You knelt nervously in front of your Owner, nervously eyeing the twitching mass of tentacles in front of your face.

"Ready, dear?" they ask, dragging one small tendril across your cheek.

You nod nervously. "Just...be gentle, ok?" They smile, every one of their many eyes twinkling with mischief. They'd never been gentle with you, and you both know you love it that way.

"Of *course*, dear~" they cooed. "I wouldn't *dream* of anything otherwise~"

You gulped, reaching out to take the largest tentacle in your hands, playfully running your hands over it as you guide it to your lips. Staring up at your Owner, you slowly take the tentacle into your mouth, the tendrils around it playing over your face, your neck, your hands. The sensation is...strange, but not unwelcome, the tentacle pulsing and throbbing in your mouth as you bob your head, grinding against your tongue as you suck. You move forward, endeavoring to deepthroat it, looking up at your Owner, savoring every sound and face they make. Alas, you have to breath sometime, so you start to back off, Owner's tendrils draped across your cheeks, your forehead, your jaw. You gaze, flirting, up at them as you slowly pull away, tendrils wrapping around to the back of your neck as you tease and touch. You try to pull back, but...the tendrils around your neck, wrapped around the back of your head, they won't let you. Instead, they start to contract, forcing you back down, forcing the tentacle further down your throat. You start to gag, panicked eyes looking up at your Owner.

"Oh, back again? So soon?" they coo, lounging on the couch, laid back and relaxed. "I like your dedication...and I love it when you gag~"

You try to push back with your hands, but they're too strong, and as the tendrils force the intruder further and further down your throat you come within reach of the masses of smaller tentacles, wriggling, grasping onto you, thrusting into your mouth, your nose, your ears. Gagging, choking, your legs give out from under you, but the tentacles hold you up, shoving deeper into you as your hands uselessly try to push them away, all while your Owner lounges relaxed on the furniture without a care in the world, gently huffing and moaning as you choke.

"Good toy~" they coo. "You know, you don't *have* to force yourself down like that...you can go slow if you want~" Whatever response you have is drowned out by your choking, gagging gasps as the tentacles force their way even further down your throat.

"Oh? What's that sweetie? You want to take my eggs too? Well, if you insist~" Your whole body seizes as the tendrils force themselves even further inside of you, forcing your esophagus open like a stent, clearing a path for the ovipositor. You would gag, but with the tendrils holding your throat open, you physically can't. Not that it makes it any less impossible to breathe. Nothing could prepare you for the sensation of the egg being shoved inside you, sliding smoothly down your prepared esophagus, implanted inside you. You barely had time to realize what had happened for before the next egg was deposited into you, then the next, then the next...

The tentacles contracted as you twitched and seized, holding you even tighter as they injected you with venom, endorphins flooding your system as the two of you came together, again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. When your Owner was finally finished with you, you were a limp, half-unconscious mess. You were barely coherent enough to realize they were speaking to you, let alone parse the words or manage a response. You were lost in a haze...but both of you knew that's exactly where you always wanted to be...

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