A/N: Was intending to post a Valiant smut today, but couldn't quite finish it in time, so instead I'll work on that today and tomorrow alongside a Choco lewd.
That aside, enjoy some Brooklyn love~
Wonder Box
Chapter 3: Brooklyn
''Hmph... so you contain the... tentacles, do you now?''
Brooklyn murmured the words as she stepped into her personal quarters, shutting the door behind her with an elbow before balancing the heavy box on one arm, using her now-free limb to lock the door shut with her key. Of all things to expect when she complained to Arizona about being wound up from work, the last thing she expected was for the demure Battleship to cheerily lean in and suggest using her 'friend'. A friend who, apparently, turned out to be a literal box of tentacles the Battleship used to get off with.
Quite bizarre coming from Arizona of all people, but a nearby Ise had attested to its usefulness, and judging by how she started to shiver in memory of it, it was apparently quite the memorable experience. Thus, Brooklyn opted to agree to try it out. No harm in it, after all.
Shaking her head Brooklyn dismissed the thought, leaving her key in the lock as she meandered over to her bed, about to set the carried box down.
Only to pause just before that, chancing a look at her bathroom door. ''Hm... I suppose if I'm going to unwind, I may as well have a shower first.''
Nodding in agreement with herself Brooklyn readjusted her grip on the heavy metal box, carrying it towards her bathroom door. Said door opened with just a nudge, allowing the cruiser to meander inside, her heeled shoes tapping against the hard tile floor before she eventually set the box down just next to the sink, petting the top of the box with an amused glint in her eyes, playfully treating it like the pet Arizona so fondly said it was like. A very lewd pet, admittedly, but a pet all the same.
Why and how it survived on eating nothing but macadamia nuts and pineapple, she didn't quite know, but certainly wasn't going to question Akashi's chaotic genius.
Dismissing the thought Brooklyn stood up, loosening her arm-length black gloves and slipping them off with a sigh, tossing them into her hamper. Once her caramel-coloured arms were bared she started unbuttoning her dress, loosening the double-breasted outfit until she could unwrap it from her body, the small white crop-top she wore over it to cover her chest soon finding itself deposited in the hamper alongside her dress. Her collar followed it as did the ribbon in her hair, soon leaving Brooklyn clad in naught but lacy black underwear with garter-belts and thigh-highs and heels.
''Hah...'' The cruiser sighed, kicking said heels off – bending down at the waist and unclipping her garter-belt, allowing her to peel her thigh-highs down and off her feet.
Last to leave her body was her underwear; her strapless black bra coming off with a click and her panties hissing against her flesh as they came down her waist, thumping as they fell around her ankles. Brooklyn stepped out of them, the now-nude blonde plucking them up and tossing them into the hamper, running a hand through her sandy-blonde hair and meandering over to her shower.
Her bathroom wasn't the biggest in the world, but more than suited to her needs; the usual amenities included, with cream-tiled walls and a paler grey floor. The shower itself was located at the far end of the room, built into the wall and with a sliding glass door; said glass door sliding open and the shower's spray hissing down on her arm at the twist of a knob.
''C'mon...'' Brooklyn let out a low sigh as she waited, bending over so she could stick her arm under the shower's spray, waiting for it to warm up.
Unbeknownst to the naked beauty the tentacle box shifted, the lid lifting slightly and the tentacles peering out from under its top but not doing anything yet.
Thus Brooklyn waited another minute, tapping her fingers rhythmically against the glass before at last the water was hot, allowing her to step under its spray with a low, satisfied groan, hands raising up and pushing her blonde hair out of her face, about to tie it into a ponytail only to groan when she realised she forgot to bring a hair-tie. She gave up bothering, simply stepping under the hot spray and feeling it bounce against her caramel skin, water droplets running down over her breasts or along her stomach, her hands coming to slide over herself idly.
It was then, as her back was turned to the open glass door, that the tentacles sneaked out of their containment. A plethora of tentacles, ranging in both size and usage escaped, slithering low across the hard grey floor and up over the rim of the shower's shallow basin, slithering up behind the completely unaware Brooklyn... before in a heartbeat one tentacle lunged, wrapping itself around her slim waist and squeezing, holding her tightly.
''H-Huh?!'' Brooklyn stumbled in shock, gazing back with wide eyes.
A moan of surprised pleasure tumbled out of Brooklyn's lips a moment later as she felt a tentacle nuzzle her womanhood; sneaking between her thighs to push and prod against her folds. She attempted to move but two tentacles snaked themselves around her ankles, leaving her facing the wall with the shower spraying its hot water all over her, gasping when the tentacle between her thighs nuzzled her sex more insistently, joined by a second tentacle that rubbed her entrance playfully.
''Ah, hey, you...'' Brooklyn shivered as she murmured the words out. ''Stop that, I wasn't ready for this... you bad boy...''
The tentacles didn't seem to put-off by her mumbled protests, and Brooklyn let out a low moan when two tentacles snaked up her sides and curled themselves around her plump breasts, squeezing just hard enough for it to feel good. Biting her bottom lip Brooklyn laid her head against the tile wall, letting out a low moan when the tentacles between her legs pushed more insistently, fighting each other to be the one to claim her first, their slick lengths pushing against her inner-thighs.
Until soon one won, and Brooklyn let out a throaty moan as its length squirmed into her, prying her tense walls apart and wiggling within her pussy. The feeling was a new one, almost like a dildo but far more slippery and flexible, sending powerful shudders lancing through her curvaceous body as it pushed against the walls that tried to clamp down on it. Her hips buckled a moment later as a second tentacle wormed its way into her sex, pulling a low moan out of her as her nerves were ignited with pleasure.
''O-Ohh~!'' Brooklyn shuddered, mewling as the tentacles around her boobs squeezed again. ''Oh fuck... I can see why Arizona likes you...''
As if to thank her for the compliment the tentacles in her pussy began to move – and not in sync. One pulled out whilst the other pushed up against her cervix, the see-sawing motion making her cry out, her voice bouncing off the tile walls. She bit her bottom lip hard as a result, groaning sexily as she restrained her screams, not wanting to alarm anyone who might hear through the walls.
''Oh god...!'' That became harder when a third tentacle teased her pussy, rubbing its bulbous head against her clit. ''Mn... yeah, like that...''
A moan tumbled out of her mouth when it obeyed, rubbing itself against her clit – leaving it up to the other two tentacles to piston in-and-out of her pussy, the stimulation rendering her knees weak and her body hot. Though she couldn't move her feet much without risking falling she most certainly dared to push her ass back, impaling herself upon the incoming tentacles and relishing how they speared into her, rubbing against all her good spots and unwinding her tense muscles, the work exhaustion practically vanishing from the internal massage.
''Ah... oh...'' Planting her hands on the wall more firmly Brooklyn bowed her head, sucking in laboured gulps of air as she took it from behind. ''Y-You're good at- this!''
Her voice reached a more shrill, almost girlish octave as a tentacle prodded her asshole – and then pushed in. She'd never had anything in that hole and it showed with how tightly she clenched around the intruding tentacle, said tightness only making it easier for her to feel it squirm and writhe around her rear. Her sweet sounds of pleasure only encouraged the twin tentacles in her pussy to fuck her faster; plunging their sticky lengths into her folds and pushing against her cervix, trying to wriggle their way into her deepest parts.
Brooklyn didn't care; moaning in open pleasure as they moved. She could feel every little movement intimately, from how they pushed and prodded against her innermost parts or tried to wiggle a little more, pushing against her inner walls and making the caramel-skinned beauty arch her back in bliss. Said sensation was only amplified by the shower water that ran down her back, tickling down her shoulder blades and over her perfectly-shaped ass, her blonde hair getting wet and sticking to her forehead.
''Mm, Mn, ah, ah, fuck, yes, ah, ah~'' Brooklyn unashamedly moaned the words out in low, whispering breaths, her teeth frequently biting her bottom lip in a vague attempt to keep herself quiet – failing more often than not. ''Ohh god yes, harder, I'm getting clos- hah!''
Brooklyn released a sharp exhale as a second tentacle penetrate her asshole, corkscrewing around the first; both tentacles pumping in-and-out repeatedly. The vigour in which they moved at amplified her pleasure threefold, her muscles afire and her pussy and asshole clenched ever-tighter around the tentacles violating them, the sheer thought that it was a tentacle monster doing it propelling her arousal to orgasmic heights.
''Oh, shit...!'' Brooklyn cursed heated, biting her knuckles. ''Yes, harder, I'm nearly there, oh god yes I'm- ah- oh, Mmph~!''
With a bubbling, throaty moan that escalated to a yelp, Brooklyn climaxed; a rush of pleasure searing her nerves and simultaneously tensing and relaxing her muscles, whitening her mind with the good feeling. And as her walls tensed around the tentacles pumping into her holes she felt them throb, little bulges travelling up them – before as one they came, spewing hot cum into her pussy and asshole, adding the icing to her orgasm. The tentacles around her breasts too came, spurting grey cum all over her tits and up her collarbone, one wild rope of cum splatting against her cheek and getting in her mouth a little, but she felt more the dozen ropes of cum that splattered all across her back and ass, the shower soon to wash it away, but not before she felt the lewd fluid against her flesh.
''Ohh...'' Brooklyn moaned as she came down from her high, twitching a little and tightening around the tentacles in her pussy. ''Mn... didn't know you boys could cum as well, hah... phew...''
A shiver traversed through her curvy body as the tentacles all pulled out; the two in her pussy wriggling out whilst the duo in her ass took a little longer thanks to how tight her rear was, retreating along with the ones formerly around her breasts and ankles, allowing Brooklyn to stand on shaky knees under the showers spray. She took a moment to just catch her breath, panting from the force of her orgasm – one she'd sorely needed after her hectic work week. However she wanted more than just one quick climax before handing the box back to Arizona.
Thus with a low groan Brooklyn lowered herself down onto the floor of the shower, the water spraying over her legs but not reaching her body as she put her back to the wall, the spray not angling down enough to hit her. Dozens of tentacles loomed about but Brooklyn held no fear; giving the tentacles a breathy smile as she sat up on her knees and grabbed the bottle of shower gel next to her on the shelf, squirting some into her hand.
''Come here.'' Brooklyn purred.
The tentacles obliged, half a dozen ball-tipped tentacles slithering over to her. Cooing Brooklyn lathered them up, rubbing the white shower gel into their slick, sticky lengths until they were soapy – and then at her command began to wash her. It was less a true wash and more a massage but Brooklyn moaned all the same, loving how the tentacles slid over her stomach or between her breasts, rubbing the soapy substance into her skin and cleaning her a little.
And of course she lathered not too but three tentacles up, and with a sensual smile guided them between her legs. With her sat up on her knees they had plenty of room to poke and prod her sex, fighting to get in her until Brooklyn picked one at random and guided it in – moaning softly as it spread her walls apart; walls that were still sticky with the other tentacle's grey cum, making her insides extra slick and easing the appendage inside her. The other two soon followed, her back tensing as she endured all three noodle tentacles entering her womanhood, moaning as they went in deeper and deeper, soon pushing against her cervix.
''Ah... come on then...'' Brooklyn breathed with a sexy, inviting smile. ''Make me feel good... and when you're ready, cum all over me, understood~?''
The tentacles not occupied with molesting her body with soap all dutifully bobbed their tips in a manner vaguely like a nod – before then they were upon her. Giggles escaped Brooklyn as over a dozen tentacles ravished her body, sliding over her tits, across her collarbone and down her back, over her stuffed sex and around her thighs, they touched whatever flesh they could get their sticky lengths on, making sure to massage the spots that made her moan in satisfaction.
Two tentacles cheekily slipped around behind her, angling up – and Brooklyn flinched a little as they plunged into her still-sensitive asshole, coaxing a low moan out of her a moment later. Her insides gripped the twin tentacles like a vice but that did little to stop them from weaselling into her rear, the duo eagerly pumping in-and-out of her tight hole just as the trio in her pussy started to fuck that hole too, the onslaught of friction making her thighs buckle, a moan tumbling out of Brooklyn's lips.
''Mm...?'' Brooklyn cracked her screwed-shut eyes open as she felt something prod her lips, smiling as a non-soapy tentacle hovered there. ''Ah~''
The tentacle eagerly plunged itself into her open mouth, eliciting a muffled moan from Brooklyn as it started plunging in-and-out of her, the sensation almost like having a dick in her mouth, albeit more floppy and sticky. She didn't mind the novel sensation, sucking upon the tentacle and getting off on the five fucking her other two holes – a smile spreading across her lips when soap-laden tentacles rubbed themselves over her back and shoulder blades, massaging away the tension and leaving her mind relaxed as she got stuffed with tentacle.
So when the tentacle in her mouth pushed deeper Brooklyn didn't resist; moaning around the tentacle as it went down her throat. She gagged a little but mostly restrained the urge, taking the tentacle down her throat with a wet grunt. It eagerly started to thrust, pistoning itself back-and-forth in her throat and wiggling against her tight throat muscles, the feeling oddly pleasurable in a weird way. Two tentacles came up on either side of her, and quite contently Brooklyn grabbed them, jerking them off like they were cocks and she was being gangbanged.
'Mm... maybe I should try that...' The caramel-skinned cruiser mused in the back of her mind. 'If it feels anything like this then... hehe~'
Private lewd thought shelved for the time being Brooklyn continued sucking on the tentacle fucking her throat, moaning as she rocked her hips – tightening her muscles around the five tentacles fucking her pussy and ass. A lilted moan however arose from her throat as one tentacle pushed into her pussy a little more; and she gasped as it pushed past her cervix. The slight jab of pain that came with it was overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her, leaving Brooklyn moaning in surprised bliss as it pushed into her birth canal, the tentacle pushing against her womb with every vigorous thrust.
It was soon joined by the other two tentacles in with it, sending powerful shudders rocking through her body as they worked in unison to fuck her womb, pushing and squirming in as deep as they could go. The two in her asshole weren't slowing down either, pumping and pushing in deeply, making sure she felt them pleasuring her rear. Her bouncing breasts too were left vulnerable to a pair of flower-tipped tentacles, said tentacles opening their mouths like a flower – and then promptly attaching themselves to her nipples, unleashing thousands of tiny, ticklish tentacles upon the sensitive nubs.
''Mm!'' Brooklyn buckled, panting. ''Ah... ahh~''
It was hard to moan with a tentacle fucking her throat but Brooklyn didn't care; letting her voice out as she pleased as she was utterly molested by the tentacles in the most pleasurable way possible. The ones vigorously fucking her holes or toying with her tits was contrasted by those that rubbed her body clean with soap or massaged her tense muscles, leaving her between relaxation and tension, her body tensing as she was fucked only to relax by their soothing motions.
''Ah... ah...!'' Grabbing the tentacle in her mouth Brooklyn pulled it out with a low groan, panting out the words. ''I'm close... oh god yes...!''
It felt so good she could barely think, grabbing the other tentacle she had previously been jerking off and going back to stroking its length, squeezing their slick lengths tight as she was fucked to climax, her walls pressing down upon the trio of tentacles pounding up into her womb, ready to shoot their gloopy loads right into her innermost parts.
''Mmph, yes...!'' Brooklyn gasped out as the tentacles on her breasts popped their mouths off, retreating and leaving her to tense up-
-before with an explosive, womanly cry, Brooklyn orgasmed; a sharp jerk travelling through her body as she came. Her pussy and asshole tightened around the tentacles fucking them, squirting around the trio fucking her womanhood from the force of her orgasm.
The tentacles came with her. The trio in her pussy throbbed, and in a heartbeat unloaded thick gushes of cum into her womb, spraying it up her birth canal – knocking her up had such a thing been possible. The twin tentacles in her ass splattered their grey cum load into her rear with vigour, spurting it in deep and making her arch her back with a gasp, convulsing mid-orgasm from the feeling; leaving plenty of her body on display. Something the tentacles took advantage of; the dark green tentacles squirming against her body as they unloaded their grey cum over her caramel flesh.
Cum sprayed over her front, landing all over her breasts and stomach. A tentacle pushed itself under her boobs and shot it up, leaving her underboobs sticky. One went between her tits and shot its load up onto her collarbone, contrasting the others that sprayed their grey cum across her toned and taut back or curvy ass, their seed hot against her flesh. Her thighs weren't spared and were splattered with cum as was her neck, a tentacle above her making a mess in her sandy-blonde hair whilst another spurted its sticky load into her belly button, much of it drooling out of the small hole and running down her stomach and pelvis in a thick, magma-like stream.
Though most of her attention was on the six in her face that gave her a facial. Ropes upon ropes upon ropes of cum splattered across her face, streaking across her cheeks and over her forehead, forcing Brooklyn to shut her eyes with a throaty moan; her mouth open and tongue out as their cum landed over her face, coming in waves. So much cum landed on her that it layered on top of itself, dribbling down her chin and brow in thick, messy streams.
By the end of it, the tentacles had completely soaked her in cum.
''Oh...'' Brooklyn moaned, closing her mouth and swallowing the cum that had landed in it.
A shiver travelled through her as all the tentacles began to slide out of her pussy and ass, eliciting a trembling moan from Brooklyn as she was soon left empty, cum profusely dripping out of her holes after being cummed in twice. Biting her bottom lip Brooklyn rubbed her pussy, mewling at how sensitive she was down there; her other hand coming up to wipe her eyes clean as she leaned more into the shower's spray, letting the cum get washed off her face but not her body.
She was a little aroused by the feeling, sue her.
''Ahh...'' At last she could open her eyes, fixating the tentacles with a look. ''Good boys... you go back into your box now and let me rest a bit. We'll continue on the bed later~''
The tentacles obliged, slithering out of the shower and back into their box, one closing the lid behind them – leaving it up to Brooklyn to clean herself up.
After a little finger-action, admittedly. She wanted to enjoy her high for a little bit longer.
[END]