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For about three days, Vanessa had been wandering through the jungle of Geruna. Geruna was the third planet she had landed on, the third planet where she took pictures and samples to bring back to her home planet to better understand its flora and fauna.

​Luckily, the atmosphere on this planet was similar to her home planet, so she only wore a tank top, beige cargo pants, and black combat boots. Her machete cut through the huge leaves effortlessly, leaving a trail of crushed green carpet behind her.

​A branch cracked under her boot and she flinched, then laughed it off. She was alone here. For three days she hadn't seen a single creature. No bug, no fly, no bird, nothing. Even during the night, there were no sounds of wildlife. But even knowing that there weren't any predators around didn't erase years of training to be quiet, years of training to hear a possible threat before you saw it.

​Vanessa lowered the machete, then shook out her freckled arms. What would she give for a proper relaxing session? Sighing, she raised the machete again, cutting through another branch, then stopped.

She parted a cluster of massive, fern-like leaves and found herself staring directly into a cave opening. It was framed by jagged moss-covered stone, leading down into pitch-black darkness.

Every logical instinct told her to turn around and go back to her ship, or look for samples elsewhere. But her curiosity won; she wanted to see what was inside. Maybe it was just a small cave and nothing of importance was inside. But what if there was something beautiful or scientifically interesting?

Slowly, she entered the cave. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but soon she noticed the tiny tendrils that clung to the moss, glowing faintly in a soft pink hue. Maybe it was some kind of symbiosis, Vanessa wondered as she walked deeper into the narrow cave.

After maybe five minutes of following the path downward, the cave opened into a vast grotto. Before her was a beautiful lake, surrounded by huge stones, all covered in the symbiotic moss. There were a few bigger plants, shaped exactly like a Calla lily. But unlike the flowers on her home planet, its central spadix protruded high above the white petal, casting a soft, bioluminescent glow into the darkness of the cave, swaying in a phantom breeze.

As if reacting to her presence, the water lilies started to glow a light purple, making the whole atmosphere even more magical. She didn't dare to utter a single word, afraid it would disturb whatever sanctuary she'd found here.

For the next few hours, she took pictures of the plants, the moss, and the small lake. She'd probably take a few samples later as well, but for now, she had other plans. The water looked so inviting; there was no sign of life, and she could really, really use a place to relax for at least half an hour.

​Carefully, she dipped her bare hand into the liquid. It was not too warm, which was reassuring, since warm water often harbored harmful bacteria. But it wasn't cold enough to chill her body too much, either.

​She pulled her hand back, examining her wet skin. No sign of any worms or weird water bugs. No stinging. The water was a bit more viscous than usual, but not slimy or sticky. It simply felt thicker, clinging to her fingers like a light, silky oil.Vanessa glanced around one last time; she didn't want to be caught skinny-dipping.

​"Is anyone there?" Vanessa asked loudly, flinching as her voice echoed through the cave. There was no answer--of course not.

​Vanessa placed her machete on a boulder next to the lake, then she unclipped the chest buckle across her sternum with a sharp click, letting the heavy backpack slide off her shoulders. She sat next to her machete and started to unlace her boots, sliding them off her feet before pulling off her socks and stuffing them inside.

​Her soles met the cold stone, and she sighed softly before pulling her tank top over her head. The tips of her full breasts puckered instantly, sending a tingle down her spine. Something about being naked in nature still felt scandalous, even if there was nobody around.

​Before doubt could creep into her mind, she pushed down her cargo pants, her thumbs hooking into her panties to pull them down at the same time.

​A moment later, she stood completely bare in the cave.

Slowly, she waded into the water. The lakebed felt incredibly soft, as if she were walking on a padded ground. When she looked down, she didn't see anything other than the soft pink glow reflecting on the rippling surface.

​Vanessa walked deeper until the water brushed her inner thighs, sighing softly when the thick liquid hit her sensitive center. She quickly sank down until the water rose to her shoulders, letting herself float for a few minutes.

​Over on the side of the lake, she noticed a shallow stone shelf and decided to rest there for a moment before bringing the samples back to her ship.

​While she waded over there, she felt a sharp prick against the bottom of her foot and cursed inwardly. Of course she had to cut herself on something sharp while doing something unsafe. Great! Just great!

​She lifted her foot out of the heavy liquid, but saw no blood, no wound, no cut. The skin was still completely intact. Weird. Maybe a jagged stone had just stabbed her sole, and it was nothing to worry about.

​Once she lay down on the submerged ledge, she suddenly felt lightheaded. Not dizzy, but rather as if every single worry had been lifted from her aching shoulders. Sighing, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the mental lightness, this profound feeling of absolute peace. She was safe here. Absolutely safe, and there was nothing in this world that could ever hurt her.

For a few minutes, she just lay there, her front out of the water, her back resting against the wet stone.

Then, something touched her foot.

Her survival instincts told her to pull her leg back, but her body felt as heavy as lead. Besides, there was nothing here that could hurt her, right? She was safe.

Vanessa cracked one eye open and looked down at her foot. A single, pale tentacle was slowly sliding up her shin, curiously brushing over her bare skin.

Huh, that certainly felt interesting. So maybe there was another form of life on this planet after all.

For a split second, her mind tried to scream that something was absolutely wrong and that she should leave immediately! But the overwhelming wave of safety and comfort instantly crushed the panic, overriding every other thought.

She deserved to rest, to just feel and enjoy the touch. Why shouldn't she just take an hour to herself and be worshipped the way she deserved?

​Wait, worshipped?

​Yes! Worshipped! She deserved it.

​The tentacle slid higher over her knee, then around to the sensitive underside of her thigh, sending pleasant shivers straight through her naked body.

​No! She had to leave! She had to get out!

​When her eyes flew open again, she saw two more tentacles wrap gently around her ankles. For a fleeting moment, she tried to reach out an arm to pull them away, but then came another sharp prick against her skin, and she relaxed instantly.

They wouldn't hurt her; she was safe!

​As she relaxed, the tentacles around her ankles loosened slightly, though they never let go completely. Then, she felt a few smaller ones slide up the sensitive sole of her foot, twining around her toes. Her body shivered at the sensation, which bordered on being ticklish, but not quite.

​Normally, Vanessa wasn't ticklish at all. She had to feel completely vulnerable and helpless for that, but right now, she didn't feel anything like that.

​She felt safe. She felt adored. And so, she simply closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the foot worship she so rightfully deserved.

One tentacle slid between her toes, and she spread them wide, giggling softly at the feeling that sent shockwaves up her body and straight into her core. She loved a good foot worship--not that she would ever admit it to just any man. But gentle touches, toe sucking, or a little tickling were always foolproof ways to arouse her.

​Stretching and spreading her toes, she enjoyed the tentacles sliding between each of them, leaving a residue that felt a lot like lube. It wasn't slimy, but it wasn't as light as water, either. The substance magnified the intensity of the touch, making her moan softly between giggles she didn't even care to hide.

​Both feet were in absolute heaven right now!

"Test subject 207 has sensitive feet. Teasing and light tickles highly recommended."

The voice wasn't a voice. It felt like it was in her head even though that was impossible. Test subject. There was a very small alarm bells that rang in her head, but it was quickly smothered by another tentacle that slid over her stomach, teasing the soft skin before it slid higher, grazing the underside of the full globe.

"My name is Vanessa. I... ohhhhh yaaaah," she moaned, when the tip of the tentacle touched her nipple briefly. The thing stopped for a second, then glided around her whole left breast, massaging it softly with each of the suction cups, releasing the tension from the heavy globe. When the whole globe was encased, her eyes flew open as she felt something sucking on her nipple. The tip of the tentacle had opened and sucked her nipple with areola into its mouth. It wasn't comparable to when a man had sucked her nipples, not by a long shot.

The suction was stronger and as if inside the thing where tiny little small tongues that all massages her nipple at the same time, while the mere tip was teased with a featherlight touch.

"Test subject 207 can hear us after two doses. Test subject's name is Vanessa. Test subject has very sensitive milk dispenser. Suction recommended. Flesh of milk dispenser reacts with relaxation to massage."

She wanted to think, wanted to realize that something was off, but then her other breast received the same treatment and her back bowed of the stone shelf with a drawn out moan. Gods, this felt so good!

Her core was dripping and pulsing already, begging for any kind of attention it was denied so far.

As if sensing her need, the tentacles around her ankles tightened briefly and gently pulled her legs apart, spreading her out on the stone shelf.

The one tentacle from between her foot started wiggling back and forth more quickly and she giggled again softly, flexing her toes, then spread them again. Something spurted onto her foot but she didn't care. The wriggling stopped altogether, then, before it was replaced by another tentacle that slid up over her sole and took the spot between her toes.

Where they... where they getting themselves off onto her? Between her toes?

She should feel absolutely disgusted and waited for a wave of nausea to roll over her, instead her clit started pulsing from missing friction. It was probably swollen already and would be hard to miss, even if you had no idea what to look for.

Two tentacles teased the inside of her thigh, then the space between her labia and thighs, then the labia. Slowly, so agonizingly slow they made their way to her core, avoiding her clit for now altogether.

She was still moaning with a few giggles here and there, but she wanted an orgasm. No. She needed to be filled! She needed to cum around one of them!

Finally one of those tentacles accidentally brushed her engorged clit and her hips thrust into it immediately.

"Test subject 207, Vanessa, has a bundle of nerve endings between labia, partially hidden under a hood. Further exploration required. Starting with rubbing."

Her mind was blank, when one of the tentacles started to rub over her whole pussy with the textured surface. Back and forth the thing slid, lubricated by its own residue and undoubtedly her arousal.

"Test subject 207, Vanessa, is leaking fluid. Further examination required."

She wanted to scoff and tell them, there was no examination necessary, it was the result of the teasing on her feet, her breasts, the sweet torture on her nipples and now the rubbing on her pussy.

But she couldn't. Her orgasm approached so fast from the texture of the tentacle that she didn't have time to prepare herself.

The orgasmic wave crashed over her and a scream tore its way out of her throat and she quivered, her pussy clenching wildly, seeking something to milk.

"Test subject 207, Vanessa, had a strong release from rubbing. Cool down initiated. Will continue after a resting period of 5 minutes."

She barely registered the words before her body relaxed into the stone, panting heavily. This was one of the strongest orgasms she'd ever had, probably because nearly her whole body was covered with tentacles that massaged and teased every inch of sensitive skin.

They detached themselves from her nipples and clit and overall the movements slowed, giving her time to breathe. Her brain was still in shambles, telling her how safe she was, how much she deserved to rest and be taken care of.

Her toes were flexing and spreading involuntarily now as her skin was more sensitive after the orgasm and those tentacles still slid between the digits, brushing up and down her soles.

When she opened her eyes she saw that one of the tentacles covered itself in the rosy stuff that one of the tentacles had squirted onto her leg, then moved up to her pussy again.

Willingly, she spread her legs further, inviting the strange creature in. Something inside her told her that this was utterly wrong, but at the moment she didn't care. Those things didn't seem harmful and they were taking care of her needs quite well.

With her legs pulled up slightly the hood from her still swollen clit was pulled back even further, revealing the tip underneath that was already begging for attention again.

The tentacle spread the fluid onto her clit and the effect was immediate. A breathy moan left her lips as her hips jerked into the sensation. Her clit was still a bit sensitive from the orgasm but that fluid acted like some kind of... she wouldn't be able to explain it later. The bundle of nerves tingled and pulsed, begging for more.

A broken "please" left her mouth despite not really knowing why she was begging the creature for anything. Luckily the tentacles on her nipples started the torturous sucking again, making her push her heavy globes out.

The small tentacle that had smeared the fluid onto her clit still hadn't stop. Apparently it wanted to make sure her clit was completely covered, paying special attention to the extremely sensitive root, the underside and the upper root under her hood. The sensation was so incredibly light she started squirming. She needed more friction, this was too light, too ticklish, this was a special kind of torture, even if the creature probably didn't even do it on purpose. Probably.

"Test subject 207, Vanessa. Arousal fluid tested, possibly compatible. Very appealing to us. Test subject reacts strongly to our seed. Potential sensory overload suspected. Release is advised. Initiating."

Finally, the soft touches stopped. Her eyes snapped open and she looked between her legs, seeing that her clit was so swollen she could easily see it throbbing between her labia. Her clit was probably slightly bigger than usual but she had never seen it that big.

Then the tentacle opened its mouth and closed it around the engorged nub. She moaned loudly in pleasure when her clit received the same treatments as her nipples, being sucked and teased from all sides constantly. A tongue or something tongue adjacent paid special attention to her tip and the root, flicking over it constantly.

Her mind was spinning from so much pleasure, she could just lay there, moaning and panting as her whole body was worshipped and teased, especially her soles, toes, nipples and clit.

The inevitable orgasm hit her so hard that she screamed out her release, quivering hard underneath all of the tentacles.

This time they didn't stop touching her sensitive zones, simply became a little gentler. When her eyes opened she blinked a few times to focus her vision on the one special tentacle between her spread legs.

Vanessa remembered that she had seen tentacle dildos with the pointy tip, the ridges on one side and the suction cups on the other side. This tentacle looked exactly like that. It wasn't going to... Was it? Vanessa would never admit it, but she wanted it. She wanted to be filled by it, wanted to feel the ridges massaging her inner walls.

And apparently it had the same plan.

Slowly it slid inside her with ease. Undoubtedly she was incredibly wet, paired with the fluid of the tentacle there was no resistance in her entrance.

Vanessa threw her head back when the tentacle passed her G-spot, massaging it expertly from within.

The tip barely brushed her cervix, only lightly teasing it with the tip, before it drew back, then pushed in again, and again and again.

Not long after she was properly fucked by a tentacle. Another, significantly smaller one, teased her back entrance playfully, making sparks shoot up her body. It carefully slid inside her, giving her even more sensation in her backside and the sensitive entrance.

When the suction on her clit increased again, she was shaking. This was perfect! She was in utter bliss, relishing her submission, the orgasms, the worshipping.

The tentacle in her pussy began to thrust in faster and faster and Vanessa shook when another orgasm rolled through her system.

By now she didn't know where one began and the other ended. But after some time she felt the thing inside her squirting something deep inside, shooting so much that it was pushed out and ran out of her and into the water.

"Test subject 207, Vanessa, filled with our seed. No signs of rejection so far. Waiting period is beginning now. Results to be expected in two weeks. Beginning aftercare."

Then, very slowly, the suction stopped. Vanessa gulped in fresh air into her lungs, then winced when the tentacles pulled out of her.

The smaller ones began massaging her muscles, her calves, her shoulders, her arms. Suddenly she noticed how tired she was. So she closed her eyes and let herself drift into a dreamless sleep.

--

Vanessa woke inside the cave on the stone bed. Her body felt more relaxed than it had in years. Carefully, she started moving, wondering why the hell she had fallen asleep on a stone shelf in a cave. Slowly, she stood, brushing off the remaining water. Her skin was nice and soft, as if the water had some kind of weird healing abilities.

Faint memories pushed their way into her mind, of tentacles that massaged her big breasts, and she shivered. That was just ridiculous. Apparently, while sleeping on the stone bed, she must have had weird dreams again. It must have been a very vivid dream because her clit was tingling slightly, but she shut it down by dressing quickly.

Though, when she was back on her home planet, she had to make sure to get one of those tentacle dildos, she was pretty certain that it would feel incredible.