Tara the Barbarian verse the Slimy Tentacle Monster
Tara the Barbarian verse the Slimy Tentacle Monster
| Sex Story Author: | projectweird |
| Sex Story Excerpt: | Her muscle definition was not so pronounced in her arms and legs. Egads, her breast had nearly doubled and were |
| Sex Story Category: | BDSM |
| Sex Story Tags: | BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Extreme, Fantasy, Monster, Rape |
Tara the Barbarian was bone tired and her party of adventures were dead but they had been victorious in killing the Master Ghoul. Tara needed to get back to town, collect her reward, then pay the priestesses to resurrect her friends and all would be right in this world. Tara thought back to the last few mins of the battle as each one of her party sacrificed themselves to give Tara time to drink down the mysterious creaming from the pervy old sage. When it first touched by lips, it clearly tasted like the essence of men’s trousers snakes. She thought about trying to explain that to her teammate but decided against it.
The sage said only use the potion as a last resort as he stared hard enough to catch a peek at her nipple under the barbarian’s chain armor. He walked over to the edge of his tent and placed the potion on the ground and hurried to the other side. Not thinking much, Tara walked and bent over to receive the free gift. The old man inhaled quickly and grabbed a pillow to cover lower belt area. The ranger quickly pointed out the Barbarian had neglected to were panties that day which made Tara blush even more. The lustrous old man now stared at Tara chainmail loincloth like he could make it disappear into the air. He mumbled about the special liquid working for a short time but giving Tara enough energy to turn the tide of a losing battle but it would leave her weak as a kitten and some “other” effects. Tara would normally ask for more details but didn’t want to bend over and pickup any more bottles for this pervert.
True to his word, Tara won the day and she could barely move but not moving was even a worst idea. How long until a henchman checked on the Master Ghoul and could she even fight it? She looked herself over to see her clothing had not made the muscles bound transformation from before. She was naked expect for chainmail top, chainmail loincloth, and boots. The cool air whistled in running across the sweat on her skin, sending goose bumps up her spine. She looked in mirror and noticed something different.
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