Clothed anticipation tentacles worms

Sireani: Hm, she seems more curious than afraid... There ain't no way she doesn't notice what's going down. (Not even going to apologize for that pun.)

Sireani: My guess is, she wants to let the tentacles have their way with her, and the sword is a backup plan in case the tentacles don't exactly have a one night stand in mind. Sounds like something I'd do, given the chance...

Thinking of it that way, this pic is starting to feel like some great story/rp material!

Azrael: I thought that as well, in RP terms.

as for the motivation, you are perhaps looking at it too much from the perspective of a tentacle fan. we look at them and think gooey rape, a normal boring person probably just looks at them as something to wade though...

Sireani: Do people like that really exist?! :O
That's so sad...

Azrael: Lol, it is sad yes

Hypotoad: i would pretend to wade through them and then trip!

Oh nO what is haPpEning!!!!

I would want the little squiggliest to be proud of their capture and not thing that i was taking it easy on them ^.^

Hypotoad: squigglies

Azrael: so considerate

KaylaBlonde: Way too many tentacles for just one girl

rainbowdash360: Yeah maybe for her, but i would love that many :3

IrateCat: All the tentacles for rainbow :O

Shandrial_: Can I have a part in the live action movie of this if anyone does it

highandmighty: FAVORITE IMAGE OF THE WHOLE SITE. And there are lots that I like a lot!

Roz111: Best dungeon ever <3

Uzel: Wow, if she falls into a trap room, she'll be nothing but a tentacle breeder to produce more~

ZaraPunkBitxx: That would be exactly the right place for me to wear a short skirt :D

HebiC: With nothing under it.

Cyra: Anyone know the artist?

jessicac: shes going to be dragged down to join all the other poor explorers who were dumb enough to venture in here before her!

ravens_daughter: I've heard of these creatures, but as alarming as they are, I know they're afraid of light. As long as the torch is lit, I'll be safe. Then a gout of slime envelops the flame and extinguishes it, plunging the room into darkness. There's an expectant pause, and then an almost audible rush as endless waves of the creatures slam into me, knocking my sword from my hands, wrapping around my body and dragging me under their mass. I open my mouth to scream, and it's the last unobstructed sound I will ever make--a worm forces itself into my open mouth, and there a worm will stay for the rest of my life as I am made nothing more than a breeder for the creatures. Dragged deep, deep under their wriggling mass, my clothes dissolved, every inch of bare skin under constant erotic assault from the creatures as they begin to rape every hole I have, including my ears, firing their slime deep into my brain. It's not long before there's nothing left of me but a moaning, drooling cumslut. This was always my destiny. Eventually, people on the surface world will wonder where I went...and eventually they'll stop thinking of me alltogether. As memory of my former life fades, nobody knows I'm still alive, endlessly breeding more and more of the creatures to continue their eternal rape.

jessicac: @ravens_daughter: occasionally feeling your body blindly bump up against what you can only assume is another poor lost adventurer turned tentacle breeder whore as you’re passed back and forth through the living ocean of tentacles. You have no idea how much time has passed, or even what time is anymore. You lost track of how many more of these monsters you’ve birthed for the swarm, but you’ve almost certainly been raped by some of the very monsters that you helped produce…