"Can I pay again?" she asked, her voice breathless, her eyes glazed with the high of submission.
I looked down at her, a wicked grin curling my lips. I reached out and ran a thumb over her wet lip.
"Of course, Rose," I purred. "But debt accrues interest. This time... use your mouth. And these." I flicked the wet yellow lace covering her breasts.
I moved to a large, flat slab of rock that jutted out near the base of the falls. The spray from the cascading water hit it constantly, making the stone slick and cool. I lay back, spreading my legs, leaving my erection fully exposed—a throbbing pillar of vein-streaked flesh demanding attention.
"Come here," I commanded.
Rose didn't hesitate. She crawled over the wet stones on her hands and knees, the water soaking into her torn lingerie. She climbed on top of me, straddling my chest, her knees gripping my shoulders. The waterfall roared above us, a relentless shower that drenched us both, plastering her hair to her face and turning the yellow lace translucent against her skin.
She lowered herself. But instead of taking me inside her hips, she leaned forward. She didn't remove the yellow bra. Instead, she used her hands to push her breasts together, creating a deep, devastating valley of cleavage.
She trapped my penis between her tits. The wet, yellow lace wrapped around my shaft like a second skin, the texture rough enough to tease but soft enough to glide.
"Oh..." she moaned, looking down at the sight of my dark cock engulfed by her pale breasts and the bright yellow fabric.
She began to move. She slid up and down, the bra cups massaging the length of me. At the top of each stroke, she dipped her head, her hot mouth engulfing the head of my penis, sucking hard before sliding back down.
Slurp. Squelch.
The sound was obscene, amplified by the wetness.
"Good," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips to set the pace. "Tighter."
But I wasn't done.
Slither.
From the water pooling beneath me, my true limbs emerged. They rose like serpents from the deep.
"You have other holes that are empty, Rose," I whispered.
One tentacle, slick and thick, slid up between her thighs from behind. It found her pussy, still dripping with my seed from moments ago. It didn't ask for permission. It shoved inside.
"Ahhh!" Rose gasped, her rhythm faltering as she felt the alien intrusion fill her again.
But before she could adjust, another tentacle found the tight pucker of her asshole. It swirled around the rim, teasing, before pushing past the sphincter.
Pop.
"Master! It's... it's too full!" she cried out, her eyes rolling back.
"Take it," I growled.
I began to thrust with my hips into her breasts while the tentacles pistonned into her holes. It was a sensory overload. Her mouth worked my tip, her tits massaged my shaft, her pussy was stretched, and her ass was claimed.
My other tentacles danced over her body, tweaking her nipples through the wet bra, pinching and pulling until they were hard as pebbles.
Schlick. Schlick. Gawk.
She kept the pace, driven by a primal need to please. The friction of the lace, the heat of her mouth, the tightness of her cleavage—it was pushing me to the edge.
I leaned up, whispering directly into her ear over the roar of the falls.
"You know..." I hissed. "Gaston is very efficient. He might be done early. He might be walking through those trees right now."
I nodded toward the tree line.
"Imagine him seeing this, Rose. The shy maid, balls deep in a monster, sucking him off like a cheap whore while wearing scandal."
The effect was instantaneous.
Terror and thrill spiked through her. Her body reacted violently.
Squeeze.
Her pussy clamped down on the tentacle inside her, squeezing it with crushing force. Her ass tightened. Her breathing stopped. The fear of being caught made her muscles lock up, creating a sensation of absolute tightness that nearly broke me.
"That's it," I roared. "Don't stop!"
"Mmph! MMMMPH!"
She bobbed her head faster, sucking desperately, her eyes darting to the trees in panic, her body quivering.
I grabbed the back of her head.
"Drink!"
SPLURT!
I erupted. I fired a massive load deep into her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She swallowed, her throat working as she took every drop, the overflow spilling out to coat her yellow bra and my stomach.
My tentacles gave one last, vibrating thrust inside her before slowly withdrawing.
Pop. Pop.
Rose collapsed on top of me, her cheek resting on my chest, coughing and panting. The water from the falls washed over us, cleaning the fluids away, mixing with the sweat and musk.
"Good girl," I whispered, stroking her wet hair.
She looked up at me, dazed, a string of saliva connecting our lips.
"Did... did Gaston see?" she whispered, terrified.
I chuckled, helping her sit up.
"Not yet. But he will if we don't hurry."
I stood up, pulling her with me.
"Lets Go, Rose"