit. And on the rare occasions where Jiang had received a harder punch to her beautiful features or a scrappy tiefling had clawed at her exposed skin too deep, regardless of the result, he would be there to slowly tend of her bruises and injuries.
 
The natural moisture produced by the tentacles would do great in speeding the healing of her cuts and hematoma. Naturally, at the end of each day, unless Jiang’s hand or new-found thumping powers would be put to use, Thell remained as the gentleman he promised to be. He would bath her like a child, constantly caressing her cheek and breasts, shoulders and lower back, trapezius and neck with his tentacle-beard while the hot water soaked by the sponge would slide down her body while he made sure to wash her. His house in the city was far more discrete than the accommodations of his tower but, even if they couldn’t really fit in the bathtub given his true size, that wouldn’t stop them from trying. Right?
 
Playful as they would be, after one week seeking to try and ‘control’ his urges and to not always walk in the streets with his ‘invisible’ lower hand groping and squeezing his wife’s magnet-inducing rear, the day for public debauchery had finally arrived. Late at night, Thell had guided Jiang between the narrow passages of the Black Lake District, until they had found a comfortable barrel for him to bend her over and keep her ass stuck out. One rough hand grasped the knot of her hair while the other squeezed onto her neck just enough to ensure that she wouldn’t be making too much noise unless he so desired to hear her voice. A few windows from the buildings flanking them allowed for any occupant to peek over, should they wake up to the 2 AM noises taking place outside their home.
 
SMACK! SMACK! THWAP! SMACK! THWACK! PLAP! THWAP! SMACK! SLAP! THWAP!
 
“Is this what you wanted, darling wife?” He asked with a playful tone, taking full advantage of the disguising spell he had used over her. While he could feel through the flesh of her body, should anyone find them they would look at Jiang as a light sun-kissed woman with long fire-colored hair, freckles and… bunny ears? What sort of strange species that was, hmm? Not that he cared about.
 
Hiking her beautiful eastern like dress he had ordered for her, Thell exposed the gorgeous ass for him while dropping his pants, something he was actually wearing under the illusion to his own form. A tall and muscular brute, definitely about to ruin this 2-foot shorter traveler from a far land. Both cocks were heavy and throbbing as they rested comfortably against Zhiang’s soft body.
 
“Make sure to thump whenever you want my cum.”
 
The teasing tone was clear as he took his time to angle himself with her entrances. Fingers dug into the supple flesh of her backside, spreading her for the fat cockheads trying to penetrate her well-used anal ring and loose pussy at the same time. Any required lubrification already applied thanks to the hour-long blowjob done just a few blocks away from their current location.
 
“Do you remember what we did last time?” He asked with a playful tone, bombarding her mind with the mental images of their little escapades. The day before, they had done it in the middle of the afternoon by one of the southern areas of the Noble-District of the city. His hands, so tightly wrapped around her throat, making her fight for every breathe, wheezing, pale, with eyes rolling back slightly. Her whole body, SHAKING, almost SPASMING in near orgasmic pleasure. His hips, hitting into her ass, PLAPPING and CLAPPING against her flesh, turning it slightly red from the continuous abuse. Her insides, spread apart by his godly shaft, SQUEEZING around him, CLENCHING as if trying to stop him from pulling away or resisting him pushing back inside, all for his pleasure. His shoulders, pushing against her ankles in a merciless mating press, her body pinned down, unable to move away, not that she wanted too. She was a good girl after all, obedient to the deepest bone, almost OINKING while she gasped for that precious air, while he kept RAMMING into her womb, as if trying to make her open up and SENDING her into a forced ovulation. She was HIS and HIS ALONE, every vein and curve being MOLDED into her body, all so she could please no one, but her BELOVED DADDY. His moves kept on getting more aggressive, faster, harder, as his groans started getting louder, and with one final thrust he FLOODED her eager goth bunny cow piglet womb with his cum, his seed overflowing her ovaries, sacking her body from every single egg that was ready to be FERTILIZED! Not that she wasn’t already by this point. Her tattooed foot thumping against his shoulder while Jiang had been taken in public with nothing to even hide how they looked like. Similar to their first alley-romp when they arrived, Thell hadn’t even bothered keep the hat, allowed any passerby to watch in shock and horror to the sight of the fully enlarged Mind-Flayer BREAKING the folded woman, only to find themselves forgetting any sense of danger thanks to well tamed Intellect Devourers that Thell used to ‘infest’ men and women’s mind with the thought that there wasn’t nothing wrong about such crossbreeding interactions and more. As to how such creatures had even been born? It was all thanks to Jiang’s third and forth month working for him, while he still took advantage of the naïve assassin monk and had attempt to magically create the unique hybrid-breed through arcane means and the woman’s orgasmic juice. The new breed of Intellect Devourer capable of only consuming the memories that would best fit whatever story Jiang or Thell wished to tell, before being capable of teleporting away back to their pods at the basement of the tower.
 
“Do you remember the look on their faces?” He asked with a grin, pushing forward with a steady and slow push. Fingers slipped past her lips, capturing her tongue while whispering with a more seductive tone. “Those hybrids were quite useful. I do have to teach you how to use your spy-assistants and the command words to allow them to teleport away. But that’s for later.” He spoke with such a casual tone, before finally focusing onto what would now happen.
 
That lovely squelching noise of her pussy lips parting ways while her asshole swallowed his other cock with the expertise of a fellatio only Zhenyu could deliver. All while she was reminded of what their back-alley escapades had done thus far. The spy Intellect Devourers kept the memories of their ‘victims’ while ensuring any reports about a mind flayer, loose in Neverwinter, would be kept a secret.
 
Those fat tits hanged over the young man’s face, wobbling with each little move, as the feral possessed half-elf druid squatted over his erect spear, licking her lips with a smile of a predator. "I hope you don't mind what's going to happen next~ kekeke~!" She giggled, moving her ass from side to side in hypnotizing movement, her tits swaying with it, her toned abs just centimeters below. Her arms, pressed on the sides of his head, pinning his arms down; he was nothing more, but her human boytoy. SLAP!! Her fat ass suddenly dropped onto his hips, with a long moan and her head tilting in pleasure, almost a feral howl as that spear penetrated her, went as deep as it could, spreading her inner walls and pushing onto every sensitive spot on the way. SCHLK! CLAP!! CLAP!! CLAP!! Without a warning, her ass started dropping onto his body, fat wobbling and clapping in resulting avalanche, her tits almost jumping above his face as she used him for her own pleasure! She was in heat, and he could see it in her eyes, she was going to ride him until the sun rises again, CLAP those cheeks until his hips were red from impact and until he came again and again deep into her WOMB; to seed her core! She wanted to be pregnant, and this pretty man is going to help her with that, doesn't matter if he wants to do it or not.
 
All across Neverwinter, perhaps over a dozen couples had been ‘infected’ with the same thought of that primal love-making sex the two shared. All because they had been curious enough to watch how an illithid engaged in intercourse.
 
“Think I should allow someone to keep the actual memories and not let them believe it to be a random wild fantasy?” He asked mid thrust, finally releasing the grasp from her throat and let her moan to her heart’s content while the THUNDEROUS PLAPPING of her asscheeks being used to cushion his hips and thighs began to fill the night. The hold on her hair the equivalent to someone holding a horse’s reins or, in her case, a mare. Thell’s prized mare.
 
For the first time over a week, because every previous sex session definitely didn’t count towards it, the mind flayer allowed himself to fuck her to his heart content, almost using her like a living fleshlight while, watching from one of the windows above, the ‘schlick, schlick, schlick’ noise came from the widow that had woken up to the strange sounds. Slowly and deftly fingers darted across plump and puffy folds, the redness showing the rush of blood to the engorged flesh in the dim light. Schlick, schlorp, pop. Her finger withdrew from the tightness of her own sex glistening in sticky, clingy fluids, a soft panting the only sound in the room as she presented her hand to the gleam of moonlight passing through the curtains, moments before Thell hoisted Zhenyu up and turned her in full view of the needy widow.
 
Naturally, he was too focused hoisting his lover’s muscular legs up and spreading them wide, folding Zhenyu into the perfect full-nelson that allowed for her abdominal bulge to move all the way as she got ruthlessly dropped onto those fat cockheads. For the eager woman watching the debauchery outside her window, she was greeted with the sight of Jiang’s breasts bouncing while arms were hooked upwards and both legs and feet dangled without a chance to go anywhere. Toes could only curl and that tattooed foot was only capable of thumping the air. But what she couldn’t see, because of the ‘hidden limbs’, was that Thell’s lower hands were eagerly rubbing and groping his own bulge through Jiang’s distended abdomen and rubbing her clitoris vigorously. It was the reason as to why the strange bunny woman was staring directly at her; not because she was tossing her head back in pleasure, but due the tentacles wrapped around and delving inside her open mouth, coaxing her own pink muscle out while another pumped down her throat to keep the monk in a constant limbo of struggling for air.
 
Had this not been their third or fourth-digit number time, one could almost wonder how was Zhenyu even capable of getting any air inside her lungs given the alien form thrashing against her vocal cords and allowing her but a single, well timed short inhale with each twisting curl or rotation from the tentacle down her throat while the internal shockwaves from having her guts rearranged and her womb fucked kept on piling up. But the ‘true heroes’ of what was happening under the efficient Disguise Spell were the smaller tentacles wiggling themselves inside Zhenyu’s ears, ready to ‘scramble’ her brain in only the best way.
 
Memories of an old tale from times past rush to try and provide her with the knowledge and memories of this tale of old. Canis Amare as it was called, themed around an Icewind Dale woman falling in love with a wandering werewolf and of course going into very intimate detail of their companionship. With each thrust against her brain, not only were Zhenyu’s eyelids and eyeballs starting to display the sexiest ahegao in all of existence, but briefly altering the perception of things. While her vision went blank from the constant abuse of a cockhead seemingly trying to nudge into her fallopian tubes while she felt the levels of oxygen lower until the next rushed breath of air was delivered to her lungs, the monk imagined herself as that woman, Hilda, and the roaming werewolf atop her; rutting deep into her alongside a dire wolf. Of herself playing the role of this woman, giving herself freely, whimpering out and arching her back as she came so very close to finally hitting that desired climax with the imagined painting of her womb with lupine semen. Her body tensing and throwing back against the muscular chest of Thell like it was a wall, able to see the ‘visual display’ of this tale brought to life in her mind. The alabaster-skinned woman pinned by the werewolf’s raw strength, feeling as though claws were digging into her flesh and marking it as his, warmth rolling down her pale skin as she was taken without care if their willing toy was broken.
 
During it all, Thell rutted her into a ‘proper illithid woman’, pounding at her tight holes regardless of her resistance. In and out those cocks pushed into her, hollowing her out and making a woman of her. As her brain is gently squeezed and massaged by the expert appendages Zhenyu trusted her life to, she can feel the rush of an orgasm building into her body. Even if she was to be masturbating herself, fingers hooked inside and palm pressing against her sex, there’s no detaining the audible and messy spattering orgasm that rocks her body. Is she even still moaning or gargling around the tentacle deepthroating her while the pistoning thrusts from her husband continue?
 
Secured as she was, any sense of balance wasn’t required. Not that it makes things any different.
 
Thell’s lipless mouth bites and suckles along her neck, careful to not injure her, but enough to let her feel loved and marked. The same place to which he would bite her in moments like this, is probably either sensitive or dull from how many times he has marked her skin there.
 
As if Zhenyu was even aware of three pair of eyes now gazing at the situation, he definitely didn’t care when he let his pent-up seed bombard her depths and the tentacles inside her skull and ears shifted gears to a steady gentle pounding and thrusting to keep her in a constant state of everlasting orgasmic bliss. Any pain or stress to her body cushioned by the precise assault to her nerval system to allow her to not feel any form of distress while the natural slime covering the tentacle inside her mouth would aid with any healing and resting to come after tonight.
 
THUD~THUMP!
 
His heartbeats pulsed through against her inner walls while he pulled out from her after over twenty minutes of constant endurance and vigor training to keep her trained and in shape!
 
Not to be surprised that, when morning came, Thell took care of his sore Thumper-Princess with care, making sure to remain as passive as possible should she initiate any sexual interaction unless she would ask for it via a THUMP or those pleading jade hues of hers looking at him funny.
 
On the tenth day, Thell decided to be as bold as he wished. He took her for a ride by the surrounding area, letting her become more familiar with the surrounding landscape. With Neverwinter Woods to the East and Helm’s Hold to the Southeast, the main rode could go for days before reaching any major town or city, with only fields and farms around. Camping for a couple days would be a nice experience, especially given the road ‘shelters’ for wagons and caravans to stay, protected form the rain and rough winds that assailed the Sword Coast.
 
A group of gypsies and artists heading to Neverwinter shared their shelter that night, and it was with a genuine smile that the disguised Harper appreciated the sight of watching Zhenyu show off her own artistic skills and dance along the group of travelers and circus entertainers.
 
“Aren't you enjoying it?” Thell purred, his face close – too close. It was the middle of the night, the fire still burning and about one third or one quarter of the travelers still awake. To make things ‘hotter’, Thell had dragged Zhenyu behind one of the troupe’s caravans and was currently keeping her pinned against it. His tentacles squeezed and massaged her breasts but, the main action happening, were those fingers thrusting into her at a mile a minute. The intoxicating work along her inner walls at such a potent, dizzying speed. They ground and pressed and hit her just right, making nerve endings sing. This, right now, is my answer. It is what I want to do to, and with you, every time we can. Reward you for being such a gorgeous and beautiful dancer.”
 
He made Zhenyu whine as fingers worked in and out of her slit, pumping hard and fast. He finger-banged her right there against the wooden wall of the wagon, it people awake and aware less than fifty feet away from them. “Or maybe,” Thell drawled, “you want more, is that it? A few fingers aren't enough of a reward for you?”
 
Unlike what she might have thought he would do next, he just kept slamming his fingers rapidly, letting the dripping and wet squelching noises fill the night, masked by the chatter and singing taking place while his tentacles tried to muffle any louder sound she would make. He pumped through her slit to ream her out with two slender digits alone, curling in all the right ways and pressing in all the others. He smooshed into her, walls shoved out, and squished down, humming while helping bring Jiang into an orgasm.
 
“I love you, Zhenyu!” He spoke with his own voice.
 
But then he tore the fingers out, fast and quick, only to shove them against her mouth instead of the tentacles. The command wasn’t needed to be given, and he waited for Zhenyu to wrap her lips around and continue the chain reaction.  “Good girl.” He purred, and then, slowly, withdrew his tentacles from her breasts. “Now, you'll get your prize for being so obedient.”
 
Thell dropped down. Right there, he hoisted Zhenyu's leg up and slapped it over his shoulder. Like many times before, even if one could find it weird or unexpecting, it was the mind flayer who stood on his knees, as if he was the devoted ‘pet’. Which, he was, given how well Zhenyu knew how to make him go crazy for her even more. And he did not hesitate! He dove straight into her core and pressed his mouth against her in full, sliding his tentacles against her wet, finger-fucked pussy right then and there.
 
With precision, he sucked and slurped onto her labia, vulva parted by one of the tentacles while nuzzling into her. Instead of a muscular tongue, even in the place of two fat cocks whose movements were very straight forward, no pun intended, Zhenyu was treated to not three, but all four tentacles ready to slither inside her well-fucked pussy as if there was nothing to it. Hands squeezed her supple thighs, only to let her gasp when the second leg was grabbed and pulled over his other shoulder. Knees cracked when Thell stood up, placing her into quite the pedestal!
 
Thell said nothing as he just went at her, pressing into her core during that mouth-watering power, a clear display of skill that Zhenyu had surely never felt before in her life. But things only became more intense as he curled the tentacles around, squishing them against her sex while it was up to Zhenyu to remain quiet or moan to her heart’s content. And even then, he was staring back at her, looking up while working on her cunt without a drop of shame like if she was a five-star, five-course meal. He went at her with power and force and fervent passion, slurping along while the ‘tentacle-tongues’, if it could be called that, applied the perfect amount of pressure, power and force to hit her in all the right spots. Folds squished, dipped, and wet flat against his lips, hoping to make everything tingle as Thell went down on her with lustful love.
 
Thell stared at her as he pressed and wrapped her mouth around her clit, then suckled with the entire mouth. He wanted to hear her whine and eyes water. But then, he just pulled back with a wet pop and suckle. Once, twice, three times… he kissed her with that alien mouth, trying to not let her feel too much of lustful abandon before he went back at it, using one of the tentacles to slowly creep over her not-used asshole and prevent her from forgetting that he wasn’t a sexual addict to her own backside as well. The tentacle was, after all, lubed beyond measure. For certain, she felt that pleasure building the entire time, a press-wave of pleasure that rolled along her buxom body and between her curvy thighs; a sensation like an orgasm. It was an intense fit of bubbling heat that had boiled out of reach, but was steadily brought there with each lap, flick, and slurp of Thell's mouth until the moment of her orgasm.
 
Either if she howled or made a noise beyond what was to be expected, he surely didn’t care, as proven by the fact he kept eating her out, sucking on her juices and drinking them down as if it was nourishment. Not once did his tentacles stop working with enthusiastic pleasure, curling, pulling up juices, and drawing it into his hungry mouth time and time again, turning that thicc body into a trembling mess at his hands; until her head was banging or tossed back against the wagon and her fingers were either knocking the hat off or holding onto anywhere she could for dear life with the rapid approach of that second orgasm. He did so until he could feel her thighs quiver again, never once hiding that passionate ease for the second orgasm to cum.
 
Orgasm after orgasm was slurped out of her in an effort to drive Zhenyu wild until she was either spent or they were caught. Five, six, seven, the number did not matter. Not to forget the fleshy appendage slippering its way inside her asshole. Thell had her eating out of the palm of his hand even though he was the one servicing her.
 
“Look at that.” Thell purred in her mind by the time he finally gave her a break and chuckled. “Twelve orgasms in… what, three minutes? Impressive. Who knew you were such a sex-starved thick eastern cow-bunny?” He teased, helping her clean up before they were to cross the camp towards where their own horses and tent were.
 
Little did she know that, before the day for their expedition to Castle Never, there was a gala to which they had both been invited to. A ball where Thell was planning to ruin her as if she was in a back-alley.
 

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Protector’s Enclave was the heart of Neverwinter, blooming with life and festivities. Actors and street performers could be found in every corner of each block or crossing the street while performing a wide array of various tricks. Conjured illusions of the city’s vanquished enemies and mighty heroes battled in the skies above the buildings. Parade horses galloped across the stone pavement at the rhythm of the drums. Guests from the Feywild greeted the citizens with their magic and gusts of wind carrying a sweet aroma.
 
As the two made way across the streets, amidst the greeting from the friend and acquaintances Jiang had made, there were also looks of envy and jealousy. The eastern-stylish dress Thell had ordered for her on their third day on the city had been done just in time, allowing for the gorgeous curvaceous silhouette of the monk to be even more in highlight. In addition, alongside them, was a beautiful horned bunny, happily cradled in Zhenyu’s arms and letting his nose wiggle. The almiraj’s horn had a subtle shimmer of light, bright eyes gazing up at her while a subtle thumping would come whenever she would pet behind his ears or along the fur.
 
“I hope you have enjoyed the gift.” He asked with a smile. “It costed a small fortune, but we will give him a good home. Besides, bunnies have to stick together, right?” He joked, keeping one arm laced with her. And, for the first time in a while, his lower hand rested simply by her lower back, so the perfect fit that her dress was wouldn’t give away any hint of the invisible groping going on.
 
By the seventh ballad of the night, with guests from various locations making their way up the stairs towards the former Temple of Tyr, where Lord Neverember have chosen to make the new throne room and palace of Neverwinter, Thell decided to take Jiang away.
 
“Come. There’s somewhere I would like to show you.” He confessed, holding onto her hand as he took her to the great tree by the Enclave’s square. It had been planted generations ago; a gift from the fey in times where the Jewel of the North stood in all of its glory. A small pond of crystal water nestled underneath the tree, forever present and providing nourishment for its roots.
 
“What do you think?” He asked, giving a step back to make her twirl and smiled, leaning in as he kissed her cheek; brushing the tendrils affectionately against her chin and neck while offering her a seat by the thick roots of the tree. Dancing lights and friendly dragonflies playing around the tree and its branches. Even a few pixies or wisps would ignite nearby, swirling down before disappearing into the pond, like echoes from the past.
 
Humming, he gave her the promised ‘picnic date’ in the city, sitting beside his beloved as they watched some of the wandering bards sing tales of old, children playing and all that made Neverwinter special. “We will liberate your people. And then, they can all share in the same happiness and joy that you see. With no fears as to what the future may hold.” He smiled, watching two children giggle, clinging to the arms of a dancing Tabaxi while the melody from the harps played from the other side of the market square reached even there. A soothing tone that drew one to remember only the best moments of their lives.
 
But as nothing last forever, and with dinner meant for the eighth ballad of the night, Thell finally took Jiang up the stairs to the Temple of Tyr to indulge in a more social environment. However, once the more social obligations were out of the way and, even if Thell wasn’t really fancy of the type of dances performed by nobles and alike, he did allow Zhenyu her fun. With either some of his companions for the adventure in the next day or anyone she would amuse to dance with. Naturally, Thell only stood up to dance with her, either one or twice; maybe more times should he hear a thump from her foot or she asked for him.
 
And as time passed, it didn’t take long before the mind-flayer was becoming more enamored with the sight of Zhenyu in her wonderful dress, to the point that, before the tenth ballad, he had already stolen her away, making way through the side corridors of the Temple until they had reached one of the balconies overseeing the North side of the city.
 
“There is where we will go tomorrow.” He pointed to the impressive frame of Castle Never, just as his hands finally reached out to grope and squeeze his wife where he would be. “But this is the point.” Thell almost growled, and grabbed her by the hips as he suddenly hauled into her into his arms, smooshing Zhenyu’s fat cleavage against the softness of his cashmere-like suit he had dressed for the occasion. “This sexy body of yours is the problem and, I believe this is once in a lifetime opportunity, no? To let you howl to your heart’s content knowing nobody will hear us.” He spoke with a cheesy tone, listening to the fireworks.
 
When Thell yanked her in so forcefully and smashed their mouths together in a hot, lustful kiss right there on the balcony, his real mouth bited her upper and bottom lip while tentacles slithered all along her collarbone and neck, slithering between her breasts as he made sure to apply a sharp, mouth-watering pressure faster than the monk could understand. It was an eager kiss, marked by the way her thick thighs, booty and breasts were roughly groped in such way that Zhenyu could firmly believe this was a century old love reunion.
 
He waited to hear her gasp, squished with perfect force, making her shiver while his strong hands moved around and wrapped around her ass. Just like that. Right there on the balcony, hidden by the curtains, he began to grope her ass through her dress like it meant nothing. If anyone was to be passing by and also wander away from the ball area, they would surely see quite the scene.
 
His goal was to turn her into putty under his grasp, squeezing down carelessly and recklessly, digging through cloth to work into skin, and kneading her with such mouth-watering power that it would make her honeypot grow even wetter when paired by the psychic assault to further increase her sensitivity. Without warning, strong arms hauled her and made her teeter on those ‘fuck-me’ heels he had suggested her to wear before he finally broke their kiss.
 
But as the kiss developed, it didn’t take long before his shorter tentacles slipped past her lips to finally work around her own tongue in a display of dexterous tenacity. Her tongue was rapidly overwhelmed by the coordinated attack of his tendrils, working down her mouth, curling around her pink muscle as if to lick and prod her mouth. And as he did so, there was nothing that Zhenyu’s tongue could to stop him during this wrestling match. All right there on the balcony, and it was irrefutable that Thell had been waiting for this moment for weeks.
 
Squishing his eastern goth-bunny trophy-wife against his chest, it was as if he was molding her, squishing her sexy curves against strong muscles while one tentacle removed his own fedora for the humungous form of the mind-flayer to tower over the monk.
 
‘What are you doing, Zhenyu!? She yelled at herself. You can’t just submit because he’s making you feel good!’
 
Thell playfully teased her mind with such thoughts, bright golden hues staring into the depths of her jade ones. Her moans ‘resonating’ against his tentacles while he smacked the underside of her ass just a moment later, sending the flesh thudding up and making her gasp - and then his hands were moving, cupping her hips, squeezing them with delicious power, and sending a womanly thrill through her body. He pressed into her waistline and caressed it up to her bulging side-boob, then groped that too; fingers just pushing into soft skin and making it ripple.
 
“Look! Two hands!” He joked, akin to someone saying ‘one-hand’. Rather than taking full control, even if he had an unique body anatomy, only his upper hands continued to work against her body while he crossed his lower arms behind his back. After all, can’t spoil her beyond what her mortal mind can handle, yes? They still had a ball to return to.
 
Thell smirked as he swatted her ass again, and then pulled on her dress. He yanked it up and over the curve of her ass, but instead of digging into pale skin more readily smacked it once more to produce a wet whine from Zhenyu’s throat. Then, roughly, he pulled on over the special lingerie thong she had been told to wear and pulled it aside, allowing for one alabaster thick cheek to greet the warm air of Neverwinter; aside her glistening petals that had been treated to such atmospheric conditions as many times as the days they had been in the city.
 
And so, he prepared her while promising in her mind what would be a finger-banging session - only, it did not get that far. Thell grabbed her, pushed her away, and tore her lips apart with a hanging thread of saliva connecting his tentacles to her mouth; what a gentleman he was, not even going down her throat to try and make her yearn for it after their expedition to Castle Never.
 
THWAP-SMACK!
 
With a swift motion, he spun her around and let her feel the weight of two cocks slapping against her exposed ass.
 
“This is the point.” Thell repeated. “I don’t need, or expect, you to understand, but here and now? You’re mine, Zhenyu, and I’m going to take you like you're mine. In this once sacred place. Where the Gods can watch and bless the consummation of our unprecedent union. Because in the end… you and I. We are soulmates!” He said, pushing her forward, tucked behind the curtain of the balcony and slammed her against the wall to make it clear he was the owner and wasn’t looking for form of disagreement, playful or not.
 
Tonight, he wasn't gentle. He pressed her against the wall, pinned her there, and made a mockery of her human strength. He made it seem easy, laughably even, as he yanked on her slinky dress like it was a joke, wrapping tentacles around her breasts and throat, squeezing tightly around her supple and soft skin to finally deny her of something else. To breathe was a gift. And a gift was given to those deserving of such rewards. Which came in the form of such eager noises she would be making, lips kissing the wall in front of her face as he brought his upper left hand to hold the top of her knot, gripping her hair with just enough force she would be certain that pulling free was possible… if she was willing to lose a few strings of black.
 
“I'm going to fuck you until you need to use this curtain to clean yourself before returning to the ball and don’t make people gossip around that my gorgeous wife abandoned me.” Thell told her with a mocking and purring tone, whispering against her ear while his right hand descended along her toned abdomen. His tentacles brushed over her kissers and thrusted between her titty-valley, eagerly trying to further use her body as he pleased.
 
There was a brief recognition that, whenever and however Thell wanted, he would be taking her more roughly than this with each passing day. And it all began when the thick cockhead pressed against her ready slit while the other teasingly failed penetration to slip along her booty cleavage. Like many times before, he just rocked himself forward and made sure that the guests wouldn’t hear Zhenyu’s scream from being double penetrated. Oh no! He couldn’t give his wife a hoarse voice like that. At the moment, it was only about fucking the thick goth monk against the wall until she was wheezing in orgasmic bliss.
 
Hips drove forward, giving her a big, hard dick slamming against her battered and clearly hammered cervix. Stretching her out in a sudden, fitful sweep, wasn’t enough. His free hand slammed against the wall, like a father ordering his Little Princess to stop the tantrum or else… In her case, it was one womb-kissing and feet-lifting powerful thrust would send fleshquakes across Jiang’s entire form. If not by the large hand, bigger than her head, currently holding her by the knot of her hair, chances were the sheer penetration would have sent her headbutting the wall she was so delightfully pinned against!
 
Hard, thick meat drove up into her, slamming deep into her plaint walls all of a sudden: one hard, brusque push that would leave knees shivering, teeth chattering, and fingernails marking the stone from how roughly he took her. And when he pulled, it would surely be enough to make her fear the vacant emptiness that followed; even if just enough for her mind to be filled with the wicked and twisted thought of him just pulling out and walking away.
 
Never once did he build in a proper fucking rhythm. Instead, he filled her with the dread each thrust was the last one, eager for the carnal and muscular reply he would drain from her. Until she was wheezing in desperation, like someone drowning for air; eyes watering out even while only two white spots would be exposed and, for the first time, the assassin monk found herself reliving all the memories of her time with Thell whenever she would feel the bulge on her abdomen hitting the wall in front of her.
 
Beat by beat, second by second, Thell gave her only more of this, actively trying to break her mind to create a special case of possessive dependance; from her womb and pussy walls. He wanted her to SQUEEZE onto his veiny cock as if he was using her thighs. He wanted her to fully melt under his attention before pulling her back just enough to allow his thrusts to send her fine jewelry flying like clanking chains that bound her to him. The heart-shaped earring in her ears twitched around while the choker that held the beautiful diamonds of her necklace would be threaten to be snapped, not from a cock down her esophagus, but the sheer muscle tension and stress he was putting into her body with how he was fucking her.
 
Suddenly and potently, he reamed out the lining of her soft cunt in that one fell swoop. It felt insane that Thell could do that, but he did – and she made it easy. His dick was powerful, a clear sign of potency and virility. It was something that had taken no other woman other than her, for she was the one with the perfect body, fitting to endure it all. And he sent it driving inside like a spear, a turgid slab of potency that filled her walls out and left her eyes watering.
 
Today was the fuck that would leave Zhenyu craving for another moment like this for days; or hours, if she was already that much of a ‘slutty GOTH BNUUY wife’.
 
In one fell swoop, Thell brought the hand from the wall to ram his fingers past her lips, hooking out her cheek as if to fishhook, pressing those slender digits down on her tongue to make her whine even more.
 
“Don’t forget we're in public, darling wife.” Thell purred into her ear, her voice husky. “Keep your voice down like a good girl, yes?” He waited for her to nod before the next moments hips pushed forward, stabbing his dick in a mind-numbingly deep penetration. If she paid any attention to her training, she could feel as if that cockhead was bumping against her own fallopian tubes every now and then, just to let the woman know that, if not by the impossible fit, Zhenyu would be treated to things that would make her see ‘normal sex’ as no sex at all, if she didn’t make such distinction already.
 
It wasn't as if just having a dick shoved into her would fuck her silly, but it felt good! Surely her pussy had been clenching down on its own whenever Thell’s touch was anywhere in her body, right? If not, Zhenyu was about to realize this was how she would be prepped, primed, and prepared for it to become a new natural response, similar to breathing or blinking. And any mental resolve to even dare and try to ‘resist it’ were long gone.
 
As the pillar of pure flesh finally ripped it free of her snugness with a rough tugging that was utterly delectable, there was already a small river of the excessive precum he had been casually dumping inside her during this leaking out, past her special fuckable floodgates that, in a way, could surely stop anything other than Thell’s cock from passing through.
 
With a a near-brutal rush of movement, all that had been taken away was once more plunged inside, further sending her feet away from the ground as Zhenyu was, pretty much, impaled by his cock, bouncing like a cocksleeve meant to be used
 
Down she went, the sensation akin to a sudden drop, only for her to feel as if not just her eyeballs were rolled back, but her brain was bouncing inside her skull like if it was a trampoline. Whatever enticing ahegao-expression the woman had would never be seen by Thell, too focused grooming her hair while he fucked her. That was, until he would feel her clench down hungrily, squeezing into place with fervency, and molded to the shape of it as if nothing else mattered. By the Nine Hells and all Layers of the Abyss, it was as if Thell was finally keen to shape Zhenyu to only take pleasure from his cocks WHEN in his enlarged form. That would be so fitting of this relationship, right?
 
Even if and when her body adjusted to that bludgeoning length of hardness in a way she would never have expected but, the constant caress of tentacles and fingers kept her mind distracted.
 
 “You're taking my cock surprisingly well. I guess you can teach even a bunny new tricks...” He teased, ‘stabbing’ her as he hilted himself, flattening the flesh of her perfect booty with his own pelvis.
 
This went on until Zhenyu's fingers curled against the wall and she had either passed out on the spot or was hanging out to staying conscious, as to ‘experience’ the memory of this moment as vividly as possible and not like an erotic dream about her husband “So nice and tight around me.” Thell husked, her voice low. “So much more satisfying than any Goddess could be.” He compliments, trying to fuel her own ego.
 
Her hips pulled, and she brutally yanked herself back with a churning of juice and a grinding of soft folds until, with a rough press, Thell bottomed out inside of her cunt, stuffing it to the absolute brim in that one hard push. He did it without building up the pace or gradually getting into it; he was just THAT rough. He owned her, and this was a fact.
 
“That's it, bunny.” Thell said against her. “There's no need to think about anything other than taking my cock.” Hips rammed forward again, just as his other arms finally moved. Slowly knead and feeling the supple flesh of her thighs, that caressing touch could only mean one thing. He knew how much she loved it and, not for the first or last time since the start of their stay, but now with the threat of her dress ripping in a few parts, her legs were brought forward towards his arms and her head yanked back while fingers gave way to not one or two, but FOUR NEEDY TENTACLES, ready to stretch Zhenyu’s jaw and struggle against her tongue for an attempt to make themselves cozily at home inside her mouth and throat.
 
Unlike their time in the back-alley, Zhenyu was locked into a pleasingly uncomfortable full-nelson that arched her spine to test her flexibility. Both playing the part of an immovable object and unstoppable force, Thell’s grip rivaled death’s cold embrace. Her body barely shifted, even if the loud PLAP~CLAP~THWAP~SCHLORP~PLAP continued.
 
If he had lips, Thell would be smiling from the way he was fucking Zhenyu by keeping her firmly secured within his grasp while she was used. All while his other cock remained perfectly nudged between his hard abdomen and her soft back, rubbing along the back of the dress and already covering it on precum. What a mess…
 
All she could do was to gargle around the obscene tentacle-fucking of her throat and esophagus as a year of training were the one thing keeping her from dying. Was this even Zhenyu, still? Or was she but a special flesh golem designed at the image of the real monk assassin and with her memories? Of course she was real, just a rather stretchy illithid custom-made Asian goth cow-bunny cocksleeve.
 
Each time the head of his shaft kissed her womb, sending maddening, numbing pleasure through Zhenyu's body, the more thorns appeared in her dress. Not to say, but how many times had she already came around his cock?
 
THROB!
 
Thell did not hesitate. He rammed into her, flesh compressed down, and hilted herself inside to an almost brutal degree. Zhenyu was sent wheezing the very next moment as, not only did all tentacles freed her mouth, but his hot and rich cum just poured into it her comfy womb. Her eyes hidden by the twitching eyelids that showcased the state of her life, fucked like a sexdoll.
 
Behind her, the dress received the same treatment and, for how long his orgasm lasted, it was hard to tell.
 
“You took that well.” Thell told her just a moment later, as Zhenyu found herself somewhat sitting on the floor, drenched with her ‘husband’s love’ and sore like never before. “Here you go.” He set down two vials. “For your stamina. And this one, so you can still walk tomorrow.” He laughed. “You look like a mess, though. Take some time to clean yourself up, but I expect you back out here in ten. We have been away for over half an hour and, surely, people will start thinking things. Don’t disappoint me, and we’ll see about giving you a reward later… if you think you can handle me.”
 
Cleaning himself with a spell, he was kind enough to leave a box with a second piece of clothes, equal to what she had come in wearing, alongside a bowl of water and two clean towels. If anything, maybe she should even use the curtain of the balcony; not like it would top the debauching performance of degeneracy they had done.
 
However, deep inside her mind, there was a certain truth.
 
Thumping meant another half hour of this.
 
Maybe, he would use her asshole next. Or even, double penetrate her? Who cared about a ball, right?
 


Neverwinter, the Jewel of the North. The City of Splendors. Perfect place for a honeymoon with your Mind Flayer Husbando!
