Quest for Tentacles: Work Break [Episode 152341]

A lovely, curvy female shape clad only in tiger-stripped boots and bikini was floating in the sky of Tomobiki.  Such a sight would attract a crowd of astonished people looking up in many other parts of the world... but here, it barely made any eyebrow rise.

Lum wasn’t flying with her usual liveliness, however; she even seemed to have a hard time keeping a straight line.  Her arm and legs were hanging a bit limply underneath her, and from times to times she was suddenly losing altitude, as if her Oni power was no longer able to defy gravity.  Worse, she was moving about as fast as her cousin Ten was used to.

Through her half-lidded eyes, she finally spotted her flying saucer hovering above the town.  With a last tremendous effort, she “swam” in the air toward the airlock and managed to open it.  Then, the alien girl slumped on the hard floor at the very doorstep of her ship.

“Ooooh... I’m so beat.” Lum feebly whispered between heaving breaths.  After a short rest, the tired Oni slowly crawled toward the main room of the spaceship, where a comfortable reclining chair awaited her.  She finally sprawled herself on the seat with a long sigh of contentment.

“Damn... Darling really did a number on me...” she commented out loud in the Oni tongue.  Although there was an advanced A.I. in this ship, awaiting for her orders, she wasn’t addressing it.  Soliloquizing in this private place was a habit Lum had acquired long ago.

Letting out another long sigh, she once again wondered what was it that made Earth people so damn horny.  Until coming here, she’d never paid much attention to the rumors stating that they were the worst perverts in the galaxy.  The Oni weren’t exactly shy about mammalian sex either, anyway.  But since she’d married Ataru and met plenty of those obnoxious Terrans, she had to admit there was some truth in it.  As usual, her Darling had almost grounded her into the floor by repeatedly banging her.  And his latest scheme about running some “tentacles monsters show” just brought further evidence for the theory....

Sometimes, Lum was even thinking that she would never, by herself, be enough to truly satisfy her husband’s unshakable lust.  That maybe, maybe, she should start agree about letting him, occasionally , entertain himself with other women, just so that she wouldn’t end up fucked to death by the insatiable Moroboshi....

Lum’s eyes snapped open.  “NO!  No, no, no, no!” she repeated while grinding her fists on the sides of her head.  “I’m not going to give in!  I’m not going to let Darling set up his own harem, like he’s been dreaming about for so long.  I’m not going to relent now; not after all the efforts I’ve made to keep him away from all those girls!”

Lum slumped back in the comfy seat of alien conception, which immediately shifted shape to better accommodate her weight.  This was her biggest concern... even though Ataru wasn’t fleeing her any more, and started to act around her like they were truly married, he never relented in chasing other tails.  The Oni girl had believed that, once he’d have her beautiful, luscious, scrumptious body to satisfy his urges, he would be no longer interested in other females.  But instead of this... it was like the discovery of true carnal pleasures had made Ataru ever more determined to score with a maximum of hot chicks.

And even though she loved him dearly... Lum just couldn’t let him fulfill his dreams.  If she allowed him a tryst, even once, she had no doubt he wouldn’t stop there, and want another one... and yet another....  Who knew just how far it could lead them?  The Oni wife was perfectly aware of how kinky her husband’s demands could become.  She had seen him plot and script most of the erotic shows that were set at the club’s mini-theatre.  Some of them were really wild.  In her view, being asked to perform a lesbian show for Ataru in a threesome with one of his mistresses would be certainly among the tamest of his fantasies.

“And yet... I shocked him again.” Lum added for herself.  This was bothering her, as she was feeling guilty.  Although she had no qualm about electrifying her wayward husband whenever he was hounding some other women, this was definitely not supposed to happen when he was being a dutiful lover.  She had promised him already that she would try to control herself during climax, but once again she failed him.  That he was nonetheless able to keep nailing her to the couch afterward was both a good and a bad thing.  Good, because it didn’t stop their fun... but bad, because if he was less and less affected by her electricity, it meant it wasn’t doing its dissuasive job any more.  And anyway, shocking him during sex was way too much sending a mixed message.  Sometimes, Lum was wondering if Ataru plain didn’t get some masochistic kick out of it.

“There must be some way for this to not happen any more...” she mumbled, arms crossed, wracking her brain for a solution.  Then she straightened and snapped her fingers.  “Of course!  Why didn’t I thought of it sooner?”

Rising from the chair, Lum called out for the ship’s A.I.  “Computer!  Initialize autohypnosis program!”

A terminal with a screen and keyboard was lowered from the ceiling, and Lum faced it.  “Alright.  Now, let’s word this carefully... I want to... never again unwillingly shock my Darling with electricity whenever he’s doing something sexual to me.  But I don’t want to be blocked from zapping him if he actually deserves it.  Mmmh... this should do the trick.”

Lum typed a few keys to finalize her programming, until she was satisfied with the set of instructions.  Nodding, she began the hypnosis protocol.

“Autohypnosis session ready.  Please fix the screen.” a mechanical voice stated.  “Countdown to start: 3... 2... 1... 0.”

A black-and-white swirling pattern appeared on the screen, reflected into Lum’s transfixed eyes.  The Oni technology only took a few seconds to imprint the subliminal command into her mind.  After that, the light show stopped suddenly and the green-haired woman blinked.

“Hu?  Finished already?  Well... I hope it worked.  I’ll sure put it to the test soon enough.”

Lum then directed her chair to move in front of huge communication terminal, whose screen occupied most of a wall.

“Okay.  Now for the embarrassing part... to go through what Darling asked of me.  Who could I ask to play the role of some genuine tentacle monster?  More importantly, who can be crazy enough to accept?”

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Back on Earth, at the “To Fall Upon a Star” strip club, Ataru entered the backroom that was used as kitchen and lounge room for the employees.  There, he found Shinobu who was busy preparing some coffee.

“Oh, Ataru-kun, do you want a cup of coffee?”

“No, thanks, Shinobu-chan...” her boss answered.  “Mmmh... can I talk to you?”

“Yes, of course.  What’s the matter?” his former school sweetheart asked.

“Ahem... well, you probably heard about the little bit of quandary we’re in...” Ataru started hesitantly.

Shinobu nodded, her cheeks slightly blushing.  Both because she’d “heard of it” while eavesdropping to Lum and him doing the ecchi... and because she’d rather not think about the fact that some customers could actually have a fetish for tentacle sex.

“So... even if I already sent the goons and Lamu-chan searching for any potential lead that would make the planned ‘special show’ a reality... I have to explore every prospect... and for this, I would need your help.”

The brown-haired girl stared at Ataru in puzzlement.

“How could I help you, Ataru-kun?  I have no idea where to find... what you need.”

“You, certainly not.  But Mendō-kun, on the other hand....”

Shinobu blinked; then she opened her mouth in realization.  “Oh!  You’re thinking about all the octopi his family is keeping....”

Ataru nodded.  “Yeah.  Although that would be somewhat of a last resort... Mendō-kun owns plenty of weird critters with tentacles, so maybe in the lot there’ll be one that could fit....”

Shinobu looked pensive (besides looking embarrassed).  “But what make you think Shūtarō-kun would agree to help you?  You’ve never been in very good terms... and he’s very protective of his pets.”

“I know that, Shinobu-chan.  Even with all the wild adventures we’ve shared... I’m sure this bastard wouldn’t raise his little finger to keep me out of trouble.  But that’s why I’m not going to ask myself.  You, on the other hand... you have a good chance to convince him.”

“I see what you mean...” Shinobu said with a frown.  “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, Ataru-kun.  Me and Shūtarō-kun are not that much in good term any longer.”

“What?  But I thought... aren’t you still after him to marry you?”

Shinobu huffed.  “His family is still pushing for the engagement with that Mizunokōji girl.  He’s swearing to me that she means nothing to him... but he’s still not breaking up with her.  I think he’s just enjoying all the female attention.”

‘What guy wouldn’t...’ Ataru thought to himself.

“I can’t stand him any more.  In many ways, he’s just as much as an uncouth pervert as you...” Shinobu pursued.

“Thanks a lot, Shinobu-chan.” Ataru retorted while sweatdropping.  “Still, there’s no harm in asking, right?  You can still try, I’m sure he’ll at least listen to you....”

Shinobu sighed, arms crossed.  “Yes, I can.  But don’t hold your breath, Ataru-kun.  I seriously doubt Shūtarō would ever agree for his precious octopi to be used like that.”

“Great!  You’re precious, Shinobu-chan.” Ataru thanked with a large grin. While his childhood friend blushed, he added “Too bad you’re giving up on becoming Mendō’s wife, though.”

This surprised Shinobu.  “What?  Since when are you so supportive of this, Ataru-kun?  I thought you couldn’t stand the mere idea that me and Shūtarō...?”

“Oh, don’t sell me so short, Shinobu-chan.  I’m no teenager any more; I got used to the concept.  And besides...”  Ataru stepped closer to Shinobu, until their faces were almost touching.  “... I think I would have very much enjoyed cuckolding Mendō.”

Shinobu’s eyes went wide, but before she could yell a thing, Ataru caught her in his embrace and plastered his lips on her own, kissing her enthusiastically.  The young woman moaned in protest and squirmed in his grasp, before finally pushing him away with her immense strength.

“KYAAAAAAAHH!!”

CRASH!

Ataru ended up imbedded in the opposite wall, the shape of his body imprinted in the plaster.  This wasn’t enough to erase the lecherous grin on his face, though.  The “most perverted young man in the Universe” stepped out of the indentation, no worse for wear, casually dusting his clothes.

“What are you doing, Ataru!” Shinobu screeched in outrage.

“I’m thanking you for your valuable help, Sweetums!”  In no time, Ataru was back into invading Shinobu’s personal space, hugging her close to his manly frame.  The blushing woman was once again making efforts to push him away, but it was lacking the primal intent of the first time.

“What?  No!  Not here!  Not now!” she protested.  “You... you just had sex with Lum not an hour ago!!  How can you still be...?”

“Precisely.  And now she’s gone to her spaceship... which meant she won’t be back for a while, and we have all the time for a quickie without risking her finding out!”

“But... anybody else can come in at any time!” Shinobu argued, still ineffectually squirming under his hands.  Which were roaming all over her clothed frame, making her shiver in unwanted excitement.

“Don’t worry.  Ryūnosuke knows better than to let anybody bother us.”  Ataru silenced further arguments by kissing her again, slipping his tongue in her sweet mouth.

“Mmmmhhhh...” Shinobu was still reluctant, but it became evident it was purely to save appearances (for whom, it was anybody’s guess).  She had plenty experience in fending off Ataru’s amorous moves, and the strength to make it easy... yet she couldn’t bring herself to doing it.

Ataru’s hands were everywhere, stimulating her even through the unflattering works cloths.  His tongue wiggled inside her mouth, teasing her palate and tonsils.  He lifted her up against the counter, until her bottom was resting on it.

Why?  Why couldn’t she fight him?  This was the question she kept asking herself, every time.  Why was she always giving into his carnal demands?  She had had no trouble keeping Ataru at arm’s length when they were teenagers, even though she was admittedly already in love with him.  What had changed in her?  What had become of her proverbial shyness?  When had she turned into a naughty girl?

And why was she unable to resist him now, when it was obvious he and Lum had a real relationship?  How could she let him goad her into sex, when she knew it meant he was cheating on his wife, who was one of her best friends?

Why had she ever agreed to be his mistress...?

Shinobu’s anguished, guilty ponderings were cut short when Ataru skillfully opened her blouse and pawed both her lovely breasts through her bra.  Her back arched until her head met the wall of the kitchen.  The randy young man let go of her lips, a short-lived strand of saliva linking them temporarily, to plunge down into her tempting bosom.  Shinobu let out a hoarse cry of mixed embarrassment and pleasure.  Her hand went to the top of Ataru’s head and she weakly pushed him, but he was too determined to be thwarted by such fake attempts.

Ataru was slobbering like a famished puppy in Shinobu’s cleavage.  He got tired fast of obstruction of her underwear, though.  Pushing the cups up, he freed the round orbs topped by perky nipples.  His mouth immediately latched on the areola, his lips greedily sucking on the mam, his tongue flicking against the pink nub of skin, which quickly became erect under the assault.

“Ah!  No... Ataru... stop this... AH!  You’re so... you’re so bad... you’re a beast... oooOH!”

Ataru paid no heed to these mock protests.  He kept ravaging Shinobu’s breasts, changing nipple as to not play favorite, also using his fingers to maul the delicate mammary flesh.  The young woman’s words turned into cries and sighs and moans, until she bit her lips to silence the shameful sounds she was uttering.  Oh, why was she so weak-minded?

Moroboshi was enjoying himself, but also getting impatient.  There were still way too many layers of clothes separating them.  Even though he was certain Lum wouldn’t be back soon, he had no intent to make this last indefinitely.  A quickie was a quickie, which meant he had no time to waste.

Like he did earlier with Lum, Ataru showed off his skill at stripping a girl in the blink of an eye.  Unbuckling Shinobu’s belt, he diverted her of her pants in one sharp pull, even though she was still sitting on the edge of the counter.  The young woman shrieked in shock, appalled to have lost so fast another thing that (more symbolically than anything) still protected her “virtue”.  All she had left now was her small panties, which certainly wouldn’t resist long against her molester.

“Ataru!  No!  Please!  This is too shameful!  Give me back my slacks!  Let’s do this someplace where we can have privacy!”

“Hu-hu...” Ataru shook his head.  “The motor is already running, cutie-pie.  You look way too sexy for your own good, you know that?  Look what you’re doing to me....”

Ataru opened his pants and let them fall at his feet, leaving the big bulge in his boxers in full view.  Then he lowered the undergarment, freeing his painfully hard erection.  Shinobu’s wide, trembling eyes fell on his one-eyed snake, basically hypnotized by the sight.

Her bunched-up blouse and bra were next on Ataru’s list.  He pulled up the garments above her head, forcing her to raise her arms.  Before her silky brown hair was even falling down, he was kissing her lips again, and his hands were groping her boobs with renewed vigor.  Shinobu could also feel the bulbous tip of his blood-engorged prick poking her thighs as he leaned against her.

In no time, the young woman was panting and shivering and sweating despite the cold wall in her back.  As for the cold tiles of the counter she was sitting on, she got an even better feeling of them when Ataru grasped the hem of her white panties and pulled them down her shapely legs.  The flushed Shinobu blushed even harder, bringing her legs up and covering her chest with her arms in a futile attempt to hide the naughtiest bits of her naked body.

“Ataru, you’re so mean!  Stripping me right in the kitchen!  You’re a horrid man!  I hate you!”

Ataru was still smirking like the pervert he was, his hard cock in hand, pointing toward her.  He could tell, though, that her recriminations were partially heartfelt, if not to take literally.  So, he stepped closer, but rather than making another sexual move, he gently wiped the tears under her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Shinobu-chan...” he softly said, “... but with the threat of those crazy women hanging above my head... promising to ruin my life if I didn’t satisfy their fetish within two days... I sure as hell won’t be wasting any opportunity to enjoy myself during what could very well be my last living hours....”

“...” Shinobu just stared into her lover’s face, her eyes still wet and trembling.

The seriousness and gentleness in Ataru’s disappeared, to be replaced by the large grin of the cat about to ate the canary.  “Now, spread those legs, baby!”

Shinobu shrieked in surprise, but that was her only protest when the sex-crazed Moroboshi grabbed her knees, pushing her thighs open, before diving headfirst at her crotch.  Without hesitation, his mouth assaulted the tempting, unprotected womanhood, lips clamping on her puffy outer lips, and tongue snaking in her folds like one of those much-sought-after tentacles.

Shinobu yelled again, but this time in bliss, before panting and shaking uncontrollably in response to the cunnilingus.  Why, despite all her objections, her reluctance, her acute shame and guilt... why did this have to feel so good?  Why did her treacherous body have to react solely with bliss to the carnal contact?  Why did her well-licked pussy have to be juicing abundantly from the stimulation?  Why did her clitoris have to be so erect and sensitive under each of Ataru’s licks?  Why did her brain have to be flooded by hormones, inducing wondrous and pleasurable sensations?

And why did her mouth was also betraying her?  “YES!  YES!  YEEEES!!  OOOOH, ATARU!  YOU BEAST!  YOU MONSTER!  YOU... YOU... AAAHH, DON’T STOP!!”

But Ataru’s wasn’t planning to make Shinobu cum just with a thorough tongue-lashing.  The aim of this was mainly to make her love tunnel wet and ready for the main event.  Which he deemed should happen now.  Standing up, he spread further the legs of the quivering young woman, and aimed his manly weapon at her core.  He didn’t fool around for long, just making sure the needy vagina was well-oiled from his earlier ministrations.  He rubbed the bulbous tip against the outer labia, gently opening the folds with the glans, and found her sex to be dripping.  Satisfied, Ataru wedged the top of his penis in the hot snatch, and slipped more of the shaft in once he found the right angle.

Shinobu exhaled lengthily as she was penetrated by the erect organ.  Once again, Ataru was using her to sate his lust, and she failed to resist him.  How long would she continue?  How long would she be dishonest with Lum?  How long would she endure this?

Well, for now, her body sure wanted the coitus to last forever.  Howling in pleasure, she crossed her legs around Ataru’s waist and hugged his torso in her arms.  Her breasts plastered against his chest, her lips seeking his, her hips moving in rhythm with her lover’s thrusts, she was losing herself in the adulterous coupling.  Ataru loved nothing more than when his Shinobu-chan finally let go of her hang-ups and inhibitions.  With her strength and stamina, she could become a real demon in the sack, lustful and untiring.

Ataru kept pumping in this snug, slick, sloshing pussy.  His rigid prick plunged in and out of the dark, wet, warm sheath of a woman of this Earth, just like he’d done to his alien wife just a short while ago.  He could never tell which one was the greatest to plug, and had no intent to make a choice.  Both babes were just too hot and sexy to be left unscrewed, or worst, to be fucked by other, unworthy men.  He loved them both, and he enjoyed bringing either to the seventh heaven just as much.

Shinobu’s naked, curvy, sweaty shape continued to rock against the man standing before the counter, her bottom still resting partially on the cold tiles for balance — and for better absorbing the impact of Ataru’s pelvis against hers, every time he bottomed inside her gushing sex, filling her up to the brink with male meat, shaking her whole frame with blissful tremors.  Her moans, his grunts, her sighs, his pants... were the only sounds that could be heard in the backroom, besides the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh.

Ataru, despite his determination to make it a “quickie”, was keeping his orgasm in check by sheer force of will.  He knew that as soon as he’d have cummed and filled Shinobu’s welcoming womb with his sperm, she wouldn’t leave him the chance to get it hard again for a second round.  She’d much more likely throw him out of the room while calling him a perverted swine, as usual.  That’s why the insatiable Moroboshi was trying his best to squeeze all the enjoyment he could from his childhood’s friend sexy body, before getting back to his worries.

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Outside the kitchen, what looked like a very flustered young man was standing guard before the door — but she was in fact a blushing tomboy.  Her back against the panel, she was doing her best to ignore the erotic noises that filtered through it, though with little success.

Her face deep red, Ryūnosuke sighed dejectedly.  Murmuring between her lips, she bemoaned “Shinobu-chan... why’re you letting him treat you like that...?”