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Nakamori Aoko was a great deal of things in public: a very cheerful person, a highly intelligent and successful student, an amazing friend, a social butterfly with a lot of friends, and the daughter of a police inspector. The list went on and on, depending on who you asked. Her oldest friend would occasionally have some less-than-charitable words about her, true, but when pressed, even Kuroba Kaito would declare that Aoko had a plethora of positive qualities.

Those were the sides and qualities she presented to others readily. Aoko was an honest girl after all, and had no reason to lie after all.

That was true in all aspects of Aoko’s life.

Except one.

One little secret was all that was buried in the mind and being of Nakamori Aoko, and it was a secret that she was more than willing to take to her grave.

Because Nakamori Aoko was a monster fucker…

Or more accurately, she really, desperately even, wanted to be one. And yes, she was aware that teratophile was the correct term, but it didn’t sound right. It wasn’t… Decadent enough for the blue-eyed girl’s tastes.

The problem was that monsters, as far as Aoko knew, didn’t exist. At least not the ones she wanted. She was a police inspector’s daughter after all, she knew of plenty of monsters in human form. But the ones she wanted to offer her body to were most definitely not in human form. She craved the primal, animalistic, and impossible. The creatures that movies and books described as terrifying, yet they stirred different emotions and physical responses from Aoko’s body.

The demure teenager wanted nothing more than to offer her body to fur-covered werewolves, be pressed down by walls of minotaur muscles, ride a centaur in more ways than one, feel the caress of slime monsters invading parts of her body that she never even knew existed, luxuriate in the heat radiating from every part of a dragon’s body… Fantasy upon fantasy lived in Aoko’s mind, each with a creature more alien and inhuman than the last. But most of all, Nakamori Aoko’s deepest held wish was to be enveloped by tentacles from head to toe and have her body gently violated by them as deeply and continuously as she could handle.

The problem was, as Aoko was far too aware, she could never find a real monster. They would only exist in fiction, out of her reach, except in her imagination… And the few items that she spent some of her birthday money on. Highly specialized and expensive sex toys that were hidden in her room in such a way that even an army of detectives would never find them.

Aoko made sure of that for the sake of her own dignity.

But despite the rather exorbitant sums of money Aoko had spent over the years since she discovered her predilections, even those specialized dildoes and her imagination were starting to fail her whenever she decided to masturbate.

She had seen it quite often among monster fucker forums that she frequented: the inevitable moment when, no matter how deep the fantasy, no matter how exquisitely crafted the sex toy, or even finding audio recordings specifically made for it, it was simply not enough. The burnout of one’s imagination and body was a real thing that Aoko was now suffering from. And most depressingly, some of the older members that Aoko had talked to (careful not to reveal her real age or any identifying information, of course, she knew her internet safety after all) revealed that the best thing she could do was take a break, to let herself reset. The lady explained it as getting a high after going cold turkey for a while. Aoko had to ask for a few clarifications, not having had any experience with drugs herself (her Otou-san would’ve been furious), but she got the general gist of it.

The problem was that Aoko was a teenager. She had needs. Already she had to reduce her usual sessions to twice a week, just to make sure she had a halfway satisfying orgasm after an hour of masturbating. And that was while she used the tentacle-shaped dildo she got for herself last birthday, which was the most satisfying thing she possessed. Between the articulation, vibrating function, and a small little suction cup for her clit, it was the closest she’d ever come to an actual monster in her life... And even so, if she didn’t use it on the maximum settings, Aoko’s mind unhelpfully pulled her out of her most cherished fantasies. At this rate, she was going to wear out the batteries faster than her allowance would allow her to replace them.

And if that happened, Aoko was liable to strangle someone out of sheer sexual frustration, just to feel something.

Her most probable target would be her idiot best friend, but she couldn’t risk someone being caught in the crossfire.

And for a while, Aoko was starting to believe that this would be a legitimate possibility…

Until Bakaito slipped up and called Akako-chan a witch.

Now, Aoko was not someone who really believed in magic. After all, she had grown up being friends with the son of a world-famous stage magician. She knew a lot of the stage tricks used to create ‘magic’ for the masses. Perhaps it was part of the reason why she never swooned over that pathetic thief, Kaitou Kid. She knew that, for as impressive as his tricks looked, they were always just that: tricks. If given enough time, someone would’ve figured them out. And Aoko would be lying if she said she didn’t take a rather perverse amount of glee over the fact that, quite often, a child was credited as stopping the latest Kid heist from succeeding. She liked to imagine Kid’s sour face whenever his ‘grand magics’ were destroyed by a grade-schooler.

The fact remained, however, that Aoko didn’t believe in magic.

But with the prospect of having to either give up on her favorite way of masturbation or make a fool of herself by asking a classmate if they could summon creatures from myth, Aoko was more than willing to make a fool of herself. The third option was somehow justifying to her Otou-san and Oka-san why she needed more allowance, without revealing what she was using it for.

A nigh-impossible task, given her parents’ professions. As it was, Aoko was astounded that they had not figured it out.

And so here she was, packing her school supplies after the last bell of the day, carefully keeping track of the person she wanted to talk with. Fortunately, most of the class had already left, and Aoko had managed to come up with a decent enough excuse to get Keiko out of her way. Even Kaito had left early, or more accurately snuck out early, because he claimed he had something to do.

And that left Aoko with an unobstructed path to talk to Koizumi Akako, the supposed ‘witch’ in their class. She even had a good enough reason to approach the normally standoffish girl. Once Aoko saw that Akako-chan was standing up to leave, Aoko moved.

As she steeled herself on the approach, Aoko had a few seconds to really ponder what she was about to do. Akako-chan was, at least in Aoko’s humble opinion, positively stunning. Her skin was flawless, hair immaculate, no matter the situation, stunning red eyes, the color of wine, and a figure that radiated feminine allure. Even forced to wear the rather unflattering serafuku school uniform, Akako-chan seemed to radiate poise and a self-assurance in her body to an extent that Akako found rather baffling and a little enviable. Aoko herself mostly felt like a potato sack nine days out of ten when wearing her uniform. Then again, if she were a witch, Aoko could believe that a certain amount of magic was involved in Akako-chan’s rather unmarred beauty.

Now or never, Aoko thought as she stepped next to the other girl’s desk.

“Akako-chan,” Aoko spoke up, getting the other girl’s attention. True to form, Akako-chan looked up in a slow, refined, and sensual way, sending shivers down Aoko’s spine at how unnaturally graceful it appeared. Akako-chan’s red eyes locked with Aoko’s, and Aoko could see a puzzled amusement in them.

“Ah, Nakamori-san,” the potential-witch sighed, sounding like she was already tired of this conversation. “To what do I owe the… Pleasure of your company?” Akako-chan asked rather pointedly. The emphasis she placed on the word ‘pleasure’ left little doubt in Aoko’s mind that this was the furthest thing from what Akako-chan was feeling.

“Aoko would like to ask you for help,” Aoko said. Almost immediately, Akako-chan’s entire demeanor changed. Gone was the bored expression and feeling of dismissiveness in the red-eyed girl’s being. In its place, Aoko felt and saw what could only be described as smug superiority.

“My, oh my,” Akako-chan said, a wide smile spreading on her features. “You need my help, do you, Nakamori-san? I do hope it is not with your love life, for even my skills would falter at the task. Ohohoho!” Akako-chan laughed heartily. Aoko tried her best to ignore the barb and not snap at the person she was begging for help. Instead, the desperate girl kept the friendly smile on her face and clarified.

“Oh no! Chemistry is what Aoko needs help with. And since you had a higher result than Aoko, perhaps…” Aoko trailed off, seeing that Akako-chan’s superiority had given way to something inquisitive.

“I saw the results from our chemistry test, Nakamori-san. You were literally just 2 points behind me,” Akako-chan said, her tone sounding more like she was accusing Aoko than anything else. The desperate girl had honestly not expected this much of a pushback for trying to get someone’s help on something like this. After all, would the struggle be proportionately larger to get Akako-chan to summon something for Aoko, if that was even possible?

Still, Aoko had started this, and she was going to finish it, damn it.

“Aoko studied super hard for that test, but you made it look effortless, Akako-chan,” Aoko said, laying on the flattery perhaps a little too thick. It was a far cry from some of their usual interactions, but Aoko couldn’t just let things to chance. Sure, her usual approach of being bubbly and outgoing had merits… But this way, Akako-chan might not wiggle out of it. “Aoko was hoping you could give her a few pointers?”

Akako-chan remained almost motionless for a good minute after Aoko’s request. It was honestly unnerving how still the other girl could stay. Aoko, though, forced herself not to back down or squirm under the continuous ruby gaze.

The second minute had almost elapsed before Akako-chan nodded barely.

“Very well, Nakamori-san,” the red-haired girl said politely. “Since you requested my assistance, I believe it is customary for me to accompany you to your dwelling, correct?”

Aoko smiled from ear to ear at the question.

Step one was complete!

-ABDiT-

Aoko’s room wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination. Just enough space for a bed, a desk, and a small table for two, around which Aoko was sitting alongside Akako-chan, going over the latter’s notes on chemistry.

Aoko was forced to admit, witch or not, studying with the red-eyed girl in the future was most definitely going to be a priority. Because it turned out that it wasn’t only Akako-chan’s appearance that was immaculate, but also her note-taking skills. Better than Aoko’s own and much better than Kaito’s chaotic scrawl. Akako-chan had everything organized almost to a science itself. And Aoko was fairly certain that some of the notes were perfectly in line with one another to the last little flourish.

And just as those immaculate notes would’ve suggested, Akako-chan was smart. Scarily so even. And that meant it took all of fifteen minutes of Aoko receiving ‘instructions’ before the supposed witch had decided that enough was enough:

“Now that the charade has been complete,” Akako-chan began speaking, pointedly closing her chemistry notebook. “Care to tell me the real reason I am here, Nakamori-san?” she asked, placing her elbows on the small table, interlacing her fingers in a gesture that had no reason being as intimidating as it was.

“Right, Aoko did invite you here under some false pretenses, Akako-chan,” Aoko admitted, even if she did feel a little put on the spot. She had hoped to be the one to broach the subject and push things on the right track. Not have the entire thing be commandeered by Akako-chan, forcing Aoko to stumble through an explanation.

“Well… The reason Aoko asked you over today was that… Well, Aoko heard a rumor about you, Akako-chan,” Aoko explained, trying to be as non-committal as possible. While Kaito could get on her nerves, she wasn’t about to accidentally send a potentially real witch after him for exposing her or something.

“I attract quite a few of those, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan sighed, grabbing the cup of tea that Aoko had prepared for her earlier. Aoko thought it was rather important to be a proper host, especially with what this conversation would turn into.

“Right… Well, Aoko heard from someone that you might be a witch?” the hopeful monster fucker said, deciding that beating around the bush would only hurt her chances.

The reaction to Aoko’s words was as instantaneous as it was sharp. Akako-chan’s entire frame seemed to freeze up, the cup of tea only halfway to her lips, when she stopped. It created the illusion that Akako-chan was even more of a painting of a modern-day beauty than normal. When the red-eyed girl spoke again, her tone was a few degrees colder.

“Quite the rumor, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan said, finally bringing the cup of tea to her lips, eyes closing. Aoko was fairly certain that she didn’t hear the other girl take a sip, however.

“And well… Is it true?” Aoko prompted, a hint of desperation entering her voice.

Akako-chan didn’t answer immediately. She merely opened a single eye, looking at Aoko. Judging, evaluating, plotting. Aoko felt herself shrink under the gaze. She swallowed hard, hoping that she had not overstepped some kind of boundary. Trying not to fidget and fail a test that may or may not have even existed outside her mind. And yet, the inspector’s daughter could not shake the feeling that her classmate was in deep contemplation about what her next words should be.

Truth be told, when Akako-chan finally spoke, words careful and measured, Aoko almost sighed in relief.

“Do you wish it to be true, Nakamori-san?” the red-haired girl asked, lowering the cup of tea.

“Maybe,” Aoko replied, finding the simple word to be the most truthful answer she could give. This was something she wanted to be true… But she was also aware that if it was, it would mean quite a bit of her world would find itself turned on its head. And not just because her fantasies would be plausible. Though Aoko would be lying if she said that this wouldn’t be a revelation, filling her with glee and lust. Even the mere thought that she could have the chance to achieve what so many others with her particular kink could only dream of was making Aoko shift uncomfortably on the floor, aware that she was getting wet.

She could deal with the ramifications of real magic existing after she got hers.

“I see,” Akako-chan said, her tone devoid of any real inflection or indicator if Aoko said the right thing. The haughty girl placed the cup of tea back on the table slowly. “Let’s say for a moment that magic does exist, Nakamori-san. Theoretically, of course.”

“Of course,” Aoko nodded, deciding to play along with Akako-chan’s words.

“If you had access to it, what would you use it for?”

To get myself off, Aoko thought immediately, but managed to stop herself from actually saying it out loud. Instead, she settled on something more… Mundane and less likely to get her sectioned.

“Aoko would like to know that other worlds and creatures existed?” Aoko lied. Whatever answer Akako-chan had been expecting, this was clearly not it, since the red-eyed girl’s face shifted from neutral inquisitiveness into a frown.

“I prefer not to deal with liars, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan said, tone cold and dismissive. Much to Aoko’s terror, she saw the other girl shift to stand up, no doubt to leave. If Aoko missed this chance, she’d never forgive herself and might never get another person to give her a straight answer about this.

“Wait!” Aoko pleaded, almost grabbing Akako-chan, but stopped centimeters from the other girl’s shoulder, once Akako-chan fixed her with a stare. “How did you know Aoko was lying?”

“Magic,” the witch smirked.

“So, it’s real, then? Aoko was right?”

“Perhaps.”

“Please! Tell Aoko the truth!”

“You do realize that you are asking a great deal from me, Nakamori-san?” Akako-chan challenged. When Aoko didn’t reply immediately, the other girl continued: “If magic is real, it is clear it’s a guarded secret. As such, I need to trust a person to whom I reveal this information. And you, Nakamori-san, lied to me. I would hardly call that ‘trustworthy.’”

Aoko looked away at the accusation, knowing it was true. To an extent, at least. While Aoko hadn’t been honest initially, it wasn’t out of a sense that she wanted to deceive Akako-chan. Feeling a blush creep up on her face, Aoko stammered:

“A-Aoko knows she did bad… B-but… Aoko had a reason to lie…”

“And that is?”

“Embarrassing,” Aoko muttered, looking away.

“You’re not going to ask me, of all people, for a love potion to use on Kuroba-kun, are you?” Akako-chan asked, her tone dropping to be even colder, almost threatening. At least that answered the question Aoko had for a while now, whether or not Akako-chan had a crush on Kaito.

“N-no… Aoko doesn’t want that,” Aoko said, still not willing, or even able, to meet Akako-chan’s gaze. Realizing that if she stalled further, things might go even worse, Aoko decided to be truthful… At least in part: “Aoko was interested in whether or not summoning monsters was possible, if magic was real?”

The question got an immediate reaction out of Akako-chan as the red-haired girl’s eyebrows climbed all the way to her hairline. Whether it was in shock or respect for the boldness of the question, Aoko was not sure. What the monster groupie was certain of, however, was that Akako-chan’s posture seemed to relax. She didn’t seem ready to bolt out of Aoko’s room in a huff or berate the inspector’s daughter over the question.

“Interesting,” Akako-chan said, raising her hand. As she did, Aoko could only watch in amazement as the cup of tea next to the red-eyed girl levitated in the air, until it was almost at eye level between them.

It was real.

Magic was real.

Aoko. Had. A. Chance!

“Your mouth is hanging open, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan commented with some amusement, as she grabbed the teacup out of the air and brought it to her lips. The comment snapped Aoko out of her trance, as she shook her head. Before she could release the stream of gushing admiration and gratitude she felt right now toward Akako-chan, the witch continued to speak:

“I would assume, given that you are normally a smart person, Nakamori-san, that you understand this is a secret that cannot be shared?” Akako-chan asked, her tone leaving the implied threat hanging there.

Aoko found herself nodding on autopilot. Even if she was sure that Akako-chan would not hurt her, she would be a fool to break the trust of the one person she knew who could help her. The nod by itself seemed to be enough to satisfy Akako-chan’s needs, as she continued:

“I am surprised you ask me about monsters of all things, however,” Akako-chan mused, letting the teacup float next to her again. Aoko wasn’t sure if the witch was just luxuriating in showing off, or if it was just how she would’ve normally drunk tea in her own home, and was slipping into her habits. “Never pegged you as someone who had the desire to unleash wanton destruction.”

“Oh, it’s not for that,” Aoko paled a little at the implications of just letting a monster kill people randomly. “Why? Isn’t it possible to control monsters if you summon them?”

“Oh, it is,” Akako-chan nodded. “But it is a delicate process. So, if you have a specific target in mind-” Aoko raised her hand to stop Akako-chan’s explanation. She could feel her face heating up, as the realization that shed have to come clean right this second about what she actually needed, lest Akako-chan think her a horrible murderer.

“Aoko… Aoko doesn’t actually need a monster to go after anybody,” Aoko said, shifting uncomfortably from one side to the other. Despite the knowledge that sooner or later she’d have to come clean, she knew that this was going to be hard. Fortunately, just as she was about to spill her deepest secret, Aoko realized that there was one thing she could do: “Aoko… Can Aoko ask you to keep what she’s about to say a secret?”

“A secret?” Akako-chan leaned forward, interlacing her fingers and resting her chin on them. A small smile of superiority appeared on her face as she was clearly amused by the request. “Now this is truly amusing, Nakamori-san. You ask me to come here under false pretenses, try to lie further, learn something that could cost you your life, and now you further ask for accommodations?”

The way Akako-chan spoke genuinely made Aoko feel small, like she was a child being scolded. She wasn’t about to back down, however.

“Maybe… But Aoko knows and will protect Akako-chan’s secret. So, it’s only fair that you protect Aoko’s as well,” Aoko declared, trying her best to meet and maintain the gaze of the other girl.

“I can protect my own secret… But very well,” Akako-chan sighed and straightened back up, her smirk gone. “Cross my heart, I Koizumi Akako bind myself to keep Nakamori Aoko’s secret for as long as she conceals mine,” the witch said and made a quick cross with her right index finger over her heart. As she did, Aoko felt something in the room shift, and for a fraction of a second, a chill swept the air, almost stealing Aoko’s breath, while her heart constricted.

So that’s how magic feels, Aoko thought, finding the sensation both disturbingly alien and arousing in its intensity at the same time. Aoko found herself breathing heavily in the aftermath of the sensation, the same way she did after a particularly intense orgasm. Her mind was racing with the possibilities of whether or not creatures would have the same aura around them as well. If that were the case, Aoko would be in pure bliss. Honestly, if Akako-chan were a harpy or a hag, Aoko might not have needed to ask her to summon anything… And she definitely needed to change her panties once this conversation was over, because they were currently soaked.

“Now,” Akako-chan once again brought Aoko to the here and now, with her precise tone and words. “This was a binding oath. I cannot share your secret with anybody, even if I so wished, as long as you are truthful about your pledge.”

“Aoko… Aoko understands,” Aoko nodded, barely getting the words to come out in a tone that wasn’t a husky, lust-drenched whisper.

“So? Share!” Akako-chan snapped her fingers impatiently.

Despite the promise, despite feeling the magic that ensured Aoko’s safety, she still found the words hard to force through. Closing her eyes and bowing her head in Akako-chan’s direction, Aoko practically screamed what was hidden inside her for so long:

“Aoko… Aoko wants to be fucked by tentacles!”

The silence that followed the statement was deafening. Aoko blushed furiously, cursing her brain for phrasing it in the most ridiculous and degenerate way possible, the stress frying her higher brain functions. She knew she had messed this up. Her face was practically burning, and her hands were clammy with sweat from the fear. Tears pricked at the corners of Aoko’s eyes now, as new nightmare scenarios played out in her head. What if, despite everything, Akako-chan was just egging her on? What if she imagined the sensation? What if the teacup thing was a parlor trick as Kaito did, and Aoko just made herself the greatest fool on the planet? By tomorrow, everyone at school would know and ridicule her into oblivion for this. There was no way that-

The teacup fell on the floor with an audible clank, spilling its contents on the floor.

“You are truthful?!” Akako-chan asked in a voice so shocked that Aoko couldn’t fight her instincts and looked up. Akako-chan’s face was stuck in a grimace of utter shock and yet… Yet Aoko could tell that the witch believed her. Whether or not that was a good thing, Aoko wasn’t sure quite yet.

“Uhm… You reacted badly when Aoko lied earlier, so… Aoko told the truth, yes,” she nodded, waiting for the other girl’s reaction. The reaction came as Akako-chan placed a palm over her face, massaging her forehead for a few seconds. When the words came, they sounded strained:

“You want… If I understand correctly, you called me over today, wanted to know if I was a witch… Because you wish to… Copulate with a monster? Am I understanding this correctly, Nakamori-san?” Akako-chan asked. Aoko did note that when the witch used the word ‘copulate’, she blushed slightly.

“Uhm, yes?” Aoko nodded, rather uncertain where this was going.

“You do know that the whole ‘witches fornicate with demons’ thing is a ridiculous stereotype, perpetuated by pathetic little men, afraid of our power, correct?” Akako-chan asked, her tone getting more heated. Aoko didn’t have to be a genius to realize that this was a sore spot for the other girl.

“Aoko figured that much… But Aoko isn’t a witch, so it’s okay?”

Akako-chan blinked at the statement.

“And yet this was not the most ridiculous thing that you’ve said in the past few minutes,” Akako-chan sighed, burying her face in her hands. “Nakamori-san… What you are asking is dangerous. Even for a witch like me,” Aoko braced herself for the rejection, saying how this was not going to happen. Her head dropped to the floor, contemplating if it was worth it to beg, when she had no way to really pressure Akako-chan into accepting. Which was why the witch’s next words were a surprise: “That being said, I can do it for the right payment.”

Aoko immediately bolted upright in her sitting position, looking at the red-eyed girl through tear-stained vision, feeling her mouth open and close with no sound being produced.

“Oh, in Hecate’s name, wipe your tears, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan groaned, producing a handkerchief out of thin air and handing it over to Aoko. “You look positively pathetic right now. Of course I’ll help you.”

“B-but… Y-y-you said it was dangerous?” Aoko managed to say, even as she wiped her tears away. She couldn’t tell anymore if the tears were from the previous fears or perhaps from the relief she was currently feeling.

“Exactly why I am of the belief that helping you is necessary,” Akako-chan shrugged casually as she waved her hand at the spilled tea on the floor. Aoko watched with fascination as the liquid disappeared from the floor. “You know magic is real. There are plenty of books out there, written by hacks, that will bring you straight into a demon’s mouth, and you’ll end up as your bones being used for toothpicks,” the red-haired girl explained, her words carrying a certain weight, making Aoko absolutely certain that Akako-chan was not lying to her about this.

“As such, I believe it is my duty to protect you from that potential fate,” Akako-chan finished, her tone becoming haughty and self-assured again, much like how Akako had seen her at school. “After all, I am a great Red Witch. If anybody could make your… Proclivities a reality, it would be me. Ohohohoho!”

The words washed over Aoko, and she couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, her heart beating faster and faster. She was going to get her wish.

“Aoko… Aoko could never repay you, Akako-chan,” Aoko admitted, shaking with excitement from head to toe. The only reason she wasn’t leaping to hug Akako-chan right now was that she was afraid her legs wouldn’t obey her, and she’d faceplant.

“I won’t do it for free, however,” Akako-chan quickly added. “I am a witch, and I demand payment.”

“I have some allowance and-”

“Please, if I wanted money, I’d charm one of our stupid classmates and have them empty their parents’ bank accounts,” Akako-chan interrupted. Aoko tried not to gasp at the brazen admission of theft. Given that her Otou-san worked in the theft division of the Tokyo MPD, Aoko felt like perhaps she should report this… But that would jeopardize her plans. Perhaps an exception was to be allowed in this situation, due to extraordinary circumstances. And lust, it was definitely extraordinary lust in play here.

Besides, Aoko still had a payment to settle.

“In that case, what would you want me to pay with, Akako-chan?” Aoko tilted her head in confusion.

“Hmmm… Given what we’re doing this for,” Akako-chan said, a certain amount of judgment in her tone, causing Aoko to pout. She wasn’t going to put up with kink shaming if this partnership continued. “I am almost afraid to ask; are you a virgin, Nakamori-san?”

That question, Aoko was not expecting, sent her face aflame again.

“W-well… As you can guess, I do use toys a bi- Quite a lot, actually, and-” Aoko started to stammer, but Akako-chan sighed.

“No, no. Toys, I don’t care about. Have you copulated with a human? Willingly or otherwise?” Akako-chan clarified her question. The ‘otherwise’ part of the question made Aoko quite uncomfortable, but she answered anyway.

“Aoko has not had sex with a boy,” she shook her head.

“What about a girl?” Akako-chan pressed.

“N-no… Aoko likes boys… Just as she likes monsters,” Aoko said, feeling a little embarrassed having to repeat it. As she did, however, a thought popped into her head: “A girl would count as well? But girls don’t have-”

“It’s not about what kind of genitals you have,” Akako-chan groaned, sounding like a teacher giving a biology lesson. “For the purposes of this, I need to know that you have not lain with another human, regardless of gender. You see, it’s the intermingling of the souls during lovemaking that sours your blood.”

“My blood?” Aoko paled a little. She hated needles.

“Yes,” Akako-chan nodded. “You see, if you donate your virgin blood… Four times to me, I’ll summon whatever creature-”

“Some kind of tentacle creature,” Aoko quickly corrected. Akako-chan closed her eyes and exhaled patiently before continuing.

“I’ll summon a tentacle creature for you to lie with to your heart’s content. Deal?” Akako-chan offered, extending her hand toward Aoko.

“Deal!” Aoko agreed and reached over to shake the witch’s hand.

As she did, another surge of magic rumbled through the room, and through Aoko herself this time. It felt like electricity and ice at the same time, making every single hair on her body stand on end in what Aoko could only describe as ecstasy. She definitely felt a streak of wetness slowly make its way down her inner thigh.

This was the right thing to do.

-ABDiT-

“So… This is where you live, Akako-chan?” Aoko asked as she made her way through the vast, empty mansion that was supposedly where Akako-chan lived by herself.

The building was on the outskirts of Ekoda, and was a large, western-style mansion, with faded white walls and a red roof, that seemed to radiate what Aoko could only describe as an intense desire not to be seen by those walking past it. Even as Aoko had approached it earlier to go to their scheduled meeting, she could feel the intense desire to just turn around and leave. And that was with Akako-chan reassuring her that this was just a ‘burglar alarm’ that wouldn’t do anything to her.

It still felt like Aoko was approaching a rabid dog on a chain while covered in meat.

At least once, Aoko made her way into the house itself, the pressure eased off… And was replaced with a rather foreboding feeling of gloom as Aoko was being led through the empty and dark corridors. The place was spotless, that much was apparent, and apart from the lack of light, it was meticulously maintained; nothing appeared to be out of its place, and not one surface or ornament wasn’t shining… But it was barren of life.

Even Akako-chan seemed to move through the place like a ghost, disturbing nothing. It did lead Aoko to wonder if Akako-chan was lonely at times.

“Yes, at least currently,” the witch replied as they reached a large, red door. “Though I will admit, the house is more for decoration than anything else. I spend most of my time when I am not sleeping in my workshop,” with those words and the snap of fingers, the red door slung open, revealing a long staircase leading down. The walls were made from carved, uneven stone, with a faint red glow coming from what Aoko presumed was the bottom.

“It looks like the entrance to a super villain’s lair,” Aoko couldn’t resist commenting.

“Witches have a workshop,” Akako-chan shook a finger, without even turning around to look at Aoko. “Lairs are for warlocks and other lesser practitioners.”

Aoko didn’t comment on how she couldn’t see the difference; instead, she merely followed Akako-chan down the stairs, a few steps behind, clutching the strap of the overnight bag that Akako-chan had asked Aoko to bring with her. It wasn’t so much that Aoko was having a sleepover with the witch she made a contract with, no. The bag was merely filled with things that Akako-chan requested Aoko bring. Some of them seemed a little arbitrary, Aoko had to admit.

“Now, when we reach the bottom, remember: touch nothing, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan reminded sternly. “My workshop is filled with dangerous artifacts and ritual ingredients that are either poisonous to humans or dangerous to handle.”

“Aoko will remember,” the girl said, as they continued their descent down the spiral staircase. Aoko wasn’t entirely sure, but it definitely felt to her like they had done at least two full revolutions, leading her to wonder just how deep this ‘workshop’ was actually located. Fortunately, around the end of the third revolution, the staircase ended with a low archway door. Beyond it, the light of torches revealed just what Akako-chan meant by this being her workshop.

To Aoko, it still looked like a lair.

Much like the staircase itself, it was carved into the ground, jagged and uneven rock walls, forming a large circle, several times the size of Aoko’s bedroom. Along the walls, in intermittent intervals, were shelves, filled with clay, glass, and metal containers, each sealed and inscribed with some kind of talisman. Aoko wasn’t sure if the talismans were merely labels or served another purpose, and didn’t feel like asking right now. Especially when the shelves were lined with just as many skulls as containers.

A large portion of the floor in the room was taken up by a large circle, from red clay, created from the intertwining of a dizzying number of intricate symbols and pictograms. Positioned perfectly in the middle of the circle, what Aoko could only assume was a cauldron. Only, instead of the types she’d seen in old movies, this one wasn’t a blackened, rusty-looking pot. No, this cauldron appeared to be made of gold, in the form of a basin, supported by four legs shaped like cobras. The inscription on the sides of the cauldron looked to Aoko like some kind of Egyptian hieroglyphs. A red liquid filled the basin almost to the brim, radiating smoke, as if there was a fire under it. Yet, Aoko could see none whatsoever, as the cauldron was placed directly on the ground.

“Do you wish to sit?” Akako-chan asked, drawing Aoko’s attention away from the cauldron and toward the other girl. Akako-chan was standing next to an ancient-looking room divider made from expertly carved wood and red satin. Looking around at the question, Aoko realized something:

“Uhm… Aoko doesn’t see a chair?” she said.

“Here,” Akako-chan snapped her fingers again, and almost seamlessly, the earth next to Aoko shifted, like fine grains of sand, rising from the ground and quickly forming into a comfortable and regal-looking high-back chair with armrests.

“T-thank you,” Aoko said, barely getting the words out as she stared in awe at the chair as it appeared. She experimentally touched the newly created piece of furniture and marveled that it even felt like it was real. Moving to sit down, however, she realized something: “Aoko didn’t feel the magic this time.”

“That means that my wards are doing their job,” Akako-chan said, sounding quite proud of herself as she stepped behind the divider. Within seconds of that happening, Akako-chan’s red sleeping gown draped over the side of the divider.

“What does that mean?” Aoko asked, as she heard the rustling of fabrics from behind the divider. Akako-chan had mentioned something earlier about needing the right attire for the blood donation, but Aoko wasn’t sure what exactly that would entail. It certainly didn’t look like the witch was a fan of medical clothing.

“You felt how magic was in your apartment, when I invoked it, correct, Nakamori-san?” Akako-chan asked, her voice slightly muffled. The question, however, resonated quite clearly in Aoko’s mind as she remembered the sensation of magic as the two of them made their deal. She also remembered the absolutely leg-melting masturbation sessions she put herself through mere seconds after Akako-chan left.

Aoko just hoped that she managed to wait long enough for the witch not to hear.

“I do.”

“That’s how magic feels when invoked without preparations, such as ritualistic attire when outside, a talisman in hand, or when one is not behind good wards,” the Red Witch explained, her tone slipping again into smug self-assurance. Aoko could tell that her co-conspirator loved to talk about magic, and especially her own magic. “As you could tell, it was quite the distracting feeling. I would not be able to perform my rituals if I had to constantly contend with those feelings. As such, my workshop absorbs and shields us from the effects. I can use magic here, and odds are, if you’re not paying attention, you’ll never know about it.”

“Aoko understands,” she said, trying to keep herself from sounding too disappointed by the fact that she wasn’t going to experience more of that wonderful feeling of flowing magic.

“Perfect,” Akako-chan’s voice rang out, this time closer to the opposite side of the divider. Aoko could now hear a dull thud periodically, sounding very much like a cane. “Now, let me explain how this will go,” the witch said, as she stepped from behind the divider.

Aoko’s eyes widened a little at the display in front of her. She had expected several versions of what a ‘witch’s outfit’ might look like. What Akako-chan was wearing was not even in the top ten ideas that Aoko had.

Working her way from bottom to top, Aoko’s eyes followed the various clothing that now adorned Akako-chan’s body. The witch’s feet were clad in high stiletto heels, which seamlessly gave way to skin-tight leggings that travelled all the way up her legs, disappearing underneath a sash-like, crimson skirt. Akako-chan’s midriff was completely bare all the way to her breasts, exposing milky-white, perfect skin and a toned waist. A black crop top enveloped the other girl’s torso and shoulders, adorned with three ruby-red jewels, one between her breasts, and one on each bicep. Long, silk-looking bracers were wrapped around Akako-chan’s forearms, offset by several loose golden hoops that seemed to stay there, despite being slightly too large for her wrists. More magic, Aoko supposed. Golden bead jewelry adorned the witch’s neck in several concentric layers as well. On Akako-chan’s head, Aoko spotted a gold headpiece, like a tiara, with a single upright cobra, hood flared, as if prepared to strike.

Completing the ensemble was a wooden staff in Akako-chan’s right hand. Of course, it was hardly an ordinary staff; instead, a long golden cobra encircled the entire length from the bottom all the way to the crown of the staff, the hood once more flared, tiny ruby eyes gleaming in the torchlight.

“Wow,” Aoko couldn’t help but comment at the sight of the girl in front of her.

“Yes, adore me, please,” Akako-chan said with a self-satisfied, catlike smile. “I do some of my best work when being worshipped.”

“Aoko… Will do her best… So, what’s next?” Aoko asked, looking around. “Aoko doesn’t see any needles or things to draw blood with.”

“Oh, we don’t need that barbaric medical equipment,” Akako-chan waved her free hand dismissively. “Vaniprre esvva amka!” she whispered, caressing her staff. Aoko watched more magic happen in front of her as red mist enveloped the staff. Slowly, the staff’s form shifted, becoming smaller and smaller, until the mist cleared… And left the witch in front of Aoko holding a wicked-looking dagger, with a golden handle and an undulating, shining blade, about as long as Akako-chan’s forearm.

Despite knowing that Akako-chan probably knew what she was doing, Aoko couldn’t help herself from pressing herself further into the chair. Because, while she was sure the blade could extract plenty of blood, she wasn’t sure she’d like how the extraction went. Her fear must’ve shown on her face, since the witch sighed.

“Please, if I wanted you really dead, you wouldn’t even know about it, until you already were,” Akako-chan explained and waved her free hand toward one of the shelves. A ball of obsidian rock, about the size of an apple, levitated through the air until it landed softly in the red-eyed girl’s hand. “All I need to do is prick your finger, and then you hold it against the Stone of Huitzilopochtli.”

“Gesundheit?” Aoko said on reflex, as the name bounced completely off her mind. Akako-chan didn’t seem to mind at all, as a small pedestal formed in front of the chair Aoko was sitting in, modeling itself like a cobra, mouth opened wide, just enough for the obsidian stone to be placed in it.

“Huitzilopochtli,” the Red Witch began explaining casually, as she placed the stone in the pedestal. Up close, Aoko could see that the sphere was far from uniform, instead a carefully crafted, multisided shape. “Is the Aztec God of War and Sacrifice. This stone was created by one of my ancestors, and named after him as a way to bless the rock with what it is supposed to do: be a repository for blood and a way to collect it without the need for… Less civil methods.”

“That sounds… Cool? But wouldn’t just pricking Aoko’s finger close up too fast? Or do you need that little?” Aoko asked, unable to keep the fascination out of her voice. It truly felt like stepping into a whole new world of just… Things and experiences. Even discounting the main experience, she was chasing here.

She was still somewhat disappointed that she couldn’t feel the magic again. That would’ve made her relax really quickly.

“No, I will need the full pint of blood each time,” Akako-chan explained, approaching Aoko from the side, so as to not to disrupt the view of the Stone. “Once I cut your finger, just press it against the Stone. It will continuously drain the blood from your finger for as long as it’s touching.”

Aoko nodded in understanding, not having much to add. She was still rather fascinated that Akako-chan had something like this just lying around. And it certainly sounded more pleasant than having a needle jammed in her arm… Or at least she hoped it was, for all she knew the Stone of… Whatever name Akako-chan said was going to be painful. Still, she had come this far.

“Shall we start?” Aoko asked, holding out her left hand.

“Before that, did you bring what I asked?” the witch asked.

“Aoko did,” the girl said and lifted the bag that was still around her shoulder: “A blood orange, a liter of orange juice, red hair dye, a 10-Yen coin, sticky cough syrup, a Band Aid, and a very small steak from the butcher’s… Even if Aoko still doesn’t know what any of this is…” the inspector’s daughter admitted.

“Give it here, and I’ll explain while you donate blood,” Akako-chan said, holding out her hand. And while Aoko would’ve preferred to get the answers before that, she knew better than to argue. Akako-chan looked too impatient to start… This raised its own concerns as to why the witch was so eager to cut Aoko.

“Here,” Aoko said, holding out the bag.

“Thank you,” Akako-chan smiled gratefully as she grabbed the strap. No sooner was Aoko’s hand empty than the blade in Akako-chan’s other hand moved, a quick flash of metal, and Aoko felt it break her skin.

“Ah!” Aoko flinched, pulling her hand back. The cut was shallow, just on the tip of her right index finger, but the suddenness of the motion really caught her off guard. Gripping her newly cut finger, Aoko glared at the Red Witch, who just smirked.

“I find that it works better when the person isn’t expecting it. Less pain,” Akako-chan said, her tone somewhat suggesting that she had personal experience with this particular lesson. “Now come on! Touch it to the Stone of Huitzilopochtli, while I explain what this is,” Aoko found the lack of Akako-chan’s bedside manner rather frustrating, but nevertheless obeyed. Reaching over with her bleeding fingertip, Aoko pressed it against the black surface of the object in front of her. It was cold to the touch, if not for the blood pooling from her finger.

For a brief moment, nothing really happened, almost making Aoko believe that the thing was broken.

Then she felt it.

A rush of warmth enveloped her finger, as her entire system was subjected to a pull toward the Stone. Aoko’s mouth watered as she saw the Stone glow slightly in a deep crimson hue from the inside, as if a fire was lit inside it. The initial cold of the surface vanished entirely, replaced with what Aoko could only describe as the warmth of a cozy fire.

“Aaaah…” Aoko moaned out loud at the sensation, her eyes fluttering with excitement. She was vaguely aware that her finger throbbed with each heartbeat, no doubt the blood being syphoned from her body. Magic really just felt like an amazing aphrodisiac to her. If Akako-chan wasn’t here right now, and observing her, Aoko would’ve been tempted to slip a hand under her skirt.

And even with someone in the same room as her, it was a hard choice to stop herself.

“Hmmm, I guess being human means that direct magic can affect you even through the wards,” Akako-chan mused, stroking her chin. “I can adjust it so you don’t-”

“Aoko likes it,” Aoko said almost on instinct, and perhaps sounding a little too eagerly. Glancing up at Akako-chan, Aoko saw that the witch was giving her a rather judgmental look. “Aoko… Likes to feel magic is all…” she muttered, slightly embarrassed.

The Red Witch groaned in frustration before turning around and walking up to her cauldron.

“Fine,” Akako-chan said, Aoko suspected through gritted teeth. “Now, let me explain what the things you brought me are for.”

“Aoko… Thinks that’s for the best,” Aoko nodded, somewhat desperate for a distraction from how warm her body was getting. Which was saying something, given that she had been rather chilly when she first came down the stairs.

“Normally, you can’t extract blood from humans as quickly as we’re doing, without exsanguinating them,” Akako-chan said, as she transformed the dagger in her hand back into a staff. “As such, I’ll create a potion to restore your blood faster than normal, allowing you to donate blood once a week, instead of once every 56 days.”

“But the ingredients Aoko got aren’t exactly… Magical?” Aoko ventured a guess as she saw Akako-chan pull out the orange juice from the bag. Focusing on something else was definitely helping to an extent… Even if Aoko was aware that her legs were rubbing against each other rather forcefully.

“The magic will be mine,” the Red Witch proclaimed, her tone rather self-assured. “The ingredients are to satisfy the requirements for eight ingredients. A base, which will be the juice,” she explained, pouring the contents into the red liquid already in the cauldron. “The other six you brought, along with some bottled sound I have, will cover the five senses, your mind, and your spirit.”

“Aoko… Doesn’t quite understand,” Aoko admitted out loud, though she was starting to suspect that part of this was because her mind was rather foggy right now. And her body was definitely having a strong reaction, as she was very aware of how her nipples had hardened and were rubbing on the inside of her bra with each breath. “And how do you bottle sound?”

“A simple thing. One of the first things I learned, really,” Akako-chan shrugged, not bothering to turn around, as she proceeded to dump the contents of the bag one by one into the cauldron. “Now, while the potion will help, it’s still important for you to eat a lot of red meat and citrus fruit, understand?”

“Aoko… Yes, Aoko can do that…” Aoko panted, biting her lower lip, as a cold sweat started to break out on her skin. She really wasn’t sure if she could orgasm like this, but she was very tempted to try. Especially since the temptation of fingering herself was starting to seriously outweigh any and all sense of shame she’d feel from Akako-chan being in the room.

Just as she was about to break and give in to the temptation, however, the feeling of warmth vanished, like a switch being flipped. Aoko blinked for a second in confusion, her mind somewhat reasserting itself. Peering down at the Stone, she saw that it was now inert again, the glow from before nowhere to be seen. Looking at her finger that was cut, Aoko saw that it had also closed up completely now, not even a speck of red remaining on the digit to indicate that she had donated her blood just now. The only thing left to convince Aoko that she had not imagined the sensation of magic was the fact that her clit was throbbing, and her pussy was wetter than it had been in months.

“It seems that your donation for the week is done, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan said casually. Aoko looked up, just in time to see the witch whose lair she was in, raise a globule of sickly yellow liquid up from the cauldron and pour it into a small vial. “The potion is ready as well,” the witch said, as she turned around, holding the small vial.

“Aoko… Aoko sees that,” the monster fucker said, breathily, as she reclined back in the chair, trying to blink away the haze of sexual desire that was still settled over her.

“The Stone of Huitzilopochtli was supposed to take only a pint or so of blood,” Akako-chan noted as she stepped closer, her heels clicking across the floor. “Are you okay, Nakamori-san?” the witch asked, her tone more curious than actually caring.

“Just… Aoko got really… Uhm, horny from the Stone,” Aoko admitted, aware that Akako-chan could tell if she lied. Didn’t stop the blush from appearing back on her face, however.

“You…” Akako-chan's face scrunched up in confusion. “Sekhmet take me… I know that my magic can affect lesser males this way, but I do that on purpose. At this point, I have to just assume that direct skin-to-skin application of Red Magic can turn anyone into a drooling, rutting mess,” Akako-chan said, turning from confused and frustrated to actually thoughtful.

Aoko blinked in confusion, but before she could ask further questions, Akako-chan just thrust the potion vial toward Aoko.

“I guess after this little project, I’ll have another line of inquiry to pursue,” the Red Witch sighed, before fixing Aoko with a ruby glare. “As for you, Nakamori-san… I would recommend that you relieve yourself before coming here next week.”

Aoko tilted her head slightly at the wording that Akako-chan used for things like this and how coy it all sounded. Or rather, like someone who was uncomfortable discussing things like this.

“Aoko… Aoko will be sure to masturbate before next week,” she nodded, and sure enough, her hunch was proven correct, as Akako-chan’s face pinked up a little, and eye contact was broken for a brief moment.

“R-right,” the witch coughed, trying to regain her composure. “You do that. In the meantime, I will make sure to research and compile a list of creatures that we might summon at the end of this contract for you to… Indulge with.”

“You’ll let Aoko choose?” Aoko blinked in surprise, not having expected this. “Aoko didn’t know there were that many options…” she admitted.

“Ye of little faith! I am a great Red Witch, with access to grimoires collected over centuries!” Akako-chan boasted, her voice radiating a level of confidence that Aoko found almost inspiring. “I’ll find beasts to satisfy your carnal urges in no time at all! Ohohoho!” the witch’s laugh resonated through the cavern.

-ABDiT-

“There is nothing we can summon,” Akako-chan said the following day after school, her tone sounding so frustrated that it could probably chip the paint off the walls around them.

“HUH?!” Aoko screeched, suddenly happy that it was just her and Akako-chan on cleaning duty. Explaining the shriek to those around them would’ve been a rather tall order after all. Aoko wasted no time after the scream, grabbing Akako-chan by the shoulders, ignoring the fact that the witch was taller than her, or that she could probably kill her easily for something like this. “What do you mean ‘nothing’?! I thought you were a great witch and could find anything?!” Aoko demanded, shaking the other girl.

“Unhand me, you idiot!” Akako-chan shrugged out of Aoko’s grip rather easily. “I said what I said. I spent the time yesterday after you left to… Placate your urges, researching through tome after tome for a creature I could summon that fit what we require of it. And unless we’re willing to risk our lives over this, there is nothing.”

“Explain,” Aoko said, her shoulders slumping. It couldn’t have been that hard, right?

“The problem is controlling the creature in question,” Akako-chan said, grabbing a marker from the whiteboard. “Now, normally, we’d want a low-intelligence beast, in which we can imprint an idea of what you want it to do,” the witch wrote the kanji for ‘beast’ on the board. Aoko, for her part, sat on the front desk, watching intently to see if she could find a solution that Akako-chan might’ve missed. Aoko wasn’t a witch, no, but she was smart. And sometimes an outside perspective helped.

“The issue with that is size,” Akako-chan said, writing down ‘too large’ under the ‘beast’ kanji.

“Well, Aoko is pretty stretchy down there, so-”

“I am talking building-sized large, you lustful fool,” Akako-chan interrupted with a glare.

“Aoko is not that stretchy…” she was forced to admit.

“Now I could try and shrink the beast as it enters, but the odds of that are rather slim. Most of these creatures are innately resistant to magic, so it could very well crush and eat us by the time I manage to make it through its defenses.”

Aoko remained silent, absorbing the information that was being presented.

“Now, there are humanoid creatures that possess the attributes you are looking to use,” Akako-chan continued, writing another kanji for ‘humanoid’ on the board, her handwriting growing slightly more frustrated. “The issue there is that we’re dealing with actually intelligent and heavily malicious creatures.”

“Malicious how?” Aoko asked.

“They’d enslave us. And not in the way you’re thinking might be fun either, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan said flatly.

“Aoko doesn’t have slave girl fantasies. Too one-sided for her,” Aoko explained, finding herself oddly comfortable admitting that. But as comfortable as she felt, it did not change the simple fact that the fantasies she did have were shattered. It was possible that there was something that Akako-chan had missed, but without actually poring over the books the witch had, there was no way to actually know this.

“Aoko… Aoko is disappointed, but appreciates everything that Akako-chan did for her,” the dejected girl sighed, slipping off the desk. She supposed she was just going to have to take the advice she had been given before and just put things on hold for a little bit, so she could-

A sharp snap of fingers and a breeze of magic stopped Aoko dead in her tracks, drawing her attention back toward the red-haired witch.

“I’m not done yet!” Akako-chan declared. “And you really should listen; I said that there is nothing we can summon. But that doesn’t mean I am abandoning a deal. I have my witch’s pride after all,” she added with a smile.

“Wha- There was an alternative?” Aoko asked, feeling incredulous.

“There is always an alternative, if one looks for it, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan said with a victorious smirk. “If we can’t summon something, why, we’ll just construct it ourselves! Ohohoho!” the witch threw her hands up in glee as she laughed.

Aoko was not as amused, however.

“If there was an answer, why did you make Aoko think she couldn’t get fucked by tentacles?!” Aoko demanded, her voice ringing out through the room. The realization of where she was hit the girl a fraction of a second after the words left her mouth. Mortified, Aoko turned around to look at the empty classroom, half-expecting someone to show up just now.

When she saw nobody, the blue-eyed girl almost collapsed on her knees in relief.

“You really need to work on your inside voice, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan admonished in a mirthful voice.

“You just played with Aoko’s feelings,” Aoko muttered in frustration. Said frustration seemed to only bounce off the Red Witch, whose smirk only grew.

“One must keep the audience on their toes,” Akako-chan said, with an arrogant hair flip.

“And can you now tell Aoko what the new plan is?” Aoko asked, trying to remind herself why she was putting up with this.

“The new plan is to create a homunculus, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan explained with a smile. No doubt seeing the questioning look on Aoko’s face, the red-eyed girl continued: “We will use specific ingredients, as well as an instruction manual of sorts, to create a sentient creature that you could indulge in, bypassing the negative aspects of the summoning. It will be a little expensive, since we’ll need quite a bit of cephalopod meat, but not outside the realm of possibility.”

“And by instruction manual, you mean-” Aoko started to ask, but the witch was apparently a step ahead and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from her school bag.

“You will write down things that you wish for it to subject you to on here,” Akako-chan said, placing the list of parchment on the desk. “After that, I will use it in the ritual, and the creature will know what to do with your body during the copulation. Simply brilliant if you-”

“That’s not enough,” Aoko interrupted, as she picked up the parchment and realized it was only about the size of an A4 sheet of printer paper.

“I beg your pardon?” Akako-chan stopped her explanation mid-sentence, the satisfied smirk giving way to confusion.

“I need at least three more pages,” Aoko said plainly.

Akako-chan’s mouth hung open a little.

“And can I write on both sides?”

After about five minutes, Akako-chan found her voice again and promised that she’d have enough parchment prepared by next weekend.

-ABDiT-

“Why tentacles?” Akako-chan’s voice broke through the silence of the blood donation procedure in the third week.

Aoko had been surprised by how quickly this idea of giving blood to a magical rock had become a routine for her. Especially after the (in Aoko’s opinion, completely unnecessary) adjustments that Akako-chan had made to the process after the first time. Apparently, the Red Witch had strengthened the wards so that Aoko could not feel the energy from the Stone of Huitzilopochtli so as not to ‘distract Aoko.’ Combined with the hour in the morning that Aoko spent masturbating with all her toys, the second and now third blood drawing were significantly less eventful.

Aoko just wished that Akako-chan would admit that she was weirded out by how Aoko reacted to magic. Still, the blue-eyed girl wasn’t going to push the issue too much. While not very supportive, Akako-chan had at least avoided actively trying to dissuade Aoko, which counted for something. After all, Aoko was fairly certain most others would have tried to stop her after she finished writing the ‘instructions’ that Akako-chan requested.

That list was Aoko’s deepest fantasies, and some of them were admittedly… Out there.

Still, the question was a rather pleasant surprise.

“Does that mean Akako-chan is also interested in-”

“No,” the red-eyed girl shut down the line of inquiry very quickly. “I have my pride as a witch and have little desire to copulate with anybody but my chosen,” she proclaimed haughtily.

“Aww… Aoko thought she had convinced you,” Aoko frowned in disappointment. She also really wanted to know who this ‘chosen’ was, but realized it was probably one of those things that Akako-chan would never admit to. The witch, for all her boasting, really didn’t wish to be seen as human or vulnerable.

“You’re stalling,” Akako-chan pointed out coldly, even as she created a chair for herself to sit across from Aoko.

“Why does Akako-chan want to know what makes Aoko horny?” Aoko asked.

“Call it curiosity, after reading the list of… Debaucheries you provided me with,” Akako-chan gestured toward the five double pages of ideas and potential kinks that Aoko wished the experience, lying on a small table next to the cauldron. It wasn’t disgust in the witch’s voice when she called them ‘debaucheries’ but more genuine curiosity and confusion.

“You are helping Aoko, so Aoko can share,” Aoko nodded, despite sounding somewhat unsure. It was the first time she actually told someone the story of how her love for all things monstrous started, so it made sense there was a degree of trepidation baked into it. After all, while she knew the story in her heart and mind, it was slightly different to articulate it out loud. Still… It wasn’t like this could make Akako-chan back out if everything up to this point had not.

“It was Aoko’s 12^th birthday, and her parents decided to take her to the aquarium. Kaito is scared of fish, so he didn’t come with us,” Aoko remembered the utterly terrified expression her oldest friend had when she asked him to join them at the aquarium. “As such, it was just the three of us. Aoko had so much fun that day. Especially after she convinced Otou-san to buy tickets for the newest exhibit, where Aoko could touch a bunch of different fish.”

“I can see where this is going,” Akako-chan commented, causing Aoko to giggle.

“You’d think so,” the blue-eyed girl said. “The thing is, the exhibit went perfectly. Aoko touched every fish and had some super cute pictures. After that was done, we started walking out. The problem was that Aoko had been on her feet all day, and the excitement really took a toll on her. As we were passing by an octopus exhibit, Aoko’s shoe was untied, and she tripped.”

Akako-chan made an impatient motion for Aoko to continue.

“It was the octopus enclosure right after feeding, and Aoko fell into a bunch of their food, so they latched onto Aoko,” the blue-eyed girl explained, feeling a faint smile playing on her lips now. “Despite it being September, it was still fairly warm, and Aoko was wearing a sundress. The octopi latched onto Aoko’s skin on her arms and legs and started wrapping around her body. Otou-san jumped after me in the water and pulled me out, but by then the octopi were attached, so Aoko had to wait for the experts to remove them. Everyone kept telling Aoko how brave she was because she wasn’t crying, and how everything was going to be okay.”

Aoko took a breath, resisting the urge to hug herself, lest the blood transfusion be interrupted. The memory was one of her most cherished ones, right alongside the blue rose that Kaito gave her the first time they met.

“But the entire time, Aoko could only think ‘Why can’t this last forever?’ in her head,” Aoko admitted. “The suckers were stuck to Aoko’s skin and felt amazing as it was just enough pressure. The wet, velvety sensation of their skin against Aoko’s. The mucus, in particular, left goosebumps wherever it touched in the best way. And the tentacles wrapping around Aoko’s limbs were the gentlest hug ever…” Aoko half-sighed and half-moaned at the memory.

“I take it that was your awakening to the carnal side in general, Nakamori-san?” Akako-chan asked. Aoko had to giggle a little at the description the witch used for this.

“It was,” she confirmed. “That same night, Aoko realized that she felt nice being cradled and her skin covered by tentacles. Within a week, Aoko masturbated for the first time in her life, and it wasn’t a boy in her mind, but the tank Aoko fell inside.”

“And five years later, you find yourself in the workshop of a witch, donating blood for the sake of your libido,” Akako-chan rolled her eyes.

“Yes, Aoko- Oh, Aoko thinks we’re done,” Aoko said, realizing that the sensation of blood being drawn from her finger had seized. Taking the invitation, Akako-chan levitated the Stone to herself and inspected it. Aoko still wasn’t sure what the red-haired witch was seeing when she did that, but assumed it had something to do with magic.

“That we are,” Akako-chan said. “Now, I’ll give you the potion, along with a list. Given the number of appendages you’ve requested, I’ll need you to buy enough raw material for me to create the homunculus,” the Red Witch explained as she stood up to put the Stone away.

“So, we’re doing it next week?” Aoko asked, feeling a shiver of trepidation course through her spine. Despite having prepared for this moment for nearly a month to be real, and arguably all her teenage life for the mere possibility, Aoko had to admit that she still found the idea that she was this close… Somewhat intimidating.

Not so much because she was afraid of doing the act itself… But she just prayed in her head that it lived up to her expectations.

“The week after,” Akako-chan insisted, as she returned with the vial of blood-restoring potion for Aoko. Aoko had to admit, this was the one bit of magic she could do without. She’d never tell that to the witch’s face, but her potions tasted like snot and smelled like old socks. Still, it let this process be completed faster, so it was a (barely) acceptable tradeoff.

“Why not next week?” Aoko asked as she took the vial.

“The potion still needs a few more days to restore your blood supply. There is no way I’m subjecting you to the… Regiment of proclivities you’ve demanded when you’re not at your best,” the Red Witch clarified, before handing Aoko a small note. “Besides, there is one more precaution I’ll need to do, and I can’t gather ingredients unless it’s a full moon for it.”

“Aoko understands,” Aoko said, even if she was unhappy. Holding her nose, Aoko swallowed the vial of blood-restoring potion, trying her hardest not to grimace. It took a good 20 seconds until Aoko trusted her throat not to spew the disgusting concoction back up, before she said: “Thank you!”

“Thank me by making sure you get everything on this list,” Akako-chan said dismissively, handing a rather long note to Aoko.

“Aoko wi- You need how much octopus meat?!” Aoko screamed, the number on the sheet of paper.

“You wanted twenty tentacles!” Akako-chan shouted back in frustration. “So unless you’re willing to cut down at least the small, wispy ones-”

“Those are important!” Aoko immediately snapped back, because she knew exactly what Akako-chan was trying to cut out of the experience. “Aoko definitely needs to feel the penetration of her-”

“Then you'd best start looking for coupons and deals!” Akako-chan demanded.

-DoDo-

Today was the day!

The four blood donations had been done, and Akako-chan appeared satisfied with the quantities. Aoko even saw the witch crack a genuine smile.

Gathering 40 kilograms of fresh octopus’s meat was a bit touch and go for a while. Aoko was going to admit that much. It had taken a shocking amount of time, luck, and scrounging for coupons and deals, but Aoko had been able to find a grocery store doing a clearance sale two days ago and actively elbowed her way into buying the last few kilos she needed.

The blue-eyed girl had also made it clear to everyone that she was going to spend a day with a friend and that anybody who was looking for her, best not. According to Keiko, her expression was so serious that she was downright scary. Given that even Kaito didn’t seem brave enough to gainsay Aoko’s resolution, that was probably the case. Aoko was going to apologize to people if she was too mean, but after today. Because today, her dreams were becoming a reality.

She was going to get fucked by tentacles, and she was going to enjoy herself.

Aoko had made sure to take a long, full bath last evening, spending perhaps a longer time than was strictly necessary in making sure she looked perfect. She made sure that her legs, armpits, and pussy were cleanly shaven, her skin free of blemishes, and that her hair was positively luscious. She knew it was probably ridiculous from an outside perspective, since she was grooming as if for the date of her life and not just a session with something that was conjured by magic.

But she didn’t care. This was the date of her life. Even asking Kaito on a date one day would not feel anywhere near as exciting, no matter how much she loved the idiot.

Aoko had barely slept during the night, far too excited and her mind buzzing with what she was about to go through to allow her even a wink. She had spent all of five minutes eating this morning, much to her Otou-san’s worries, but she was feeling perfect as she was.

Aoko had found herself on Akako-chan’s doorstep before even nine in the morning, eagerly using the cobra-shaped door knocker for a good five minutes, until a rather groggy-looking Akako-chan opened the door. Even the witch’s red-eyed glare didn’t deflate Aoko’s enthusiasm too much.

And now here she was: sitting on a little conjured stool in front of Akako-chan’s smoking cauldron, wearing one of the witch’s velvet red robes in lieu of any other clothing. Akako-chan had claimed that there was no way that she was going to clean up Aoko’s shredded clothing from her lair. Aoko personally appreciated the robe. It made the entire thing feel so much more sensual. The thin fabric the only thing preserving Aoko’s modesty. The sanguine shade inviting improper thoughts... Well, more improper, since those were already most of Aoko’s thoughts right now. The feeling of the material, stimulating her skin with its feathery-light touch… Aoko was glad she didn’t masturbate last night for once, leaving her libido at a perfect peak to experience every second of this occult baptism.

The ingredients that Akako-chan had gathered were all next to the cauldron in neat piles on a table: the mountain of octopi meat, sitting next to the pages of instructions that Aoko had written out. A small jar with a preserved brain from an owl, if Akako-chan was to be believed, was next to them. Additionally, there was a large bucket of guar gum syrup and a veritable mountain of herbs, all in neat little bunches. Aoko was pretty sure that the table would be groaning if it wasn’t magical.

Akako-chan cleared her throat as she emerged from behind the room divider in her traditional witch’s attire. When Aoko turned her attention toward her, she noticed that in addition to the normal clothing Akako-chan wore, the witch also had a long, hooded robe in one hand, along with a tiny golden mortar and brush in the other.

“Okay, last preparations before I start conjuring the homunculus, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan announced as she approached Aoko. “You see, while my wards will prevent the magic from being felt too much, there is little I can do about the fact that the homunculus will… Interface with your body. As such, I need to draw an additional protective symbol on your body,” the red-haired girl explained, raising the little mortar for emphasis.

“But Aoko really likes how magic feels on her body,” Aoko protested with a frown. Akako-chan seemed to be expecting the answer, since she only rolled her eyes.

“I’m very well aware,” Akako-chan said with a sigh. “But this isn’t about what pushes you into lust, Nakamori-san. I’m about to create a limited life. This is a very complex ritual, with a heavy toll on the world around it. The process could corrupt your soul, even if I’m careful. Especially since you’ll be exposed to it, as I cast it. And that’s without going into actually touching and… Other things with the homunculus after.”

“And- Uhm… What happens if Aoko’s soul gets corrupted?” Aoko asked, feeling slightly scared for the first time.

“If we’re lucky, you’ll become a vegetable,” the red-eyed girl said, her tone flinty. “I refuse to elaborate on what happens if we’re unlucky. The symbol goes on your body, or there is. No. Ritual.”

Aoko swallowed and nodded her head along.

“Now, open your robes above your heart and-” Akako-chan started to speak, but almost immediately, and despite her fears, Aoko blushed.

“Is there another spot it can go on?” Aoko interrupted.

“What?”

“Aoko… Doesn’t feel comfortable undressing in front of you,” Aoko said, looking away.

“You are aware that I’ve seen you undress in gym class, Nakamori-san?” the witch reminded Aoko. The blue-eyed girl shook her head, however.

“Aoko still has her underwear on then,” the reminded Akako-chan. “Aoko will do it if there’s no other way… But is there?”

Akako-chan closed her eyes at the question and moved her lips slowly. If Aoko wasn’t wrong, the Red Witch was slowly counting down from ten. Around the count of three, she stopped and spoke:

“In that case, turn around and lower the robe from your back. Move your hair away as well,” Akako-chan instructed, clearly unhappy about this. “But this is the last chance.”

“Aoko can do that,” Aoko nodded and turned around on the little stool, until her back was toward the other girl. Slowly, she undid the sash on the robe and shimmied in place, until the velvet slid off Aoko’s shoulders, coming to rest right around her shoulder blades. With her left hand, since she was using the right to support the robe, Aoko gathered up her unruly hair and pulled it to her side, exposing her back. The now bare skin tingled with the chill of the cave, but Aoko didn’t move.

“Okay, this will work,” Akako-chan sighed, and Aoko saw her leave the long robes hanging midair, no doubt supported by the witch’s magic.

“What’s the robe for, Akako-chan?” Aoko asked as she felt the other girl stand right behind her.

“It’s traditional when I conduct rituals beyond mere potion crafting,” Akako-chan started to explain, even as Aoko almost flinched when she felt the brush touch her skin, the ink, whatever it was, cold. “Since my outfit is meant to channel magic, it also leaves me somewhat exposed to otherworldly forces. When invoking specific deities and powers, it can be quite detrimental and dangerous. The robes act as a barrier for magic coming into my body.”

“Oh, like a condom stopping cum?” Aoko asked curiously. The question didn’t seem to be appreciated by Akako-chan, who just hissed.

“Yes, I suppose that is a… Colorful metaphor for it,” Akako-chan bit out, the tone of the words making Aoko legitimately worried that Akako-chan might strangle her. “Now shut up! It’s bad enough that I have to do this on your back, decreasing the protection; the last thing I need is for me to mess it up! Really, you should’ve just sucked it up,” the witch grumbled.

“Aoko doesn't want you to see her naked!” Aoko reaffirmed unhappily that Akako-chan kept bringing this up.

“You’re about to fornicate in my workshop!” Akako-chan shouted loud enough in Aoko’s ear that the blue-eyed girl’s head rang for a second.

“It’s the principle of the thing! Besides, you are going to leave Aoko alone, right? That was the deal?” Aoko asked pointedly.

“Yes, I will be getting breakfast while you are busy in a lustful haze, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan confirmed tiredly, as she continued drawing something on Aoko’s back. “Believe me, I have no interest in watching your desecration.”

Aoko didn’t acknowledge that statement with a response; instead merely waited to feel the brush stop playing across her back. It was around the time that a large circle was created on Aoko’s back that the brush disappeared.

“Done!” Akako-chan declared. “You can preserve your modesty now, while I begin the ritual,” the witch said as she walked past Aoko’s sitting form, grabbing the long robes that were still floating in the air. As the red-haired girl stepped in front of the cauldron, Aoko felt that there was one more thing that needed to be said.

Quickly pulling up the red robe around her body, she spoke up:

“Akako-chan!” she shouted, standing up and drawing the Red Witch’s attention away from the cauldron. The other girl seemed to have a semi-puzzled, and annoyed expression, so Aoko spoke quickly: “Aoko… Aoko really appreciates all you’re doing for her. Aoko just wanted you to know that even if this failed… Aoko still wants to be friends with Akako-chan,” she said, giving the witch a reassuring smile.

“Please! I am a Red Witch! I will not fail, Nakamori-san,” Akako-chan said with a haughty scoff. A beat passed before Akako-chan opened her mouth again. “That said… I appreciate the sentiment,” she admitted with a slight blush.

Aoko found her smile growing at the rather honest statement from the normally guarded witch.

“Now, no more interruptions!” Akako-chan snapped, pulling the hood over her head and turning toward the cauldron. “The last thing I want is to be eaten alive by some demon by accident.”

Aoko nodded and stepped outside the red circle that was on the ground, and stood behind Akako-chan, watching in fascination as her friend worked. Akako-chan raised her staff, clutched in both hands, high above her head, before she began chanting.

“Isis, Child of Geb and Nut, sister-wife of Osiris, Lord of the Dead, She Who is the Patron of Magic, I beseech ye; lend me your power in this ritual!” the Red Witch screamed, her voice seeming to resonate through the very walls and floor. “I beseech ye; guide my energy as I bring forth the wish of creation I conspire to conjure!”

The lights around the room jumped up in intensity, almost scaring Aoko, had Akako-chan not warned her that things like this were normal. Because of the wards erected weeks ago to keep Aoko from getting too horny, she could still not feel the magic that Akako-chan had warned her about… But she could imagine that if not for those precautions, Aoko would already be lying on her back, mindlessly humping her own hand. Now, though, she could just enjoy the mesmerizing lightshow and wait for her true release.

The Red Witch certainly didn’t let her chanting be disturbed by the flicker of the sconces, her voice unwavering and booming.

“This body for the task, I forge from the flesh of the deceased ocean’s bounty! May it find purchase in my cauldron and meld into the living shape the wish demands of it!”

Aoko almost gasped as the entire pile of octopi meat soared through the air in a line of giblets and cut up tentacles into the cauldron, seemingly disappearing into the red liquid, without as much as disturbing the surface of the water. Once the last little piece of meat made its way inside, the smoke from inside the cauldron intensified for a few seconds into an almost solid wall of red vapor.

“Blood and liquids for the body to function, I offer alchemy, modern and supple! May it sustain and nourish both itself and those around it with this gift!”

The viscous liquid in the bucket twisted itself into a hundred tiny flying snakes which sailed through the air, swarming Akako-chan for a moment, before diving greedily over the rim of the golden cauldron, popping on impact with the crimson liquid inside.

Akako-chan was now gaining more of a tempo to her chanting, the words leaving her mouth as soon as the mist dissipated, but a fraction.

“The mind to know existence, supplied by the symbol of wisdom in another land! May it allow the shape to fulfil its master’s purpose, failure a distance impossibility!”

The glass jar shattered at the last syllable, the brain shooting like a bullet into the cauldron. This time, no wall of steam appeared, but a bolt of lightning shot out, dissipating into the ceiling of the cavern. Aoko had forgotten to breathe by now.

“Will to know its purpose, forged on the scrolls of skin by ink and imagination! May it guide the vessel in its tasks unshakably!”

Aoko’s notes caught fire on the table, spiraling into a twister of blue flames, before it extinguished itself into the cauldron, leaving behind a film of flickering sparks across the surface for a few heartbeats. Aoko’s own heart felt like it was now in her throat, the girl’s pulse deafening.

“Herbs of healing for ailments great and small, I offer as a sacrifice to pay for the debt I’ve incurred! May it satisfy your domain, Isis, so that your power wanes not!”

The herbs on the table faded, as if they disintegrated with old age in mere instants in front of Aoko’s eyes.

The Stone of Huitzilopochtli levitated over the cauldron by what Aoko assumed was Akako-chan’s magic.

“And lastly, a drop of blood, small and crimson, donated from She who this body desires! May it spread its lifeforce into this cauldron and awaken the creature I’ve thus conjured!”

At the Red Witch’s words, a single drop of red, viscous liquid dropped out of the bottom of the Stone, landing in the exact center of the cauldron. The result was not what Aoko expected, as the sound of a gong resonated throughout the entire cave, almost powerful enough to knock the blue-eyed girl over with its force.

Akako-chan, meanwhile, remained unmoved.

“The components are conjoined in harmony! The Red Magic flows through my veins into the cauldron! The Rites have been observed within the sacred circle, resonating with those of Higher Standing! Now, creature I conjure… ARISE AND FULFIL YOUR ROLE IN CREATION!” with a final, almost defiant shout, Aoko watched as the red-haired girl drove the tip of her staff into the cauldron.

Aoko’s entire vision became filled with red so intense and bright that even as she skewed her eyes close, it still penetrated through her eyelids, searing itself into her memories.

The sensation was fortunately short-lived, as within less than a minute, Aoko’s eyes registered that the vibrant light began to fade. Even so, it took quite a bit of aggressive blinking for the spots in front of her vision to completely disappear. It was quite disorientating, if Aoko had to be truthful. She had just managed to refocus her vision when Akako-chan’s voice called out to her.

“Well, Nakamori-san? How do you rate my creation?” the Red Witch asked.

Aoko turned her attention toward the other girl, who was standing next to the cauldron, the hood of her robe removed, a smirk on her face. To Aoko, Akako-chan appeared to be a little tired, her skin slightly paler than normal, but her posture was that of the victorious. Slowly, Aoko’s eyes moved away from Akako-chan and toward what was next to her. Floating slightly above the cauldron was a sphere, about a meter in diameter, pulsing serene blue in slow, almost mesmerizing intervals. The outer membrane was semi-transparent, concealing something inside. At best, it looked to Aoko like a mass of dark shapes, slowly twisting inside in slow, sleepy motions.

“Aoko… Doesn’t see tentacles?” was the first thing that came to the girl’s mind.

“They are inside, worry not,” Akako-chan said, examining the creature next to her with mild amusement. “I’ve placed it in a state of suspended animation. It will remain so until I leave the room. After I leave, simply touch the surface. Since it absorbed your… Detailed notes, it will know just how to avail itself of your body.”

“Aoko… Aoko understands,” the monster fucker said, almost in a trance, stepping closer to the conjured creature, looking up at it with almost reverie.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me… I need to finally have breakfast,” Akako-chan excused herself. Aoko was vaguely aware that she wished the other girl a pleasant meal, wide blue eyes never for a second leaving the floating sphere. The sphere itself lazily floated through the air until it was no longer over the golden cauldron, before descending slightly lower, barely a couple of centimeters off the ground.

Aoko stepped closer to the sphere, her legs feeling slightly uncooperative, as the excitement was making her body a little bit too tense. As she approached, all around her, Aoko saw that the room around her started to shift. Stopping her approach, the blue-eyed girl looked around her, seeing that the shelves were being drawn into the walls. Even the cauldron rumbled slowly, descending into the ground.

Aoko supposed that was one way to make sure nothing got knocked over by accident… Or more accurately, stained.

While she looked around the room, Aoko realized that she was alone now and she could no longer hear Akako-chan’s footsteps.

“This is it then,” Aoko swallowed hard as she stepped right in front of the floating sphere. Once she was this close, she could see that the insides were now more active, undulating with more purpose and energy. And even through the membrane of light, Aoko could clearly make out the contours of tentacle suckers pulsing. The realization that this was the moment she’d been dreaming about for five years finally hit her body fully.

Aoko’s breathing was shallow, fast, and husky, licking her lips in a primal sense of sexual hunger. Her hands were clammy, and she could feel her clit pulse with pure lust, even as she undid the belt of her robe. Almost instantly, the material slid off her frame. The air had gotten colder now without the constant presence of the cauldron, but Aoko didn’t care. The goosebumps, if anything, made her more aroused, as the temperature difference seemed to fuel the increased sensitivity of her body. Her nipples were hard both from arousal and the cold air. Her heart was hammering away both in her throat and between her legs.

A particularly languid stretch of a tentacle from within the sphere caught her attention, and the sight was enough to make her pussy lips part on their own in a primal instinct of desire.

Without any more preamble or will to resist what was in front of her, Aoko reached out, gently caressing the blue sphere, almost afraid that this was a dream that would stop the moment she did. The response was instantaneous.

The film of blue light opened up like a flower, parting in five distinct petals, and pulling away from Aoko, revealing its insides to the stunned girl. With the light faded, Aoko could see exactly what the Red Witch had conjured, and it did not disappoint in the slightest; a small core was at the center of the creature, about the size of a basketball, covered in reddish-orange skin. There were no eyes or mouth to speak of along the surface, but Aoko was not expecting it either. When Akako-chan had briefly explained it, the homunculus was supposed to use magic to orient itself and see. What Aoko was expecting were the twenty tentacles of different sizes and thickness that radiated from the core of the creature.

Each and every one of them was about six meters long, perfectly modeled with the same reddish, rubbery skin that looked equal parts slimy and soft. Six of the tentacles were long, cylindrical, with the thickness of Aoko’s wrists, with pointed tips, designed for restraining first and foremost, covered from end to end with suckers to attach to and tease skin. Six additional ones were slightly broader and thicker, with bulbous tips, and slightly flatter bodies. The next three appendages were thin, barely two or three centimeters in width, and didn’t possess suckers along the bodies themselves. Instead, each one ended with a mouth-like tip, which contained suckers on the inside. Two more tentacles were broad and flat, more akin to sentient seaweed than anything else, covered in tiny little feelers on their underside, specifically to roam and stimulate. The last three limbs of the homunculus were thin, less than a centimeter in thickness, and ended with tiny little, undulating whisps.

The homunculus spread out its appendages through the air, creating almost a curtain of promised pleasure in front of Aoko.

The mesmerized girl felt her entire body burn with lust, all higher brain functions seizing in a mere instant at the sight before her.

A single word managed to tumble out of her mouth:

“Beautiful,” she whispered, a trail of her own juices making its way down her leg now. Aoko tried to take a step forward, unable to deny herself this creature that promised to fulfil her every carnal desire, but she was denied the ability to move.

The homunculus, perhaps now fully awake, or simply triggered by the word tumbling out of Aoko’s mouth, responded in kind, several of the rope-like tentacles lashing out. One of them wrapped itself around Aoko’s midsection, lifting her in the air with near comical ease. The girl barely reacted with a startled gasp, all her mind’s attention fully devoted to luxuriating in the feeling of the soft, cold skin making contact with her skin. The suckers on the underside of the tentacle clamped down, tugging at the skin in a way that made Aoko’s eyes roll back into her skull.

She was in paradise.

Almost as soon as the homunculus appeared, sure that it had a firm grip on Aoko’s body, the rest of the restraining tentacles followed suit, beginning to wrap themselves around the girl’s body. Aoko’s arms and legs quickly found themselves unusable, as the tentacles slithered along the lengths of the girl’s limbs, leaving a trail of cold, mucus, and red burning kisses from the suckers along her skin. The last of the six restraining tentacles quickly found its way around Aoko’s delicate neck, wrapping securely in place. It was tight, but just tight enough to make Aoko struggle. Struggle, and luxuriate in the light asphyxiation, heightening the rest of the sensations coursing through her body. No stimulation whatsoever had been applied to the blue-eyed girl’s actual erogenous zones, and already, she could feel herself tensing and tumbling toward an orgasm, the likes of which she could not have imagined mere minutes ago. No amount of fancy toys and imagination truly beats the genuine thing.

Aoko moaned as the tentacles restraining her tightened and moved around her body, causing her skin and muscles to strain a little, just the right amount, to accommodate the shift. The creature used the leverage and wrapped appendages to turn Aoko midair until she was lying in the air, parallel to the ground. Swallowing was hard enough because of the tentacle around her neck, so Aoko just let some drool slide out of the corner of her mouth.

And then, things got even more intense.

The two flat, roaming tentacles entered the fray, sliding underneath Aoko. She first felt them as they made contact with her ass, the almost tickly sensation of the feelers placed on the underside, surprising her. The tickling didn’t last long, however, instead quickly replaced with red-hot lust. Aoko writhed within the confines of her tentacled bondage, even as the flat tentacles began to roam her body, leaving a trail of sensation and almost scratching marks along her ass and then back, sending her mind positively buzzing from the overstimulation.

Aoko had programmed the homunculus to do more.

Much, much, more…

As the bound girl writhed and twitched, trying desperately to get just a fraction more stimulation to finally push her body over the delicious edge of an orgasm, she barely felt the thin little suctioning tentacles make their way toward their targets.

When they clamped down on her nipples and clit, however, Aoko definitely felt it. The warm mouths of the tentacles suctioned in the tiny bundles of nerves all at once and wasted no time. The suckers on the inside immediately began their work, alternating in clamping down from all sides, pulling Aoko’s nipples and clit in every direction with their tiny, maddening kisses, which felt more like jolts of electricity to the overwhelmed girl.

It was too much for her body and mind.

“A-Aa-AAARG!” Aoko threw her head back and screamed, her entire body going taut like a piano string for a brief moment as her first orgasm overtook her body. Aoko felt the tension in her body snap in an instant as she crested the peak, sexual pleasure flooding her system. Eyes fluttered from pleasure, as the spasms ran their course through her body one after another, not really lessening for an instant. Her orgasm lasted a good minute before finally subsiding. Once it did, Aoko started to feel the pleasurable burn deep inside her core, muscles suddenly relaxing like melted cheese.

The homunculus didn’t let up on its continued stimulation of Aoko’s nipples and clit throughout the entire peak, drawing the climax out to the point that Aoko was starting to see stars and black spots in front of her eyes. The bound girl’s head tilted to the side, completely limp, drool freely running down the corner of her mouth between ragged breaths. A part of Aoko supposed that it was a little embarrassing to have come this fast, but she didn’t care.

She didn’t care because she knew for a fact that this was only the beginning.

Sure enough, once the climax subsided, the creature didn’t let Aoko rest for a moment. It wasn’t meant to after all. Aoko, through the haze of lust and subsiding orgasm, felt that two of the tentacles with the bulbous heads, the one she specifically requested for penetration, were gently pressing at her pussy and asshole at the same time. She could feel the tips of both tentacles, prodding and testing the entrances to her holes, like a considerate lover. Given her levels of arousal, Aoko had no reason to believe that she wouldn’t be able to take them both with no problem whatsoever. Before she felt the appendages slide in, however, Aoko found the one tentacle around her neck constricting and adjusting for a moment, pushing the girl’s head upright.

“Oh… Hello,” Aoko rasped as she saw exactly what the homunculus wished for her to focus on. Two more of the tentacles, like the ones at her pussy and asshole, were poised over Aoko’s head, positively vibrating with excitement. The blue-eyed girl felt herself smile, despite the difficulty breathing. “You’re welcome to- Gurgh!”

Aoko could not even finish the invitation before both tentacles invaded her mouth greedily. They were just large enough to completely fill out her mouth, pushing her tongue to the side, exploring and ravishing her mouth. Gagging at the sudden invasion, Aoko found herself needing to suck in air through her nostrils, as spit and mucus now flowed freely from between her lips. Despite knowing that this was what she wished for, Aoko couldn’t suppress the twinge of fear at the sudden appendages that thrust themselves into her mouth, almost choking her completely. As one of the two bulbous limbs tried to push further down into Aoko’s already constricted from the outside throat, her body reacted on instinct. The girl tried to bite down, but her teeth were met with supple, delicious-tasting skin, the futility of the action seemingly only serving to further cloud her mind with primal desire for more.

More came, as no sooner did Aoko try to bite down on the two tentacles filling out her mouth and throat, did the two ones poised at her slit and ass force their way through, mucus and Aoko’s own sexual juices making the plunge practically effortless, as the long, muscular feelers quickly filled out the spaces. The feeling of fullness was so complete that Aoko was glad she had barely eaten anything that morning, as it felt uncomfortable in the best possible way. Something that was further amplified as the tentacle that held her waist constricted further, reducing the space in her body further. Aoko’s pussy bottomed out in a heartbeat, as she almost blanked when the tip of the tentacle hit her cervix. It was a sensation she was very useful from her masturbation marathons back home, but the sheer force was what pushed it over the edge. A fraction stronger and it would’ve been more painful than actually pleasurable.

It was like the homunculus knew exactly where the limits of Aoko’s body were.

Not that the poor girl was given any chance to think on it too much, since the tentacles in both her asshole and pussy had little patience to stand still. Almost as soon as they were snug inside and found the exact dimensions of their new homes, they began to move, setting a blistering pace. The one in her ass twisted and seemed to jerk unpredictably, greatly enhancing even the simplest thrusts. The one in her pussy, moved in long, hard thrusts, each one causing Aoko’s body to jerk, while the hardened skin jostled against the tentacle that suckled on her clit, sending spikes of pleasure up and down the bound girl’s spine.

Combined with the renewed suction on Aoko’s clit and nipples, the girl could already feel a second orgasm build inside her body, even hotter and stronger than the first one had been. Pleasure was pooling inside her at an almost alarming rate, as Aoko felt her stomach constrict. The two flat tentacles that she had almost forgotten about between everything else happening also made their presence known, as they wrapped around from behind Aoko and began to encircle her perky breasts, squeezing and massaging them in ways that Aoko had never felt before with a soft and expert touch that baffled her.

And it was all far too intense for her. The number of sensations Aoko was experiencing was practically inhuman, as her mind flooded with feelings and stimulations she had only experienced as individual things until this point. Mouth, breasts, pussy, asshole, clit, even the electrical feeling of having her skin sucked at all, melded into a cocktail of utter ecstasy. Mixing with the fact that her lungs were simply not getting enough air to sustain her, Aoko’s frame jolted within the confines of her fleshy restraints as a second, more intense orgasm flooded her being.

The first climax was akin to a dam breaking across Aoko’s muscles. The second one was the same, but completely wiped away any semblance of thought from her mind. She didn’t even find it in herself to scream out in pleasure, even if she could from the tentacles in her mouth. Instead, Aoko merely shuddered, riding the bliss and endorphins that rampaged through her body. What’s more, this one felt longer, more draining, as Aoko’s body was being put under more strain from every direction. Sweat broke out on every millimeter of the girl’s skin, and tears of pure exhilaration flowed freely from her eyes.

After a full three minutes of simply surviving, Aoko’s body finally gave out, and she hung listlessly in the homunculus’s grasp, breathing heavily through her nose and between the tentacles in her mouth. Her breasts rose and fell dozens of times a minute with each shuddering breath, as her lungs burned. Her clit and nipples felt like they were still on fire, despite the cool skin of the suckers surrounding them. Lead was the only substance in her body that could potentially describe why her muscles felt the way they did.

Blue eyes looked unseeing around her, as the girl wasn’t sure what day of the week it was anymore. Even her name felt more like a suggestion than anything else. Tears and snot ran down her face, mixing with the saliva and mucus from her mouth. Normally, Aoko would’ve found her appearance utterly disgusting, but right now, she merely wished that she could have a picture to commemorate the occasion.

The homunculus allowed Aoko about a minute of rest before it continued putting her through a new circle of heaven on earth.

While during the post-orgasm bliss, the tentacles that constrained Aoko’s movements had relaxed just a bit, giving the girl’s limbs some slack from the constant tension, the reprieve was brief. As soon as the creature had deemed that Aoko had recovered enough, the limbs went taut again, digging slightly harder into Aoko’s skin, making the girl moan in delight. The strangling appendages around her neck and waist also tightened, restricting her airflow by another fraction, heightening the sparks of arousal that threatened to burst into another fire.

As soon as Aoko found herself back in position, suspended in the air and unable to move, she felt a sensation that made her heart skip several beats in anticipation. The last two of the tentacles designed for penetration were sliding up her inner thighs, leaving a trail of cold, scraping sensation as they moved into position. Because there was one thing that Aoko had known from the start that she had wanted to experience if tentacled monsters were a reality. One thing that she was going to request no matter what, and she made sure to write it down on the list; she wanted to be double penetrated everywhere at the same time.

Sure enough, as soon as the extra two tentacles reached Aoko’s nether regions, they started to slide against the two that were already buried deep inside her holes. They pushed and slid along the length of their brethren, looking for purchase in order to further skewer Aoko and subject her to even greater heights of pleasure. Sure enough, the creature, unyielding in its task, soon twisted the appendage that was withing Aoko’s asshole in such a way that the once puckered and tight entrance opened a fraction more, allowing further penetration.

Aoko’s eyes widened as she felt the two tentacles grind against one another inside her, the experience like nothing that Aoko could quite compare it to. The feeling of being stretched as much as she was, the constant grinding inside her, stimulating and not giving her a moment of rest… The simple fact that with two tentacles inside a single passage, it pressed against Aoko’s body, constricting her pussy as well. The girl barely had a moment to adjust to the new sensations in her anal passage before the sixth tentacle coiled and uncoiled, the extra force of the push, making Aoko momentarily forget to breathe. Her whole body went taut like a bowstring, trembling hard enough in the restraints that Aoko could feel her muscles cramp up from the strain.

Then the tentacles in her slit started to twist and undulate, as if trying to drill inside her.

“MMMMPH!!!” Aoko screamed in equal parts bliss and pain, as the sensations mixed inside her body in such a way that left her begging for more. She felt like she was going to explode, almost every orifice in her body crammed to the breaking point, sending signals to every single muscle to spasm and jolt. The four tentacles invading Aoko’s lower body didn’t relent, but worked in almost perfect harmony, alternating which entrance received the strongest sensations and pushes at any given second, keeping Aoko on her toes, causing her to involuntarily thrash in the restraints. That by itself also caused the restraints to become more prominent, as every time Aoko pulled, she dislodged a few suckers here and there, necessitating a fresh tug and kiss for them to reattach to yet unreddened spots on her skin. The sucker tentacles around Aoko’s nipples and clit redoubled their efforts, the already enflamed bundles of nerves reaching new heights of sensitivity. All of it complemented by the roaming and groping of every millimeter of Aoko’s skin.

The fact that she could barely breathe as now both the tentacles in her mouth were trying to force themselves down her throat was the least of the girl’s worries.

Especially once the last three tentacles, thin, wispy, and equipped to explore even the most forbidden places on her body, struck. The first two were rather unimportant, as they slid up her nostrils, the brush-like endings irritating the passages, like an itch that Aoko couldn’t scratch, adding to the cacophony of maddening sensations that slowly but surely eroded her higher reasoning at the moment. It was the final one, which pushed Aoko fully over the edge of her third orgasm, as it slid inside her urethra. The brushes making their way up the tight little canal sent literal shockwaves of pleasure and irritation through Aoko’s spine, igniting her nervous system in ways that she could only dream of until this very heartbeat. The tentacle was something that Aoko had heard about sounding: namely, that it stimulated the nervous system of the clitoris from the underside, where it was a lot more sensitive. The idea intrigued her, and she put it in the notes out of curiosity. Right now, current-Aoko was thanking her past self vigorously from the bottom of her soul. The tentacle in her urethra felt like pouring napalm on a fire, and the simple insertion was, in conjunction with everything else, enough to send her over the edge without even a chance for Aoko to contemplate resisting.

The first orgasm was the release of a week’s worth of sexual energy in a sudden and intense shot. The second one was a prolonged, draining experience, as Aoko felt every drop of her strength being drained out of her body through her holes.

The third orgasm put all of them to shame.

It was all-consuming.

Nothing was left unaffected, as the pleasure flooded Aoko from her toes all the way to the tips of her hair, erasing every other sensation. The pain, the itchiness, the tears, the lack of oxygen in her body, they all meant nothing. Aoko’s entire world was a single, flash of white that blinded her physically, erased her ability to even recall her name, and made every muscle fiber constrict in one mighty push. She couldn’t even scream out at this one, as the blue-eyed girl just felt herself falling through a hole in reality itself. Weightless, surrounded by nothing but the spectacle of her body breaking under the weight of her own lust.

Aoko wasn’t sure how long had passed from the start of the orgasm until the end, but when her vision returned, along with the rest of her senses, she realized that she was no longer cradled by the homunculus. Instead, she was lying on the floor of Akako-chan’s lair, body covered in sweat, mucus, and drool. Her hair was matted to the sides, and her face, partially obscuring her vision. As the feeling returned to Aoko’s skin slowly, she became aware that every spot of it felt like it was covered in hickeys. The worst were her nipples and clit, which felt outright numb from how much they’ve been used.

With some level of wonder, Aoko realized that her thighs were covered in some kind of liquid. Flailing with an unresponsive arm, it took Aoko a few times to get the limb to behave, but at long last it settled on her inner thigh. Scooping up the liquid from her thigh, Aoko brought it up to her face. Transparent and sticky, the exhausted girl brought her fingers to her tongue, licking them. Through the lingering taste of the tentacles’ mucus, Aoko realized that this was her own fluids. The fact that they were that far down on her leg led to a belated realization on Aoko’s part.

“Heh… Aoko squirted…” she managed to say, voice raspy and shaky. The last time she had managed to do this was the one time she was left for a weekend alone at home and spent 5 hours masturbating. And yet the homunculus managed it in a fraction of the time.

Gathering whatever strength Aoko still had in her body, the girl pushed herself up into a sitting position. No sooner did she manage it than she came face to face with the reason for the state she was in; the creature, hovering, still unfurled and tentacles at the ready, pointed in her direction, as if daring her to cower.

Aoko instead purred:

“Still conscious… Aoko is not done with you yet…” with those words, she clumsily tried to stand up, only to find that her legs were still unresponsive in the slightest.

But for as tired as Aoko found herself, her mate had no such issues.

The six rope-like tentacles slithered on the ground until they reached Aoko’s body. Unlike last time, when they simply wrapped themselves around her with no ceremony, restricting her movements, this time the creature was subtler. The tentacles slowly traced up Aoko’s body and limbs, caressing the skin gently, with feather-like touches. The suckers on the undersides were even inert, resulting in gentle, slimy caresses, instead of the suctioning hickeys from earlier. If anything, Aoko found that the cold sensation was soothing to the previous marks that the creature left on her skin. Shivers traced Aoko’s body at each new centimeter of skin explored by the tentacles, while soft whimpers escaped her mouth as she luxuriated in the cold, almost numbing caresses.

Soon enough, the tentacles that explored her form began to coil around Aoko’s body. But it was not the same sensation from earlier, where they simply tugged on her limbs and choked her, no. This time, each tentacle seemed to coil around Aoko’s torso in a counterclockwise manner, similar to a python. If Aoko weren’t sure that this creature could never hurt her, she’d be panicking quite a bit right now. But Akako-chan had specifically added a provision in the instructions that Aoko’s safety came before anything else.

Good friend, Aoko thought, barely managing to summon the faculties for that, as the tentacles tightened ever so slightly around her. The jolt was enough to chase away most of the cobwebs and sluggishness from the previous orgasm. Aoko’s eyes drifted toward the homunculus, wondering exactly what it’d do next. After all, she had given it quite a few different instructions, and it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility that it mixed and matched. Slowly, the constraints around Aoko tugged again, lifting her off the ground. Unlike the last time, where she was just hanging in the air by her limbs and neck, experiencing the full effects of gravity, this time the tentacles were making a concerted effort to cradle Aoko’s body in their slimy embrace, giving it the feeling of being in a giant hand from the waist up. A slimy, cold, and comforting hand that gently twitched and caressed her breasts as it supported her. Aoko’s nipples in particular were enjoying extra attention from what felt like the tip of one of the tentacles.

As soon as Aoko was about a half a meter in the air, legs dangling uselessly, the creature twisted again, the two flat, caressing tentacles with feelers on the underside approached Aoko’s body. Slowly, and carefully, the two of them found their way between the dangling girl’s legs, parting them ever so slightly, allowing them to slowly travel up. As they did, the flat tentacles wrapped themselves around Aoko’s legs, flat against her skin. She shivered and twitched as she felt the little wavy feelers caress her skin, like a hundred tiny, tickling feathers. From the base of her ankles, the sensation slowly made its way up. First, it tickled the back of her calves, a caress like cold water running up her skin.

Slowly, perhaps even a smidge too slowly for Aoko’s tastes, the soft tentacles made their way higher up her legs, the amazing sensation spreading further. Soon enough, the edges of the appendages roamed all the way up to Aoko’s thigh, and more particularly, the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

“Ah!” the girl blurted out a soft gasp as she felt the tips start to caress her sensitive skin and cause fresh arousal to start budding inside Aoko’s sex. The fact that the girl was even in a position to contemplate another orgasm was frankly astonishing after her mind completely short-circuited earlier… But it wasn’t like Aoko was going to ever complain. The fact that she felt her pussy lips quivering with anticipation and could still feel her heartbeat in her clit was proof enough that she was ready for more.

The creature, while providing Aoko with heaps of pleasure and abandon, seemed to be keen on taking its time. The two tentacles that probed Aoko’s inner thighs slowed down considerably after they reached her upper thighs. While before that, the slimy little appendages coiled and slithered at a consistent pace and covered quite a bit of distance, now they were as if stuck. The very edges of the feelers seemed to circle the area right before Aoko’s outer pussy lips, making the blue-eyed girl squirm every time the feelers came within a hair’s breadth of touching her mound and whimper in desperation as they retreated.

The cycle repeated itself five or six times before Aoko started to struggle. She enjoyed teasing herself, prolonging her fun at home, and generally just luxuriating with some edging. This was excruciating after having waited and hoped for so long she’d get to experience the real thing. Despite knowing that it was near impossible to escape the homunculus’s grasp, Aoko still tried. She wiggled her body and gyrated her hips as best she could despite the position and utter exhaustion from earlier, but to no avail. No matter what she did, the tentacles never made contact with even the outer lips of her pussy, much less her clit.

The blue-eyed girl struggled for a good five minutes, until she exhausted herself fully, not having achieved anything but growing her own frustrated libido, without getting even a step closer to an orgasm. It was clear that no matter what she did, the homunculus was going to be dictating the pace of this particular part of the encounter. As such, Aoko hung her head, gasping for breath, her entire body relaxing within the grasp of the tentacles, waiting for the creature to continue… Only to that to be the precise moment where the two tentacles finally covered the last, not even a centimeter of her thighs and slid between her pussy lips.

“Ieeeeaa!” Aoko whimpered and squealed as the flat tentacles parted her outer lips, while simultaneously sandwiching her inner pussy lips and clit between the two surfaces. The two surfaces that still teemed with thousands of tiny, sentient bristles. Aoko barely had time to breathe before said bristles began to work. The feelers twisted and wiggled like nothing before, even as the tentacles began sliding against one another, rolling Aoko’s clit and slit between them.

The sensation completely overwrote any and all higher reasoning that was left in Aoko’s body, her frustrations with the tentacles from earlier disappearing in a flash of arousal. Her entire body twisted like a worm on a hook, throwing her head back in a wordless, soundless scream of pure ecstasy, eyes blinking and unseeing. Even her exhausted and semi-restrained legs tried to kick or close just to reduce the sudden influx of stimulation that flooded her body. It was all for naught, however, as the tentacles around her body tightened once again, while the flat tentacles responsible for driving Aoko’s clit and inner lips mad simply tugged, completely immobilizing the girl’s legs. All Aoko was left to do was fruitlessly buck her hips as the pleasure and friction ground away at her exhausted body. The fact that she seemed to have gotten even more sensitive after the previous three orgasms was also doing her no favors, the heat of another climax building at speeds that Aoko had never even dreamt of until now.

Sure enough, it took Aoko all of thirty seconds before she crested another peak of pleasure, only managing to produce a startled little hiccup of a gasp as she felt it, her body too exhausted to actually do much. Aoko still felt the spasms and jerks within her restraints, pushing more exhaustion on her already leaden muscles. It was not an orgasm as powerful as the previous one, but Aoko was somewhat glad for the small break her body was given. It didn’t stop her heart rate from skyrocketing again during the climax, her body heating up. The core temperature met almost shockingly against the cool surface of the tentacles that enveloped Aoko, causing some mild discomfort, but the girl’s mind was in such a place that even this felt like an exquisite treatment that made her just want more.

Slowly, as Aoko’s body went limp, she felt the tentacles loosen around her. The feelers between her legs retreated, and the ones holding her upright eased their grip. It was not enough for the girl to outright fall on the ground, but it was enough for Aoko to slide down slowly out of the comforting cocoon of stimulation and cold muscle. As Aoko did, she made sure to luxuriate as she felt the sensation of her arms and torso sliding down, until she slid out and landed on her legs…

Which promptly gave out under her, after Aoko’s best impression of a newborn fawn.

Before the blue-eyed girl could even scream at the apparent fall, two of the restraining tentacles wrapped themselves around her biceps, stopping the fall. Aoko looked at the two tentacles that caught her with a mixture of affection and lust, her eyelids half-lidded from the experiences she had just had. The haze of the orgasm still clouded most of her better judgment, but that didn’t prevent her from leaning her head gently and kissing one of the tentacles. The cold, soft, muscular skin of the creature had a very odd texture that Aoko found quite pleasant against her lips.

The homunculus guided Aoko’s body to the ground until she was kneeling securely on the ground. Then the two tentacles tightened their grip, immobilizing Aoko.

“Huh?” the girl asked through the haze in her mind, realizing that her adventure had not quite finished. Just as the question tumbled, slurred as it was, out of Aoko’s mind, another two tentacles wrapped around her ankles and knees, immobilizing her legs by pressing them together. The two tentacles that held Aoko’s arms on the way down tugged, pressing her upper body against the cold, hard floor of Akako-chan’s workshop. The position resulted in Aoko’s head being against the ground, while her ass was high in the air, kept there by her own restricted legs.

Aoko definitely did not need to have her full faculties to realize exactly what the homunculus was planning this time around, as she felt a cold breeze caress her ass cheeks. Despite the vulnerable position and the knowledge that there were as many as six tentacles ready to ravage her pussy and asshole, Aoko found herself licking her lips in eagerness. She did not have the best angle to watch the creature as it moved, on account of her head being against the ground, only allowing her to see up out of her peripheral vision, but Aoko still could see the shadows move around her. The fact that she could not prepare made the bound girl’s heart skyrocket even higher, the anticipation of the unknown too delicious to ignore.

And what happened first was really something that Aoko was not expecting.

Instead of one (or several) of the large, bulbous tentacles spreading her holes again like before, the first sensation Aoko felt was that of the three small suctioning ones latching onto her pussy. They did not target her clit directly like before, instead planting themselves around her outer lips, sucking in the skin gently, but firmly on the soft, sensitive skin. The soft suctioning feeling didn’t linger on any one spot for longer than a second, creating the sensation of kisses being showered upon Aoko’s sex. Each one lasted just long enough for Aoko to appreciate the teasing little suction before the tentacle moved on to the next target. With the three little suction tentacles working in unison, without getting in each other’s way, Aoko was positively writing in her restraints now, her fingers clawing at the ground in pleasure. Even without them as much as touching her clit, or even daring to explore further beyond the outer folds of her slit, Aoko could imagine herself coming just from this, given enough time.

Fortunately, her partner didn’t seem to have any inclinations of taking this slowly. A few minutes into the barrage of delicate hickeys being planted on her pussy, Aoko felt one of the bulbous tentacles that she had expected earlier make contact with her skin. But once again, a surprise was in store for the blue-eyed girl, as she felt the tentacle slide up her back, rolling around in the mucus that still clung to Aoko’s back from earlier.

The action confused the girl greatly, but just as she was about to start questioning the actions, the assault on her folds intensified as one of the tentacles finally peeked between Aoko’s outer pussy lips and found the delicate flesh underneath. Stars danced in front of Aoko’s vision as the nerve-rich spot was sucked on. Especially because, unlike the earlier gentle, fast, and teasing probes of the tentacle, this time, the suction was strong enough that the sensitive tissue was drawn inside the tentacle’s sucker. There, the additional little mouths could do their work, driving Aoko crazy, by stimulating the nerve endings and setting her mind and body on fire.

“Mooooo-AH!” Aoko was just about to groan out a desperate plea for further stimulation when the creature moved, burying the other two tentacles after the first in plunging deeper into her sex. The second one remained on the outside, purposefully nibbling and sucking around her clit, without ever outright touching it, creating a maddening edging sensation. The third and final suctioning tentacle, however, did slide past the entrance of Aoko’s pussy, and started to explore inside, leaving a trail of delicious sucked on areas, in addition to the general movement rubbing against her inner walls.

Blue eyes almost rolled back from the haze of pleasure that Aoko was being subjected to. She could feel that her knees were scraping a little against the ground as the tentacles continued to stimulate her pussy, since it was physically impossible for her to stay still. Aoko’s mouth hung open, breathing greedily through it, in shallow, raspy, and far too quick breaths, saliva running down the corners. Swallowing right now felt like too much of a chore. The combination of pleasure and the restraints holding down her body resulted in Aoko’s eyes tearing up again, utterly blissed out at the treatment.

Before the girl could get too comfortable, however, the tentacle that had been rolling around her back finally pulled back, until its length began to grind between Aoko’s ass cheeks, the skin just abrasive enough to make the sensation maddening. The blue-eyed girl wiggled her hips almost involuntarily at the motion, as if inviting the homunculus to fuck her already and stop teasing like this. As it was, Aoko could feel it would not take a lot for her to come again.

She wasn’t sure if it was her swaying of her hips, or the homunculus was going to continue anyway at that precise moment, but sure enough, a long, drawn-out drag across her body, until the bulbous tip was pressed firmly against her sphincter.

Aoko could feel the tentacle coil for the penetration for a brief second.

Then it pushed.

“Oooooooh!” Aoko moaned in a tone so low and sensual that she shocked herself, as the tentacle penetrated her deeply and smoothly. The mucus it had rolled into from her back made the insertion smoother than anything Aoko had ever felt before, even accounting for this particular session. The reddish-orange appendage forced its way with practically no resistance, despite its size, filling Aoko’s ass perfectly, slightly pushing the bound girl across the floor. The friction, combined with the gentle restraints and the feeling of fullness, made Aoko moan further, voice cracking a little more with each whimper that escaped her mouth.

Just as Aoko was thinking that the homunculus would now start fucking her, she felt the smallest three tentacles slither down the floor and, much to her shock, force their way into her mouth. The tiny, wispy feelers that were on the end of the three little tentacles acted as brushes, caressing and exploring her mouth. Aoko’s initial reaction to the sudden invasion of her mouth was to sputter and try to move her head away or spit out the three tiny tentacles. The homunculus reacted quickly, however, gripping the back of her head, forcing her to stay in place. Sure enough, Aoko found it impossible to move anymore, between the restraints, and the tentacles in her pussy, mouth, and ass. And once the three tiny tentacles got their feelers working in her mouth, she was infinitely glad for that.

The initial gut reaction of spitting them out was partially based on the fact that they looked like brushes and Aoko expected them to behave like that, only irritating her mouth and making her uncomfortable. That proved not to be the case, however, as the tiny little feelers at the end of each tentacle were gentle, soft, and cool, creating a very relaxing sensation. Furthermore, the centimeter-thin tentacles didn’t fill her mouth to an obstructive degree, unlike the two previous ones, allowing her to move her tongue around and engage with them. It was like a triple French kiss, in a sense, since each of the three little invaders could wrap itself around her tongue, gently caress the insides of her cheeks, even prod the back of her throat, drawing a little on her gagging reflex to make the cocktail of experiences all the richer.

And it was just as Aoko was starting to become accustomed to the sensation in her mouth, she felt the thing she had been waiting for; the tentacle in her ass pulled back. It was a long, purposeful stroke that slowly pulled almost the entire length of the tentacle out of Aoko, until just the tip stretched the opening of her ass. Aoko realized what was coming a heartbeat before it actually did, but it was enough for her to relish it. The homunculus plunged back inside Aoko, faster and even more forcefully than it had when it entered, sending a shockwave of force through Aoko’s body, making her spine tingle, even as she was forced to bend a little and her upper body to become further squished against the cold stone floor. This time, however, the tentacle in her ass did not stay still. No sooner did the appendage bottom out than another long pull out followed. Then another slam inside her, sending stars flashing in front of her eyes. Again and again, the homunculus picked up speed.

In fact, not a single one of the tentacles that were currently holding Aoko down remained calm and passive.

The ones restraining her began to undulate and strain, onto her arms and legs, the suckers on the undersides, further stimulating her already burning skin. The sensation was akin to a massage, sensual, and encompassing her arms and legs, making it impossible to even move anymore. The three tentacles that were still attached to her pussy had, without Aoko even realizing, due to overstimulation, slowed their rhythm of gentle stimulation of her sex. That changed as soon as the rhythm of the fucking was in full swing after a dozen thrusts, as they seemed to suck in her sensitive flesh for longer and harder, yet somehow managing to move faster than before. Aoko, in the scattered fragments of her mind that still functioned, was sure that this was some kind of cheating with magic.

She just didn’t care enough right now as her very soul felt like it was drowning in pleasure.

Inside her mouth, the three thin tentacles continued to caress her tongue, but with increased intensity and purpose. They no longer seemed content with soft caresses and delicate French kisses. Instead, they had grown demanding, pushing her tongue down, pulling and pressing it to the side, as they greedily invaded her mouth. Instead of a single one pushing down into her throat to make her choke, it was a concerted effort of all three. They intertwined and slithered past Aoko’s tongue repeatedly, clogging up her throat and making her choke each and every time, while the feelers lit up her nerves like kindling with ecstasy.

Already the sensations in Aoko’s body were bubbling over like a pressure cooker, and she could feel herself on the edge of another climax, the overwhelming storm of different sensations too much for her. Everything that the blue-eyed girl could experience, the sensations within her body of how the tentacles explored and stimulated her holes. The absurdly heightened sensitivity from her previous orgasms was burning away at her erogenous zones. The feeling of helplessness as she knew she could not move even if she wanted to. The sounds of her own moans, gagging, and the wet, obscene slapping sound from the tentacle fucking her. The scent of the homunculus mixed with the sweat and the musk of sex in the air, clogging her nostrils and almost burning at her already teary eyes. It all combined to completely drown the bound girl.

“Mmm… Arg- Guuah!” Aoko groaned and moaned through the tentacles in her mouth, sputtering as for the second time today, Aoko completely lost track of everything. Sight, sound, even her own thundering heartbeat seemed to disappear into nothingness, as pleasure seemed to fill everything. Her skin, muscles, bones, all the way down to Aoko’s hair, everything became pleasure, her body convulsing like a fish out of water for what felt like an eternity, but was more accurately a few moments, as the fifth orgasm proved too much for the monster fucker.

With a ridiculous smile on her face, Nakamori Aoko fainted from pleasure.

-ABDiT-

Koizumi Akako brooded as she observed the enchanted mops and brooms clean her workshop. At this rate, even if she spent days cleaning, she wasn’t entirely sure that she’d be able to get the stench of copulation out of the air.

Or her perception was simply skewed because she knew what happened here.

Perhaps I should’ve gotten Nakamori-san to use one of the guest rooms? Akako thought to herself, glancing at the homunculus, now completely inert, resting in the corner of the room.

Akako was honestly not sure what else to do with it after Nakamori-san left. The girl, shaking from head to toe, like a newborn little fawn, had staggered out of Akako’s house after a shower, with a smile on her face that, should Akako not have known the real reason for, would’ve assumed was drugs. The glow the other girl had almost made Akako envious in a sense. Nakamori-san looked like she had won the lottery, despite the fact that her body looked battered and marred with so many hickeys that the spots that weren’t red were easier to count. Akako had to insist on casting a glamour on the girl, lest she be taken to a hospital by the first person to encounter her on the street.

And the little human deviant had the gall to ask Akako when she could visit the homunculus again. According to Nakamori-san, she had managed to get through only about one page or so of things she wished to experience.

The thought was… Nauseating in a sense. While Akako was well aware of the lust of men, perhaps women truly were the more abnormal when it came to sexuality and libido. It made Akako somewhat happy that she purposefully made the potions she fed Nakamori-san taste and smell awful. Yes, it was petty, but given what the little aberrant did in her workshop, she felt justified.

Whatever the case, it presented Akako with several things she needed to now ponder. Again, she glanced at the homunculus, its one function to satisfy lust, residing in her workshop. She was going to have to be very careful not to accidentally activate it. While it was in theory coded to only desire to defile Nakamori-san’s flesh, there was no way to know if it wouldn’t just try and find her out in the world, should the girl not be here to prostrate herself for it.

On one hand, the Red Witch was glad that all the magic and time she put into designing and creating this… Thing wasn’t going to be wasted after a single use. On the other hand, it meant more visits from Nakamori-san.

And more temptation for Akako.

Frowning, Akako walked over to one of the shelves on the walls of her workshop and picked up a small, empty golden frame on a wooden pedestal. The frame was the size for a normal human picture, so it was easy for Akako to hold it up to eye level. After all, she had promised Nakamori-san that she would not be physically present for the copulation. That did not mean that the workshop would not be monitored. Both for safety reasons and because Akako had things she needed to verify.

“Show me her body,” Akako ordered. The air itself twisted within the frame until a translucent, clear outline of Nakamori-san’s body, sans any features formed within. Akako examined it, noting that while there was a film of red clinging to it, the color was fading. Akako smirked at that, since it meant that the protective charm she drew on Nakamori-san’s body held, despite the suboptimal location. The girl’s soul was not tainted.

Yet. But it did serve as a nice boost to Akako’s confidence that she was able to achieve such results with so little actual leverage. The next part would be the most important factor, however.

“Lotai, Erasc, Hausd,” Akako whispered.

As the last sound left the witch’s lips, the image twisted again and split into three smaller orbs, floating around each other. Two of them contained images, while the third was blank, with only flickers of black and white streaming throughout. Akako peered into what her instrument managed to pick up as it recorded Nakamori Aoko. She observed what lay inside the girl’s body, heart, and soul.

The first was the body, and the red-haired witch remained unsurprised in the slightest. The moving image was that of tentacles and appendages that slithered and twisted in sensual ways. A reflection of what Nakamori-san’s body craved now. What it was trained to sustain itself on for one of its most primal urges.

Red eyes moved to the next orb, which contained the desires of Nakamori-san’s heart. A smiling face, kind eyes, and a shock of black, unruly hair. Kuroba Kaito, holding a single blue rose in a gentlemanly fashion. If Akako didn’t know better, or was in the mood to delude herself, she could imagine that the affection in those eyes was directed at her. But no, it was merely how Nakamori-san’s heart craved the companionship of the boy.

And the last sphere to gain attention was that of the soul. And Akako, once more, found herself disappointed. It was blank. It meant that Nakamori-san’s soul had not yet come to a decision. The girl was torn between her body and heart at the fundamental level that was the core of a human being.

“Pathetic,” Akako sniffed in disdain as she threw the monitoring device back on the shelf with perhaps a little more force than she truly intended to. If it was damaged, she’d have to fix it, true, but right now the Red Witch needed to think. Because her dilemma remained. Conjuring a throne for herself, leagues nicer than the sitting arrangement she had provided Nakamori-san before, in front of her cauldron, Akako lowered herself into it, red eyes peering into the cauldron.

Akako knew that short of summoning one of her patrons to ask for advice, no answers would really come… Yet even if she felt so inclined, she knew that this was not a decision that she could delegate. But in the end, staring at the crimson liquid inside, enchanted to be mostly unmoving unless in use, helped the young witch most nights.

Akako loved Kaitou Kid, Kuroba Kaito’s alter ego, that much she knew. She had used the very same instrument on herself and saw that her heart, body, and soul were tied to the white thief in perfect unison. Somehow that pathetic little charlatan had captured Akako fully better than she herself could have done… And yet the wretch still harbored feelings for Nakamori-san! A girl, who was, until an hour ago, writing on the floor of Akako’s workshop, submitting her flesh to a creature that Akako had conjured.

The Red Witch felt her magic flare in anger.

When she had started helping Nakamori-san, Akako merely wished to keep the girl from getting in over her head. Perhaps score some goodwill with Kuroba-kun. Get closer to him, so that she might try to ensnare him again. So that he could take his rightful place as her chosen consort. Then the plan morphed once Akako had read through the pages of base proclivities that Nakamori-san wrote down for her. She was sure that with the sordid details that the girl described, once the actual act took place, her heart, body, and soul would come into harmony with how she loved nothing but tentacles. After that, and a few more sessions, Akako would’ve presented the information to Nakamori-san.

It would hopefully have served to convince the tentacle devotee to come clean to Kuroba-kun. Tell him how it would be impossible to love him and break off connections. Become nothing more than a little errand girl for Akako, doing anything for just another taste of the drug her very being craved.

The fact that this had not happened after the first time was not indicative, true… But Akako had hoped for something in the reading. The fact that Nakamori-san’s soul had not made a decision, overwriting her heart… Well, it meant that her love for Kuroba Kaito was deep. Almost a foundational thing.

Akako had dealt with such love a few times and saw records in her ancestors’ writings. Removing it just with time was nigh-impossible. And if Akako took too much time, resulting in Kuroba-kun or Nakamori-san confessing their feelings, it would be impossible.

Akako’s eyes moved from the surface of the red liquid in her cauldron toward one of the shelves. The shelf where the small mortar she used to draw the soul-protection mark on Nakamori-san’s body. A simple circle with the sign of Tanit inside it, but it served as a protective charm, easy enough.

It was a simple charm.

Very hard to do wrong.

And yet it was possible.

All Akako would have to do was not finish the circle perfectly, or make the triangle uneven. After that, she’d simply leave Nakamori-san to her fornications and watch as Red Magic eats away at the blue-eyed girl’s soul. While Akako had some fears of accidentally letting a demon possess Nakamori-san instead of turning her into a vegetable, she could hedge her bets.

It'd have been child’s play for the Red Witch to remove her rival in a way that even offered her deniability. Mistakes happened after all.

The real question was whether Akako was willing to do it or simply try to give her original idea of slowly converting Nakamori-san’s soul.

And the red-eyed girl would have to say the answer was…