Monthly Sketch - Selene in the Underworld

I could write about how the colour scheme here is splitting the difference between the fact that Hallowe'en is orange and green but the Underworld movies are basically blue-tinted monochrome, or . . . 

The Story Thus Far ~

Struggle and squirm as she might, Selene just couldn’t break free from the tentacles that coiled around her limbs. The phallic appendages of an Elder God, far stronger than any mere vampire, pulled her legs wide while another tentacle rubbed up and down the crotch of her catsuit. Strange fluids seeped from the tip, the pre-cum of an eldritch abomination, stimulating her sex even through the latex.

Again and again she thrashed wildly against her imprisonment, straining to the very limits of her supernatural strength to escape her divinely decreed destiny. Another tentacle looped around her hips, holding them still as the phallus pressed firmly between her thighs. Thicker than her forearm, it found the entrance to her sex, nudging between her latex covered pussylips, before thrusting hard!

Selene’s eyes went wide with shock and horror as one of the Elder God’s tentacle-cocks tore through her catsuit and forced its way up inside her. The panicked scream frozen on her lips as the pain she anticipated failed to arrive. It hurt, a little, but nothing like it should have. A cock so impossibly large plundering her dry and unprepared pussy . . . except Selene’s pussy wasn’t dry. Lubrication greeted the intruder, easing its passage deeper into her vagina. Whatever she thought about her violation, her body welcomed it as the blessing of a God!

Even as the monstrous tentacle thrust deep, splitting her cold cunt on its thick phallus, Selene could feel the faint trickles of pleasure washing up into her. Deeper! The massive tentacle-cock claimed her, spreading her wide and thrusting straight to her core. Deeper! It struck her cervix, driving the inner orifice further into her body as the violation stoked a warmth that the vampire did not know was possible. Deeper! Selene’s body almost glowed as each thrust multiplied the pleasure until it was surging through her in vast waves.

“No!” she cried.

Still the chosen vessel fought, fought to deny her new God, fought to stop the next ecstatic thrust, fought to regain control over her own body. But even her defiance betrayed her, because as she writhed in her captor’s coils she began fucking herself up and down on the massive cock. Her gyrations fell into rhythm with its thrusts, grinding her g-spot against the slimy flesh and rasping her swollen clit against the plunging appendage in a way that felt undeniably and humiliatingly good.

“N-no,” Selene hissed, “Nnononono!” but her words now were directed towards herself.

The sexy vampiress shuddered as another tentacle approached her fully stuffed pussy. It should have been impossible, but no matter how much she tried to stop it the huge monster-cockhead managed to force its way up besides the first. Her once tight pussy was obscenely stretched around two tentacle-cocks, each delving more than a foot into her depths, bulging out her trim abdomen with their mass. And then they began to move.

Thrusting, twisting, coiling, the sloppy squelching sounds were almost as loud as her lusty screams. The massive girth of the tentacle-cocks rubbed up against every inch of her inner walls, sending thrills of pleasure rushing through her heated body. Selene’s cool vampire flesh flushed with vital warmth as the pleasure grew greater and greater, a cresting surge of unwanted ecstasy that was almost unbearable.

Gasping and moaning, Selene’s eyes widened in a sudden panic as she realized just how truly helpless she was. Not only could she not fight off her attacker, she did not want to! She no longer belonged to herself, she belonged to her new God! Her mind rebelled against the realisation, but her body was too far gone. Lost in the paroxysms of pleasure, it humped up onto the twin tentacles, loving every last bit of her defilement, and it wouldn’t be long before it sent her surging past her limits into the throes of orgasm.

"F-fuck! Mmm! No, no, no, m-mmmmaahhh! No!” Selene gasped as more tentacles peeled off her latex bodysuit.

The God was fucking her faster and faster with every moment, absolutely drilling her with its prehensile penises. Every touch, every moment of contact with the abomination’s tentacles was mind-bending bliss. Selene was no longer even pretending to struggle as she rolled her hips up to impale herself deeper on the double-dicks buried inside her.

“Nnn—mmmmhhmm hmmm! Fuck, n-no, please no! I’m gonna cum!”

No matter how much her mind might hate it, might revolt at the idea of being forced to climax on the duelling tentacles fucking her senseless, every other part of her loved the feeling of being taken! As much as she might hate it, Selene loved being dominated, claimed by an enemy, her body used for its pleasure. Reduced to a plaything, a fucktoy, a cocksleeve, for an elder God!

Her body ached with her need, electrifying shocks of pleasure surging through every nerve, faster and brighter, higher and higher . . .