Tentacle Summoner (Book
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Art by AngeroX
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It had started out as a simple game. But
nothing was simple when summoning an Ancient One. Regina had found
the old book amongst her father’s vast collection of antediluvian
manuscripts. Something had stood out about this particular
tome. Perhaps it was the book’s significant weight, or the black
foreboding cover? More likely, it was the scarlet text within, each
word portending doom as its inscriptions detailed the ritual to
awaken an unearthly being of indescribable evil. But it was just a
book. Surely, reading the arcane passages would amount to little more
than harmless fun…nothing would actually happen, right?
Those had been Regina’s thoughts only moments prior. However, her
outlook had drastically changed since then. The beast’s purple
tentacles slithered around her body, tearing her frilly white dress
in the process. With the haste of a striking serpent, one of the
slimy appendages latched around Regina’s ankle and pulled her to
the dirt floor.
“Help!” she cried. But she knew no one could hear. She was alone
in her father’s old barn and the raging storm outside would muffle
any human scream. The driving rain and claps of thunder seemed to
come out of nowhere. Only minutes ago the skies had been calm, with
not a cloud in sight. Could the sudden storm have been this
monster’s doing? Regina didn’t have long to ponder the
She crawled to her knees, but the tentacle’s grip tightened.
Another tendril whipped out, binding Regina’s other leg. The
writhing appendages spread her legs wide and dragged her to over to
the darkened corner of the barn from which they had emerged. To
whatever foul horror the tentacles were attached to, Regina could not
Regina gasped as one of the slimy tentacles worked its way under her
long skirt, slinking its way up her bare leg while leaving a sticky
wet trail. The probing end of the monstrous tendril slipped under her
underwear and, with a sudden firm pull, shredded the cloth off.
“N-no, let go of me, please!” Her begging did little to deter
the tendrils as they drew her closer. More glistening limbs swung out
of the shadows, each slithering up her legs. What remained of
Regina’s delicate clothing was torn with ease as the rough members
shifted over her body. Their touch was harsh and uncaring. A palpable
sense of malice could be felt exuding from the unseen creature.
The tentacle inching near Regina’s maidenhood reared back and, with
one swift motion, thrust itself into her. She howled as the
insidious beast pulled its appendage partway out of her pussy, before
ramming it into her again, doing so in repeated rhythmic strokes.
“Uggghhhhhh!” Regina’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Drool ran down the corner of her gaping mouth. She tried to squeeze
her legs together, but the tentacles were too strong. They kept her
bare legs spread.
Avert your eyes to this manuscript, dear Regina, her father
had once told her of the dread book that rested on the nearby dirt,
just feet away from where the violating tendrils had decided to
assault her. No good can ever come of it, my darling. Destroyed it
should be, but I dare not provoke whatever foul horrors that desire
this book to remain in our world, for it has existed for so very
long. Surely that can not be by fate alone. His voice echoed in
her head, his sharp tone more clear now than when she had first heard
him utter those words years ago. Who would have thought that mere
paper could conjure a nightmarish fiend from the darkest recesses of
The tentacle’s continued violation upon her pussy drowned out every
sensation that the world around her had to offer. More tendrils
descended upon her, some curling around her petite breast, others
wrapping around her waist. Her nipples were already hard from the
stimulation and her breathing had become erratic. Each new punishing
thrust sent her chest rising, bouncing up and down in response. She
felt a wave of shame and humiliation and, yet, something more.
Despite the creature’s aggressive attack on her, she felt…pleasure.
What would father think? Regina asked herself, disgusted at
her willingness to oblige the dark beast.
No longer fighting to close her legs, she spread them wider. The
squeezing of her sensitive tits drove the breath from her lungs.
Regina’s vision blurred as she gave herself over to the mounting
exhilaration. Something inside her wanted to fight, to repel the
violation, but she couldn’t bring herself to resist as the
tentacles plowed her deeper. She felt her pussy getting wet with each
passing thrust. This was a foreign sensation to her, and she wanted
“I-I’m overflowing!” Regina shouted as she squirted, feeling
the crescendo of ecstasy course through her every muscle. She could
feel her vagina contracting, her face flushing with heat, and her
fingers tightening into fists. Her nails dug deep into the dirt
beneath her and she shut her eyes. “Ahhhh!”
The beast retracted its tentacle from her dripping pussy. And, for a
moment, all was still. All was silent. Regina tilted her neck up and
opened her eyes. The dark, murky corner of the barn was gone—the
tentacles were no longer emerging from the shadows, but from an
Regina was prepared to scream but, before she could, the tendrils
ensnaring her legs pricked up. They pulled, dragging her into the
yawning portal. As she entered the mysterious glow, a disturbing
sound could be heard—a thousand tortured voices chanting in unison.
The infernal intonations were not born of human origin. Some of their
voices were shrill, some deeper than any she’d ever heard before,
but all were in concert, reciting the same word in perpetual
Vogoth. Vogoth. Vogoth…
A moment after Regina was drawn completely into the portal, the green
light dissipated. Seconds later, the raging storm outside the barn
ceased. The earthshaking booms of thunder were replaced by the soft
harmony of crickets and a tranquil wind, heard only when echoing
through dead tree branches. At the center of the barn, the cursed
book rested, open to a page scribbled with strange words, inscribed
in crimson ink. All was quiet. The ritual had ended. The book snapped
shut, whether by a rogue gust of wind infiltrating the old decaying
barn, or of its own volition, none bore witness to know for certain.