A new girl would be chosen, bringing their number back to twelve. “T… The slim tentacle tip pulled back and then slid in deeper, suckers gripping at the humid, fleshy walls of the confining anal tunnel. It slammed home again and she met his thrust, driving her naked hips backwards with a gasp. “Please… Then it yanked back, pulling her head upright off the floor. She was the chosen one, favored by the guardian of the sea and now revered by her cult as one of the sacred mothers. The eye moved from one to the next, discounting those it judged too frail of form, or those whose swaying movements lacked sufficient erotic lure for its tastes. With a fleshy slap, the creature’s body impacted the girl’s upturned rump cheeks, the firm flesh quivering as her rounded haunches pressed up flat against the beast. It seemed a reasonable place to start. Another withdrawal, and then another thrust, beast and girl working as one. Bu…” it stammered, frustrated at its vocal limitations. The jagged rock of the tortured passage gave way to smoother going as it widened into a tunnel, hewn from the natural cliff. The beast nodded with approval, somehow finding this new position somehow more… But then the wisest of the girls called to them, a voice of reason above the
