The Conquerors Path

Chapter 1092: Chapter 1090-Super Craving(4)

Austin’s muscles bunched and surged against the living restraints with sudden, explosive force. The tentacles around his wrists stretched taut, suckers straining and slipping as he wrenched one arm free in a wet, tearing pop of released suction. The moment the limb was clear, he grabbed the nearest thick coil still locked around his other wrist and yanked hard, using its own strength against her. The redirection pulled Krave off-balance for a critical second.

He surged upward, hips driving, and the locked suckers around their joined bodies tore free with a series of sharp, wet releases. In the opening, he twisted, hands seizing more of the thrashing tentacles, and flipped their positions in one violent, body-on-body collision.

Krave hit the surface on her back with a low snarl, the heavy weight of her juicy ass and thick thighs bouncing, the ruined purple dress still bunched under her arms and framing the exaggerated swing of her massive tits.

Tentacles whipped and recoiled instantly, several coiling around his arms and torso in retaliatory strikes, suckers latching onto his back and sides with greedy pulses. He didn’t let them reassert full control. He grabbed two of the thicker lengths, fists closing tight around the muscular, textured flesh, and forced them outward and down, pinning them against the surface beside her hips while his body weight settled between her spread legs.

“My turn.”

He growled, voice rough with the competitive fire that had been building under her overload.

He buried his face between her thighs without preamble. The smooth-rough texture of her purple-and-black skin scraped across his cheeks and jaw as he shoved her legs wider, the powerful muscles of her floating lower body flexing and trying to close around his head.

He countered by using the tentacles he still held, wrapping them around her own thighs from the outside and yanking them open, turning her biology into the very thing that kept her exposed. His mouth sealed over her cunt in a long, hungry open-mouthed kiss, tongue driving deep into the hot, slick heat that still dripped from everything she had done to him.

Krave’s back arched hard, a sharp, surprised moan tearing from her throat. Remaining free tentacles lashed at his shoulders and back, suckers clamping onto the meat of his muscles and pulsing in angry, stimulating waves that tried to drag him back under her control. Sharp teeth flashed as she lunged upward, biting the side of his neck hard enough to leave an immediate mark, the sting bright and possessive.

He answered by licking deeper, tongue fucking into her with relentless, competitive strokes while his nose ground against her clit. The dual texture of her inner thighs dragged across his ears and temples every time her powerful legs tried to clamp shut; he only used the redirected tentacles to pull them wider again.

The wet sounds changed character under his assault: slick, filthy, continuous as his tongue thrust and curled and dragged along every ridged inch of her walls. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly, then released it only to drive his tongue back inside as deep as it would go. Krave thrashed, the heavy weight of her ass lifting and slamming back down, massive tits heaving with every sharp breath.

Free tentacles coiled around his head from behind, trying to pull him harder against her or force him away; he couldn’t tell which, and he used the struggle itself, letting the suckers latch onto his scalp and the back of his neck while he refused to ease the oral attack for even a second.

“Fuck yes~”

She snarled, the words broken by another moan as his tongue found a spot that made her hips jerk. Sharp teeth found his shoulder next, biting down and holding while her remaining tentacles squeezed and pulsed across his back. He turned every one of those attacks into more fuel: the pain of her bite made him lick harder, the suction of the suckers on his skin made him seal his mouth tighter over her cunt and suck with long, deep pulls that drew fresh floods of wetness onto his tongue.

He shifted the angle, hands still controlling the two thick tentacles he had claimed, and used them to lift her heavy ass higher off the surface. The new position let him bury his face even deeper, tongue thrusting in long, relentless strokes while his upper lip and nose worked her clit without pause.

The smooth-rough skin of her ass cheeks flexed and scraped across his forearms and the backs of his hands. She tried to reclaim dominance by driving one free tentacle toward his cock, the tip already slick and seeking, but he caught it with one hand, redirected it, and forced the suckered length up between her own breasts instead. The tentacle coiled across her deep cleavage on its own reflex, suckers latching onto the soft inner curves and the stiff nipples, pulsing and stimulating her while he kept her thighs locked open with the others.

Krave’s moan turned into a broken, greedy laugh at the counter.

“Using my own body against me… dirty. Do it harder~”

He did. His tongue became a weapon of pure competitive pleasure, flicking, thrusting, curling against the textured walls, then withdrawing to suck her clit with wet, audible pulls before driving back inside. The wet sounds grew louder, more obscene, mixed with the soft mechanical pulse of the suckers still fighting across his back and the ones he had forced onto her own tits. Her powerful lower body flexed and rolled, trying to grind against his face on her terms; he met every movement with deeper penetration of his tongue and a tighter pull on the tentacles controlling her thighs, dictating the exact depth and pace.

The first signs of her climax built fast under the relentless oral. Her cunt fluttered and clenched around his tongue, fresh wetness flooding his mouth in thicker pulses. Tentacles across his back squeezed harder, suckers latching and releasing in rapid, desperate waves.

Sharp teeth released his shoulder only to find the side of his throat again, biting and holding while she moaned against his skin. He refused to let her edge herself or pull away. He chased the building orgasm with single-minded focus, tongue fucking her through every flutter and spasm, nose grinding her clit in tight circles, the redirected tentacles keeping her legs forced wide and her heavy ass elevated so he could reach every sensitive inch.

She came with a raw, shaking cry, the first full climax ripping through her in long, violent waves. Her cunt spasmed hard around his tongue, walls clamping and releasing in rhythmic pulses that flooded his mouth with a sudden, forceful gush of wetness, the beginning of the squirting he had been driving her toward.

The fluid sprayed across his lips and chin and tongue in hot, erratic spurts as her powerful lower body convulsed. Tentacles went wild, thrashing and coiling tighter around his torso and arms, suckers pulsing in time with each spurt as if the orgasm had short-circuited her control for a moment.

Austin didn’t stop. He licked her through every wave, tongue still thrusting, mouth still sealed and sucking, determined to drag the climax out and force it higher. The squirting continued in shorter, sharper bursts every time his tongue curled against the right spot or his lips tugged at her clit. Krave’s sharp teeth bit down harder on his neck in reflexive retaliation, the mark deepening, while the free tentacles lashed and tried to reassert restraint.

He used the chaos, grabbing another thrashing length and forcing it down between her legs so the suckers latched onto the sensitive outer folds of her cunt and her still-spasming clit, adding extra pulsing stimulation while his tongue stayed buried inside.

“Again.”

He demanded against her soaked flesh, the word vibrating into her.

“You’re not done.”

She snarled and countered with everything still under her command. Remaining tentacles coiled around his waist and the backs of his thighs, suckers locking on and trying to pull his hips forward so she could regain some friction against his cock. Sharp teeth released his neck only to snap at his ear, grazing the lobe in a controlled, dangerous warning. The dual texture of her skin scraped across his face as her thighs flexed and tried to close; he only yanked the controlling tentacles tighter, keeping her spread, and redoubled the oral assault.

His tongue worked her with long, filthy, competitive strokes deep thrusts that fucked her open, broad licks that dragged from the tight ring of her ass all the way up through her soaked folds to her clit, focused suction that made her hips jerk and another spray of wetness pulse onto his chin.

Bodies collided violently with every movement: her heavy ass lifting and slamming back down, his shoulders driving between her thighs, the massive weight of her tits heaving as she arched and thrashed. The ruined purple dress clung damply under her arms, fabric scraping across the upper curves of her breasts every time she moved.

Power flipped and re-flipped in rapid, hungry cycles. Whenever her tentacles managed to coil around his cock and squeeze with milking pulses, he answered by sucking her clit harder and driving two fingers into her cunt alongside his tongue, stretching her further and curling against the textured walls until she sprayed again.

Whenever her sharp teeth found a new place to bite his shoulder, the top of his spine, the sensitive skin just below his ear, he turned the bright sting into more aggressive licking, more relentless suction, more forced elevation of her heavy ass so he could reach deeper. The suckers she still controlled latched onto his back and the backs of his thighs, pulsing in stimulating waves that tried to edge him while he focused entirely on forcing another climax from her.

He invented new angles without ever fully releasing her. One redirected tentacle was forced under the heavy curve of her ass, the suckers latching onto the soft underside and lifting her even higher so his tongue could thrust straight down into her.

Another was guided across her lower stomach, the tip and suckers pressing against her clit from above while his mouth worked below, creating a dual assault of suction and licking that made her thighs tremble violently. The smooth-rough texture of her skin never stopped scraping across his face and hands; he used it, dragging his stubbled cheeks deliberately along the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs to add another layer of friction while his tongue stayed buried.

Krave’s second climax hit harder than the first. Her entire body locked, powerful lower body convulsing, cunt clamping down on his tongue and fingers in rapid, fluttering spasms while a stronger, more sustained spray of wetness forced its way out around his thrusting digits and across his mouth and chin. The squirting came in longer pulses this time, hot and forceful, soaking his face and the tentacles still coiled around her thighs.

She cried out raw and broken, sharp teeth biting down on nothing but air for a moment before finding his shoulder again and holding on through the waves. Tentacles across his back squeezed in sympathetic, uncontrolled pulses, the suckers latching and releasing in time with each spurt.

He licked her through it without mercy, competitive and relentless, determined to keep the power in his hands for as long as possible. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth on her cunt and the continued squirting filled the space, mixed with the soft pop of suckers and the slap of her heavy ass against the surface every time her body jerked.

She countered even through the orgasm tentacles coiling around his cock again and stroking with desperate, milking rhythm, sharp teeth marking his skin, the dual texture of her thighs scraping across his ears as she tried to close her legs around his head.

Austin dictated the pace and depth anyway, turning every one of her retaliations into reciprocal pleasure. When her tentacles squeezed his cock he sucked her clit harder and forced another short spray from her.

When her teeth bit, he licked deeper and used the redirected tentacles to spread her even wider. Bodies stayed locked in violent, wet collision, his face buried between her thighs, her heavy tits heaving, the ruined dress clinging, the living tentacles thrashing and being forced into new configurations that served his assault instead of hers.

He kept her there on the trembling edge of a third climax, tongue and lips and the suckers he controlled working in relentless coordination, the competitive drive in him refusing to ease even as her powerful lower body shook and her cunt continued to pulse and drip and spray under the focused, filthy attention of his mouth.

The power struggle remained raw and unbroken, every thrust of his tongue both an attack and a gift of more, every sucker pulse and controlled bite from her answered with deeper, hungrier oral that forced her body to give up still more of the squirting, shuddering pleasure he was determined to wring out of her.