Just as Mari begs for mercy, the tentacle monster unleashes a massive load deep inside her body. Wave after wave of thick, potent seed floods her innermost depths, painting her walls white.

"Ah! Oh god!" she cries out as it hits her cervix, triggering one final, explosive orgasm that leaves her shuddering uncontrollably. She feels herself being filled up from the inside, stuffed to capacity with alien cum.

Her mind is hazy and distant, unable to process everything that just happened.

Mari lays there on the sand, covered in gooey tentacle slime mixed with her own juices. Her hair is matted down to her head, pink tresses clinging wetly around her flushed face. She looks utterly debauched - legs splayed wide open displaying the cum oozing from her puffy, abused holes. Breasts heaving as she pants for air, nipples reddened and throbbing almost painfully. She stares blankly ahead, eyes glassy and unfocused, completely fucked stupid.

You wait patiently for what feels like an eternity, your heart racing in anticipation of her arrival. Finally, you feel a tug on one of your tentacles as she brushes against it, unknowingly seeking contact with the monster that haunts her dreams. Your body trembles with desire as you pull her closer, wrapping several tentacles around her slender form and lifting her out of the water.

Her cries of surprise mingle with her gasps for air, heightening your arousal even further.

You lose all sense of control as you press your tentacles against every inch of her skin, massaging and squeezing until she cries out for mercy. Your touch is rough and demanding, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her nipples harden beneath your assault, leaking a stream of sweet nectar that only fuels your hunger further.

With one final thrust, you plunge inside her, taking what is rightfully yours.

As you and her father return to the living room, Mari can't help but feel a strange mixture of pride and embarrassment. You look every bit as handsome in your borrowed clothes as you did naked, and she can't deny that there's something undeniably alluring about having such an otherworldly creature in her home.

Her mother takes one look at you and turns bright red, muttering something under her breath about propriety before excusing herself to "make some tea." Leaving the two of you alone together.

"Um," she says, gesturing toward the hallway. "It's right down there. Would you like me to show you?" She offers her hand hesitantly, unsure of what else to do or say.