Ecchi032-OctoDJ

Return their Feelings

The set concluded, but she stayed center stage, her three hearts pounding with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. The group of jellies approaching from backstage was no ordinary gathering; these were her superfans, eager to experience the thrill of her touch.

Adorned in logo-emblazoned shirts and fan merchandise, their bodies glowed with alternating hues of purple and green, the trademark colors of her ink. Indistinguishable from one another, their eyes were black, beady diamonds nestled on button-like white dishes, wide, empty, and unreadable. But what she couldn't discern in their expressions, she read in their jittering bodies. Their long, slender tentacle arms quivered with nervous excitement, stretching towards her. So close to their idol. Their object of devotion.

One by one, they began to undress her, dexterous tentacles deftly maneuvering zippers and pulling at fabric until her tightly clasped breasts burst from her top. Some peeled away her bra while others slid off her shorts, panties, shoes, and stockings. Discarded clothes barely touched the ground as lucky devotees stashed away the sacred, sweat-soaked artifacts in their branded event bags.

They left her standing there, warm skin glistening with perspiration, shimmering under the stage lights. The audience watched from the pit below, their cheers dwindling to a low, hungry murmur. Anticipation in the air, thick as ink.

A mantra repeated in her head: “They’re my fans. This is for them.”

Tentacles slid against her flesh, eliciting a gasp. The touch of her admirers sent a charge through her. It felt incredible, but guilt gnawed at her. “I shouldn’t... I shouldn’t,” her thoughts were equal parts reproach and excitement, as much an admission of her erotic transgression, as a call tempting her forward.

The guilt only heightened her arousal. She freely offered herself to the jellies, arms open and legs spread. They probed her intimate parts, finding their way inside, her snatch already slick and dripping with aquamarine ink. Their fervent thrusts pummeled her, the exquisite punishment she deserved for her infidelity. She collapsed to the floor, the surface already slick with her juices, and found herself on all fours, tits swaying, ass high in the air. She bucked, begging for more, but every part of her was full of her fans’ pumping stalks.

They took turns with her. Such good fans, as eager to please her as she was to please them.

“It's business... just business,” she told herself, her voice barely a whisper in her mind. “It's not cheating.”

But even as she thought it, she knew it was a lie. Yet, she felt the crowd's hunger, their desire. They’d given her so much. She felt herself teetering on the brink, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Forgive me,” she pleaded silently. “Please forgive me.”

Their touch was electrifying, but incredible as it felt, it paled in comparison to the sweet agony of her guilt. After all, if there was guilt, there was love, and love was all that mattered.

Her body responded, twisted pleasure bursting through her, leaving her biting her lip as bliss swelled within, aching for release. She cried out, her voice a joyous wail echoing through the venue. The crowd roared in response, their cheers a jittering gelatinous chorus. They watched her, filmed her. So many fans, all filled with excitement and adoration for their idol. Tending to their devotion was her responsibility, another form of love she could return to them.

She struggled to maintain control as pleasure coursed through her body. She imagined her partner discovering the betrayal. Fury would consume her, her voice rising to a deafening scream. “What were you thinking? How could you!” She’d hate her for this, but their relationship would endure. Their love was too precious. She’d understand, redoubling her devotion. A shiver shot through her, a jolt of ecstasy. Their love could never be denied.

The pounding tentacles and her twisted thoughts, it was all too much. Her body convulsed, ink spraying out in a burst of glittering color. The jellies retreated from her holes, falling to the floor, forms wriggling and pulsing as some slurped up her ink with thirsty tentacles while others scooped it into bottles for their devotional shrines.

Exhausted, she collapsed onto the stage, her body trembling in the wake of release. The audience watched in silent awe, cameras craning around her, flashes capturing the moment. She felt the jellies' gentle, soothing touch on her skin. Such gracious fans, always wanting more of her. Security ushered them away and the crowd dispersed. The event ended, and she was spent, having given herself over completely to their desires... and her own.

Love for love. Her partner would understand. These were her fans. They'd do anything for her. Shouldn't she return their feelings?

xxx

Blog Time

I'm so excited to finally share this with all of you.

As per recommendations among my fellow Splatty playing patrons, we've followed with the fan doctrine that erogenous zones, or areas of thin skin, take on the color of the characters ink, hence aquamarine nips, lips, and… a cock. Welcome back cocks.

Oh, and yes, I made a little pixel art version of her too. I was putting together the wallpaper version of the pic and felt it needed a little extra. It was very last minute. Despite that, I'm pleased with how it turned out. I suppose some of those pixel art elements I did for recent Priscylla pics gave me a jump for how to do this.

Finally, my apologies on the character assassinating NTR story I devised. I don't know what got into me. I sat down at the computer fully ready to post this pic, and then while staring at the blank Patreon submission field, with its appeal to "Start writing," a story began forming in my mind.

After spending my off hours for the last couple weeks massaging together a different story for the Octo Agent image, I'd sworn an eternal prohibition against ever writing another fanfic to accompany one of these pics. But as I sat there, at 4PM yesterday, getting ready to post, I thought, "You know, maybe a little bit of context for things would be nice. Come to think of it, maybe she could be…" and before I knew it, my mind was off to the races, fingers tacking away. Like an addict, I was right back to the keyboard, dreaming up some slop that you can now either choose to read or ignore.

Why this particular theme? I honestly don't know. Stream of consciousness. I think my undiagnosed ADHD addled brain just concluded, "Make the sweet, devoted, loving, doting girl twisted and unfaithful. She could try to justify her infidelity to herself with love… interesting. Let's go with that. Hahaha." I'm sorry. I'm sure "OctoDJ" would never cheat on "SquidMC". ;)

Thus ends the Splatty fanatic arc.

If you're craving more tentacles and cephalopod-chicks in depraved scenarios, I'll be posting the Octo Agent story shortly. It's going through a final review and round of edits. It shouldn't be more than a day or two, then I'll attach it to the image post.

Okay everybody. That's it. Looking forward to wrapping up more stuff. If only I could get my fingers to shut up.

Later,

Ecchi  

P.S. image packs coming soon, just need to clean up the directories and zip up the files.