She could not see, not even as she wriggled, but it was not an unpleasant feeling either, not as whatever the "thing" in there was hugged her tightly. And so many arms! Natalia giggled out loud, a devious glint entering her eye, though it could not be seen in the darkness of the room. She could have been scared, though they probably just wanted some company, yes. Maybe they'd even craved company so much that they had schemed and put on a fake Halloween party just to see who they could lure in, even though Natalia wriggled over them, enjoying the tease of shifting appendages, in some way, over her breasts.
"Dearie, why don't you turn a light on?" She invited them warmly, running her fingers down something thick and vine-like. "I'll not run, I promise. I'm sure I can help you out here..."
The creature that had the bunny-dog in its grasp hesitated for a moment, yet made their decision when a side-light was flicked on, revealing what Natalia had suspected the moment she nestled into the mass of writhing appendages. Tentacle monsters were not all that uncommon, though she was surprised to find out in an apartment, cooing at him and nuzzling at his tentacles, even as they twisted and wound around her, pushing under her outfit. It didn't take anyone of all that great intelligence to understand just where things between them were going.
"Oh, honey, you must have been so lonely in here," she murmured, kissing his tentacles, not caring one bit as they ripped through her clothes, curling around her huge breasts, allowing them to spill out to hyper proportions. "Come on, darling, let momma take real good care of you..."
The tentacle monster, hardly able to believe their luck, was not about to miss out on such a willing victim -- if Natalia could even be called that anymore as she took a tentacle eagerly into her maw. She closed her lips around it, moaning succulently, pumping and stroking all that she could with her paws, not lingering on any single tentacle for too long. She wouldn't have wanted anyone to feel left out, after all, when every last one of them should have been nothing less than included to the very, utmost best of her ability.
Her underwear was ripped off, but the demon bunny-dog barely noticed, arching her back, twisting and writhing, tentacles curling around her, squeezing her tits. She naturally always lactated, being a brood mother at heart, the tentacles squirming and exulting the moment they realised that she could lactate too. Natalia gasped around the tentacle cramming her mouth full, pushing insistently into the back of her throat, but nothing could be better than the two tentacles pushing into her pussy at the same time, as desperate for her body as she was for them.
"Mmmmmph!"
She groaned, losing herself in the moment, hips rocking, thrusting, climaxing instantly. She would only later realise that there had to be something in the secretions of the tentacle monster that could get her off that quickly and that forcibly, but it was hardly as if that was anything that Natalia did not want. No, the bunny-dog was in heaven, the room dark but for the side-light on the wall half illuminating them, a twisting, writhing mass of green and black tentacles, matching the colours of her fur as she relished in every tiny sensation.
They milked her breasts, that first trickle of milk becoming a stream, smaller tentacles that felt as if they may have had suction-like tips, however soft and gentle they were, locking onto her thick, fat nipples. And, oh, there was plenty of milk in her huge tits to go around too, the tentacles not able to drink it all down, sustaining them and allowing them to grow strong, the sweet creaminess of it dripping into her fur where it clung to her skin.
Orgasm wracked her, her pussy strained so very tightly around the tentacles that she could barely breathe, yet Natalia should not have had it any other way. It would be good to be pregnant again, she knew, but she did not yet know quite how the tentacle monster would get her knocked up -- and that was half the fun!
She didn't want to know anything, not even as the wet slop of her pussy being pounded filled the room, tentacles driving in, her pussy aching around them. More, only more -- she could never want anything less when she was being fucked so wonderfully, being bred as she always craved. If she was not swollen and pregnant something was missing in her life, imagining, even as she was fucked, just how much her belly would grow, maybe even more than usual. After all, she'd never taken the offspring of a tentacle monster lovingly into her womb, holding and cradling them until it was time for them to be born.
Yet she got what she wanted as the tentacles thrust and ground, driving deep and coming to an abrupt, quivering halt. The demonic bunny-dog was not left without sensation, however, as something large and round pressed to her pussy, one following the other, the beast laying eggs inside her, forcing her cunny to stretch even more widely than before around one, two, three -- and more.