Hello all, and here we are again for sweet, sweet tentacle rape. Today's victim is one Likos Haima, an OC generously provided by my good smut-buddy Kiko Gorgon (Seriously, give Kiko's stuff a look, it's intense). That said, it was requested that Likos' scene get as … rough as possible, and after confirring with Kiko Gorgon about it, I have the following to present. Hopefully you all find it enjoyable, because I am open to doing this sort of thing again.

"Please…"

Likos Haima liked to consider herself a proud, capable huntress-in-training, She was strong, skilled in combat and Dustcraft, and proud of the wolf ears that sat atop her head amidst her dark purple locks and the tail that always followed her about – even if it meant that none of her skirts or panties ever fit quite right. Still, despite all her strength, skill, and pride, there was one individual before whom even the thought left Likos powerless, and however she might wrack her brain, she just could not fathom why Weiss Schnee made her so wet…

Likos always liked to linger in the rocket-propelled locker room after an exercise – especially one that her team had done in conjunction with Weiss's… She'd always retreat to the corner farthest from the entrance, right under the large air conditioning vent, which helped because the noise that it made helped to cover her soft moans. Was what she was doing really so wrong? She didn't think so… she liked to think that Weiss would be flattered to know the mere fact of her existence made Likos so unbearably hot, but she wasn't so sure of the theory that she was going to be unduly indiscreet about it…

Slowly, gently, she would slip her fingers into her leggings, between her legs, under her panties and finger her own entrance, all the while imagining Weiss Schnee's smooth, delicate fingers. Moaning softly, Likos would rub herself, , use two fingers to spread her damp folds, and even go so far as to insert a finger just deep enough to feel her maidenhood, but there, she would always stop. It was stupid, she knew, but somehow the thought that just maybe she might appeal more to the frosty Heiress as a blushing virgin had always kept her from taking that next step.

A shame really, because she wasn't going to have a choice in the matter…

So focused was the young wolf Faunus upon pleasuring herself and imagining that the Schnee Heiress was responsible that she failed to notice when the air conditioning had ceased, and even her sensitive Faunus ears failed to pick up on the sound of a great many somethings slithering against the metal ductwork. Indeed, her eyes were closed as the first few tentacles reached down towards her, and it was only when they surged into action, suddenly wriggling in and yanking her leggings and panties down around her ankles that she finally noticed, far, far too late. Two tendrils swiftly bound about her bare thighs, binding her tightly despite her toned thighs being slicked with wetness already, and as she reached for her weapon on the bench in front of her in a panic, the tendrils heaved her off balance, dragging her back up to the ductwork and spreading her legs so that her left came free of her leggings and panties. Next she knew, a terrified Likos Haima was upside down, struggling to unfasten her cloak so that she could see, and her naked thighs were forced to straddle the cold steel ductwork, spreading her wide beneath the mouth of the vent.

There was a heartbeat's silence as she hung there and her cloak fell to the floor, her heart hammering in her chest and her arousal, unquenched, beginning to dribble over her lower stomach, but that suspended moment would not last, and in short order, Likos screamed – wailed in terror and anguish as she never thought a proud huntress should. Four. Four separate, slimy, writhing tentacles all plunged into her unprepared, virgin pussy at once, in an instant stripping her of one of those qualifiers. Likos thrashed and screamed, wailed and cried as the members all seemed to fight each other inside of her for the privilege of savaging her most sensitive places that she hadn't even known she had, and another tentacle reached down to bind her wrists behind her to the small of her back in order to keep her from trying to pull the tentacles out of her sore, stretched womanhood and her maiden's blood slowly trickled over her smooth body. Finally, as though to strip her of whatever dignity she might've had left as her body shook with the violation, a tendril slithered down her stomach and under her shirt, between her breasts and emerged from her collar. After a mere instant's pause, her top had been violently torn open, her pert, quivering breasts put on display. That was but the fringe of her humiliation though, for as the tendrils writhed and jockeyed for dominance in her pussy, Likos felt a tidal wave rise in the pit of her stomach until… "A-AAAHHH!"

And Likos came. Hard. Her very first orgasm gushed from her upturned pussy and her juices flowed down over her nearly naked body, they poured down her back, soaking into her ruined shirt, and as they rand down her front, they dripped to the floor drop by drop from her erect nipples or flowed over her chin and into her face, eyes hazy with the sexual (albeit unwilling) high.

Gradually she was lowered to the ground, and in the moment that she clambered onto her knees and placed her hands on the bench to steady herself, she was proven very, very wrong in thinking that it was over. The tentacles returned before she could even catch her breath, spiraling around each other as they began fucking her again, pushing inside as one great mass now, causing her to rock back and forth on her hands and knees, her modestly firm breasts slapping audibly against the lip of the bench as her body rocked. At least they did, until the tendrils descended from above to force her stomach down onto the bench while the plunder of her womanhood continued.

I-I'm being fucked like a dog… She thought, unbelieving as angry tears welled up in her eyes at the pain and the pleasure that wouldn't stop, Like a fucking bitch in heat! Yet all that passed her lips were tortured moans, for she was unable to refuse acknowledging the fact that she was enjoying it even as she struggled with all her might to free herself.

She was roughly forced down all the harder, winding her as her stomach was pressed to the bench when a tendril coiled around her left calf and wrenched her leg up and over the bench, leaving its cohorts an easier path to her quivering pussy. She bit her lip, drawing blood, just to keep from moaning, begging for more, only to be suddenly heaved off of the bench and winded again as her naked back struck the cold wall of the locker's behind her. The tendrils continued to fuck her sideways as she hung there by one arm and leg, breast jiggling, hips bucking, and wolf tail twitching feebly with every thrust. No… Just as she had resigned herself to let the creeping pleasure supplant her conscious mind though, a cold lance of panic shot through her – the locker room door opened.

N-no… What if… I can't let someone… Weiss… see me like this…

It wasn't Weiss Schnee that entered the locker room though; in fact it was quite possibly the only people that she wanted to see her like this even less than Weiss Schnee: Team CRDL… Whatever they had come in there for, it was instantly forgotten when another moan escaped Likos' lips and Cardin Winchester rounded the bank of lockers to investigate.

"What the…" Winchester gaped at the spectacle, "Hey boys! Come check this out!" Likos' cheeks burned with humiliation as the gazes of team CRDL fell upon her helpless, naked body like hungry vultures, "Say Dove… Shoot the animal down why don't ya?"

Four gunshots rang out, and the tendrils all suddenly withdrew, injured, into the vent, unceremoniously dropping Likos to the floor. Gasping, she struggled to get back to her hands and knees, maybe even stand up, but suddenly she was seized roughly at the shoulder – not by the tentacles, but by the huge hand of Cardin Winchester. Hauled to her feet, Likos was then forced against the cold metal locker nearest as his huge, clumsy hands and sausage-like fingers groped her breast, "Now… I think even an animal like you understands gratitude…"

Eyes wide with horror Likos shook her head, no… no please…

But her silent pleas did not stop Winchester's belt from unbuckling, or him from lifting her by the waist. She thrashed and screamed, but it didn't help, and no matter how she fought, Winchester's rock-hard cock entered her regardless. As his whole length plunged all the way inside her and she came to rest on his hips she felt Sky Lark's hands groping her ass. N-no! But it was no good; Likos bit down again on her own lip and her tail went rigid as the other CRDL boy's hard shaft slowly pushed up into her virginally tight as, and she began to cry. The boys thrust into her in alternating turns as they raped her, and so great was the pain and the shame, and the pleasure that she didn't even notice s Dove Bronzewing used her tail to jerk off. It's… too… too much…

Likos' eyes glazed over as the pain and the shame faded from her consciousness, and all she was left with was pleasure and desire – to be filled, to fuck, to be possessed – like she'd been fucked into heat. As though her whole body had become a vice, her arms and legs clamped around Winchester's shoulders and waste, and she began to undulate her naked body against his armored torso, bucking her hips to work his length about inside her and rub her clit up against his stomach. Her screams of protest became throaty moans of shameless lust, and as if to mark Cardin as her territory, she bit down onto his neck.

"A-agh! Fucking bitch!"

And in that moment, that was exactly what Likos Haima was: a bitch in heat, and Winchester was going to satisfy her, whether he wanted to or not. She was dimly aware as Lark came up into her ass and then pulled out, only to have Russell Thrush take his place, and that was fine, as long as Winchester kept hammering her pussy, the others could do whatever they wanted. Cardin on the other hand, was going to make her cum – and she was close - but when his body started to shudder first and he tried to drop her, she held on tight and bit down harder, bucking her hips to take them both the rest of the way.

"Whoa, whoa! F-fuck no!"

But Likos really didn't give a damn about his opinion as he came inside her despite his best efforts to pull out in time, and one more jerk of the hips later, she was gushing all over his thighs and had released her hold on him, again falling to the floor in a daze.

"Fuck…"

"Did you…?"

"Screw this! Leave the damned animal, I'm out of here!"

Conscious thought slowly returned to Likos' fuzzy mind, and as it did, she shakily lifted herself onto the bench to sit, one leg on either side, "I… I've just been… I got raped…" She said disbelieving. There was a fire between her legs, but the cold bench did little to help, and she allowed herself to lay back on the polished seat, her arms and legs hanging to her either side, "That Winchester bastard raped me… and those… things…" She thought of the black, writhing tentacles that had taken her virginity, "At least… it's-,"

'Over' had been the word on her lips, but it was stolen as the tendrils returned with a vengeance. They bound her wrists and ankles to the floor without warning, spreading her legs wide, and another yanked her tail taut before wrapping around, binding it to the bench. The slimy end of one of the tendrils probed one of her wolf ears, wriggling about inside, and her face flushed, but no matter how much she wanted to, she had no strength left to fight, and all she could do was watch in slack-jawed horror as a huge, pulsating black shaft descended from the ductwork, breaking the vent from its housing as it descended. Between her own quivering breasts she could see its massive, bulbous head first touch down on the bench a few inches shy of her tail, and then slither towards her like a colossal, ribbed python. She grimaced as its slimy girth began working its way over her tail and disturbing her fine purple fur, and her heart hammered as each inch closer made its goal ever more inescapably clear.

"No… no…" She begged, shaking her head back and forth in violent futility, "No, no, no, no NOOOOOOOOO!"

Her words broke down into an incoherent scream of agony though as the bulbous head forcibly displaced her folds and the great column of black entered her. She was slicked wet from sustained arousal and two orgasms, but no amount of wetness could have made this easy or painless – the shaft was just too huge. Her insides wanted to clamp down on it, but even stretching her to her widest, her tight pussy just couldn't take it, and so to gain deeper access to her body, the thrusting began.

Thud.

Likos' eyes bulged wide open and she shrieked incoherently.

Thud.

The serpentine member forced its way another inch deeper inside.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

It was too big… Too much…

Thud.

The monumental violation inside her was up against her cervix now, and the thrusting gentled – slightly – but the speed increased. There wasn't a millimeter of her inner walls that wasn't fitted to the Grimm's colossal shaft like a second skin, every motion – every push and pull in and out – drove her crazy, even despite the agony. She felt herself cum again, but she was plugged so tightly that there was nowhere for it to go, and instead of gushing forth from her center, it merely dribbled out of her little by little each time the shaft pulled back slightly for another stroke. She was almost unconscious by the time she saw it – the obvious bulge in the already huge tendril that moved toward her pussy from the vent above. She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy that she wouldn't get, to do something other than submit, but all she could do was cry as the swell reached her and exploded into her pussy. With a loud sucking noise, the tentacle abruptly pulled out of her, its load delivered, but that didn't stop a second bulge from coming down to gush out of the head as it withdrew, showering Likos in thick white cum.

Likos' legs twitched as cum poured from her entrance, all over the bench, and onto the floor, and as the tendrils finally released her, she slumped over the edge to land in the viscous white pool and curled up in the fetal position. She couldn't think – could barely breathe, much less form a rational thought – and she just wanted it to stop… No more… please..

But her body did not listen. Responding to the sludge that had been pumped up into her womb, her whole body convulsed as her stomach felt like it was tearing itself apart and her chest felt so tight all of the sudden. She might have looked down in still greater horror to see her breasts become engorged and her abdomen begin swelling, but she had lost consciousness, and though her eyes remained open, they stared vacantly into nothing as her stomach bulged and her womb was filled with writhing Grimmlings. Not even the contractions could rouse her from her traumatized stupor, and so it was that there on the floor, in a pool of white seed, Likos Haima did not so much give birth as simply lay there as three infant Ursula clambered out of her birth canal to begin the search for victims of their own.