Akelarre hopped onto the bed and stood tall and proud above her, hands slowly unbuttoning her shirt, each snap revealing a little bit more of Akelarre that Velvet had never seen. “So, I think it’s time that I reward my maid for all her, uh, hard work.” Akelarre took off the shirt and tossed it aside, her bra soon following until she was naked above Velvet with only a wet sheen between both thighs covering her.

Velvet eyed her hungrily for a few long seconds, from the almost shy grin, to the one black arm that melded seamlessly into her flesh to the too-white colour of her skin where it had never been exposed to the sun. “I, I think I’m ready for my reward,” she said while doing her best to sound like the girls in those cartoons she didn’t watch when the dorm room was empty.

Akelarre’s grin only grew. “Well then, maybe it’s time to take off that stuffy outfit?”

Velvet brought both hands over her chest, then a bit lower as a fresh new blush crawled up her cheeks. She looked away. “Can I... keep it?”

Akelarre paused for a while, then Velvet saw her shrugging from the corner of her eye. “Sure,” she said. She raised her arm, the black one, and Velvet had to abandon her shyness to watch as it twisted in on itself and was suddenly no longer an arm at all. It was something else, something that Velvet had only seen pictures of.

“Oh my,” she said.

“Do you like it?” Akelarre asked. She wiggled what had been her arm around and Velvet was captivated by it, like a bunny staring into the headlights of a car about to hit it. It had veins, and ridges, and was rather on the large side.

“That’s as big as a forearm,” she said.

“It is my forearm,” Akelarre said before she giggled. “A bit much?”

Velvet couldn’t have nodded faster if she tried.

“Well then, how about... this?”

Akelarre’s arm got longer and longer, then split apart into three dozen snake-like noodles that began wiggling around, each one tipped with a head that oozed a blackish liquid and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

“Oh,” she said. That was also something that showed up in her Mistrailian cartoons. Often even. It also showed up in her... naughtier dreams. “Oh,” she said again as her brain fried.

Akelarre knelt, her tentacle-arm extended towards Velvet’s waist while her other arm planted itself in the mattress next to Velvet’s head. She leaned closer and Velvet stretched her head up until their lips met. The kiss was tentative at first, just a small peck, then a harder one as they both moved closer to each other.

Velvet found her hand moving up and touching Akelarre, fingers trailing across her tummy, then her ribs and finally slowly, tentatively, moving over the swell of Akelarre’s breast.

Akelarre shifted and laid herself down next to Velvet who turned with her. Her head swam, but the thought of cutting off the kiss kept her pressed up against Akealrre even as her thumb ran over the taller girl’s nipple and she felt her friend gasp into her mouth.

Akealrre was quick to get her revenge.

Soft, wet touches along her thighs had Velvet jumping in fright before she felt Akelarre’s tendrils wrapping themselves around her legs to slowly pry them open.

Akelarre moved her knee up, rubbing it against Velvet until it had her skirt bunching up. “You,” Akelarre said. “Are my favourite maid.”

Velvet giggled at the unexpected comment and Akelarre used the moment’s distraction to slip her tendrils closer to Velvet’s core. She gasped as it poked at her entrance, then slid up to her button.

Her mouth was wide open when Akelarre leaned back just a little and a tentacle dove down and ran across her lips. Her eyes widened. “You know,” Akelarre began in what might have been a sultry tone if she wasn’t looking so shifty. “Before my maid has fun down there--” Velvet felt the tendril around her lower lips gently rub against her and suppressed a shiver. “Maybe my maid can do a little work up here?” The tentacle above her mouth weaved and bobbed, its head looking very phallic so close to her face.

“I-” she hesitated. She was most definitely not interested in boy bits, but this wasn’t that. Sucking on anything wasn’t part of her plans, but she did want to try all sorts of new and daring new things. “Okay,” she said and was vindicated when Akelarre’s smile grew.

Slowly, almost shyly, the tendril poked at her mouth and Velvet opened wide to accept it. It slid in between her lips, running over her tongue and stopping just short of making her gag. She didn’t know why, but she imagined that it would taste just like Akelarre. Instead it tasted almost sweet, if a little tangy.

The thought would have made her blush if she was even possible for more blood to rush to her face. The tentacle started moving back and forth in Velvet’s mouth, and while it didn’t hurt and was a novel experience, Velvet was wondering at the point of it all. She dragged the tip of her tongue along its surface and was surprised when Akelarre inhaled deeply at the same time.

A quick glance down showed her friend focused almost entirely on the languid motions of the tendril. She was biting her lower lip and Velvet noticed that she had her normal hand dipping down between her legs.

It wasn’t hard for Velvet to put two and two together. Akelarre felt something from her tentacles. Something good, obviously, but not good enough that she wouldn’t need more help.

Velvet scooted closer, leg rising to rub against Akelarre’s and shift the taller girl’s hand from out of her crotch. The material of her thigh highs was nice and smooth and silky. Velvet hoped that Akelarre appreciated it as she began moving her leg back and forth between Akelarre’s.

She didn’t need her full attention for that, so she paid more attention to the thing in her mouth, licking it and moving her head in time with its rhythm.

When she noticed Akelarre’s breathing starting to speed up, she did what she could to make it better, sucking and running her tongue along the tip.

It burst.

A gush of warm liquid sprayed into her mouth while the tentacle spasmed, its entire length bulging as more juice poured out. Velvet spatt and coughed to clear her throat.

Akelarre, meanwhile, had her eyes closed and her body as tense as a coiled spring. Then Velvet moved her leg, brushing it one last time against Akelarre’s folds.

She moaned, a low keening, needy noise that only stopped then Akelarre panted for breath. It was the hottest thing Velvet had ever heard.

Akelarre shivered, a few stray tears running down her cheeks. “Wow,” they both said.

Velvet giggled and looked away. “Th-that was something,” she said, even as she used the back of a hand to wipe her mouth.

“Yeah,” Akelarre agreed. She went to wipe her tears, but Velvet, on an impulse she didn’t know she had, caught her friend’s wrist and pulled her closer.

She kissed Akelarre again, tongue poking out just a little to meet her friend’s lips for just a second before she pulled back and started trailing kisses along Akelarre’s cheeks. Her tears were a little salty, but the taste was nice compared to the too-sweet gunk she’d had in her mouth.

“So,” Velvet said as she pulled back. “Um, that stuff...”

Akelarre stared at her blankly, a small, clueless smile on her lips.

“The... the stuff that came out of you, when you, uh, came?”

“Oh, that,” Akelarre said. She dismissed it with a wave. “I asked my mom about it after... uh, never mind that. It’s not dangerous or anything.”

“Oh, okay,” Velvet said.

Akelarre, having caught her breath a little, looked at Velvet with a sly, mischievous twinkle in her eye. “You know, it’s hardly fair that I got to explode like that while rewarding my maid.” She leaned back to steal another kiss, but it was just a distraction.

Velvet felt her tentacles wrapping around her thighs again, tighter this time. Three more snuck under the hem of her shirt and started crawling along her belly and over her corset, they were soon undoing the laces holding her breasts in place.

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“Akelarre?” Velvet asked.

Akelarre’s grin was positively evil. “Aren’t you supposed to call me mistress?” she asked.

The corset came apart at the front and Velvet had to wonder how she knew how to do that. She didn’t have long to wonder as two tiny tendrils grabbed her nipples and pulled.

She eeped, more in surprise than in pain. She couldn’t react more than that as Akelarre leaned in for another kiss and for a few blissful, breathless moments she was lost in the action.

One of the tentacles below started rubbing against her entrance.

The two paused for a moment, eyes meeting from only inches away. “Are you ready?” Akelarre asked.

It was a rhetorical question. Velvet didn’t think she could get any wetter. “It’s, it’s going to be my first time,” she said, even as the head of the tentacle slid no more than a knuckle’s length into her. That was already enough that she could feel herself stretching. “Be gentle, please?”

Akelarre smiled with none of that false evilness. It was just a genuine smile that promised that she would be. “I will.”

Velvet felt her abs tensing as it pushed in a little deeper. It was slow, agonizingly slow. Her back arched a little, getting in a position to better accept the intrusion. It meant that the mingled juices from the tentacle and her pussy leaked down and along the line of her crack.

There was a slow, burning jolt of pain. She gasped. Her whole nether region felt stretched.

Akelarre moved deeper into her and Velvet felt the tentacle growing thicker and bulkier, pushing out against her in a way that she had no way to really describe. “Oh wow,” Akelarre said from next to her.

Velvet gave her a watery smile, then pressed her lips to her friend’s. As they kissed, the tentacle slowly withdrew and then, with a push that made her whole body jerk, it shoved itself back in. She moaned into the kiss, only growing louder as a second tentacle started rubbing itself around her lips and found her clit.

Akelarre fell into a rhythm, push, pull, shove, pull, with more and more juice squirting out along the length of the tentacle and smearing itself along Velvet’s thighs. “God, you’re the hottest maid ever,” Akelarre murmured into the crook of her neck as she pressed her head against Velvet’s.

“Th-thanks,” Velvet said. She had to time her speaking with the constant pumping. It was hard to focus with all the mixed signals racing across her body. “I, I’ve wanted this for a while,” she admitted.

Akelarre pulled back and smiled at her. “Me too,” she said. “Let me make sure it’s memorable!”

The tendrils around her breasts squeezed, the one pumping into her became more insistent and a few more started lifting her butt into the air from underneath, leaving her on full display as Akelarre pulled out of kissing distance.

“I wonder...” Akelarre began. Velvet was hardly paying attention to her words, not until she felt something poking her butthole. Her eyes widened. “Just how... clean my maid got before she ambushed me” Akelarre asked.

Velvet groaned, not in pleasure (though there was plenty of that too) but in mortification. “I’m clean,” she said.

The tendril circled her butt and she couldn’t help but to clench, even if it made her butt cheeks sting. “And how did you manage that?” Akelarre asked.

Velvet grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffed it over her face. She muttered into it even as Akelarre’s ministrations slowed down.

“Did you say enema? I think I heard you say enema,” Akelarre’s voice was filled with suppressed laughter.

Akelarre earned the pillow to the face.

“Oh, now that means revenge,” Akelarre said.

The tendril slipped into her. No more than an inch, but enough that she could feel it wiggling inside her. Then she felt something wet and warm gushing into her butt and she froze on the spot. “W-what was that?” she asked.

“Exactly what I needed to be able to do this,” Akelarre said.

The tendril thickened, and even as she clenched as hard as she could, she could feel herself stretching. Then it started to squeeze in, a curious mix of pleasure and pain that had her writhing on the bed.

Her mouth was wide open, gasping for air. That was a mistake.

Another tentacle slid around her neck, then plunged into her mouth.

And just like that, Velvet was plugged from all over. She had time to see Akelarre grinning down at her before things started moving. Her pussy sang, her butt burned, her mouth was too busy for her to complain and her nipples were being tweaked every which way.

She wanted to do something, to return the favour, but for a few long seconds that turned into minutes her mind was nothing but a hazy wet buzz. She could barely register the wet slap-slap or Akelarre’s tentacles plugging her from everywhere, or the faint scent of sweat and sex that filled her nostrils with every gasping breath.

Velvet did notice, with some amusement buried under torrents of pleasure, than Akelarre was barely managing to stay on her knees, real hand diving in and out of her own pussy at a frantic rate that matched the tentacles.

She was lifted off the bed, floating in the air by the grace of three dozen tentacles that were sliding all around the insides of her maid outfit and rubbing her all over while spreading their lewd juices all over.

Some tiny, still-vaguely functional part of her mind told her that she was going to need to shower after they were done. And that her outfit was probably a lost cause.

Velvet giggled around the tendril pumping into her mouth.

Something about the motion, about the sound, made Akelarre whimper. The princess thumped to the side, falling on the bed even as all the tentacles pumping into Velvet paused, then suddenly grew larger.

Her jaw muscles were growing sore, and that was nothing compared to the sudden girth in her pussy and ass were doing to her. She squealed in mixed pleasure and pain, then lost her breath with an oompf as they tentacles dropped her back onto the bed suddenly.

They didn’t slip out of her though, instead, all of them at once twitched, warped, and filled her with warm liquid goop.

She had to swallow fast not to choke, a task made so much harder by the sudden warmth filling her core and leaking out of her pussy and along her butt.

It was enough to finish her off.

The world turned into a hazy mess as she came, legs and arms twitching, thighs crushing together over nothing and hips humping the air in a display so lewd she would have fainted in mortification if even half her mind was working at that moment instead of singing out in ecstasy.

The tentacles slipped out of her with none of the energy they had going in, all of them flaccid and weak and they returned to Akelarre. The princess herself sighed. “That was,” she began, then giggled. “So good.”

Velvet hummed as she rubbed her legs together and smeared more wetness across them. “Yeah,” she agreed before turning towards Akelarre.

The princess met her with a kiss, just a slow, careful meeting of lips. “Want to go at it again?” she asked.

Velvet’s breath hitched.

***

“It might be a mistake?” Coco asked.

She didn’t sound sure, not sure at all.

Velvet wiped the tears from her eyes, looked up from the device in her hands, then to the pile of similar devices discarded on the sink. She sobbed.

“Ah, it’s okay?” Coco tried. “It’ll be, uh, fine?” She reached over to pat Velvet on the shoulder, a task made infinitely more awkwards since Velvet was seated, panties around her ankles, on their dorm’s toilette.

“I’m so fucked,” Velvet whispered.

“Well, you certainly got fucked,” Coco said with a tone that said she was making a joke.

Velvet threw the pregnancy test at her friend.