Glyph Gear Margo

Being with Theo meant long patrols and tedious escort missions for months at a time. What sex life Margo could have had was trampled by her need to earn a living wage. Outside the glyph gear, she was a downright slutty fiend. Trying to make up for lost time by getting fucked silly by whoever was cute enough at the bar or local inn.

But now to know that Theo had these tentacles all along, these wonderful handsy feelers, that were just right for what she had in mind.

Her legs were forced right open by the main rudder there, the shaft still vibrating and bubbling up gear-cum. It rubbed against her pussy and lonely slit, coaxing the throbbing need there to ignite into the desire to have. Margo shamelessly pressed herself against it, ignoring the tentacles that hovered to where her pussy met shaft. The tentacles watching in acted out dismay of the clear sweet juices running from her hole.

One of them-

She frowned, this particular tentacle didn't come from a metal panel in the ceiling. She looked a little, trying to find which part of the cockpit it was attached to. But then the tentacle dipped its hand-less tip around the main rudder and into her pussy, outright wanting to understand where her womanly essence was coming from.

Margo gasped, back a little stiff as she rolled her hips forward. This odd tentacle was different than the others. Instead of a coolness warmed by their grip like the tentacles on her arms and shoulders, this tentacle fluctuated between temperatures. Both hot and cool. Focusing on it only confused her but when she relaxed- Margo parted her lips, a light moan strutting out.

Goodness, the absolute mollifying perfect not-heat and not-cold. What was this feature?

The odd tentacle-

Margo rolled her eyes. She might as well give it a name since it her entered below. The tentacle now named Conductor skimmed his hand-less tip along her inner walls. Not simply plunging in and out, Conductor rubbed and brushed her soft flesh. Making goosebumps spread along her tensing body, he twisted and thrusted, his exploration more passionate and lively than cleaning-minded.

So curious was it, his actions.

Studying when she clenched and how she took his light strokes. Was he trying to understand what made her feel good?

Margo decided not to care and simply enjoy the thickness inside. She opened her hips more and sighed, her orgasm close at hand. He jerked once more and she cummed, knees rattling together. Margo lifted her hips and released, a well-trained dog at this point. Still being inside Theo and being wet so often, she couldn't help but squirt.

Conductor loved that, pulling right out to chase the stream that passed him. Soon after he left to swab at her mess on the wall, the main rudder dropped back into its slot. That was strange. The cleaning protocol wasn't over. She listened for the gears, the cogs turning and Theo's emergency fuel tanks still being used. But with Conductor gone, the other tentacles clustered around her.

A tentacle went for her mouth, not liking the cum resting on her dimples and cute lips.

It made her open her mouth, tickling the underside of her jaw until she couldn't stand it. Lips wide, the tentacle dived in. Margo grunted, amused at this cocky tentacle. She leaned moved forward, deep-throating the lengthy metal shaft then and there. Good thing the tentacle was already lubed by the cum it cleaned previously or this would have been awkward to take in. Reaching a good pace, Margo groaned, loving how the tentacle swiveled against her tongue and teeth.

Another pair of tentacle went for her throat, wiping the beads of sweat forming there.

They coiled around her neck, unwitting forcing her to take in more tentacle shaft.

The tentacle in her mouth went further, diving deeper and twitching harder. What came out between thrusts was a saliva-coated shaft and the poor thing couldn't understand why. It fucked her mouth harder, droplets of spit slicking the underside. Margo decided to have a little fun. What little magic she was able to soak in from the natural energies in the air, she redirected to her mouth. Teeth clattering with power, she lightly nibbled on the shaft, scrapping her neat teeth.

The tentacle jerked, stiffening as it came. The surge of the recoil plowing up and up into the cockpit's panels and back. It cummed, suction routine reversing to spew the gathered gear-cum into her already stuffed mouth. Margo, delighted at her trick, happily guzzled the cum down.

The big load even made her tight stomach pudge in the amount that kept on coming and coming.

What she didn't swallow splattered and spilled, fresher globs of white for the tentacles to freak out at. Wads and clumps of the yummy fluid went everywhere it hadn't before. Which was surprising considering it managed to hit everything previously. Even the tentacles on her were hit, splotched and speckled in lewd white. The tentacle pulled out, anxiously shaking as the others went it to.

Visibly mad and annoyed, they strangled the cause of more cum they had to clean. The poor thing was smacked around by its fellow tentacles.

Margo laughed, her snorting cackles echoing in the tight space. The tentacles stopped their play, humbled or baffled or successfully completed one command routine and now was switching to the next. They eyed her and the room grew thick with resolve. The cum wasn't the problem. She was the problem, leaking and spreading her fluids all over the place.

She caught their stares and grinned, daring them to do something about it.

Hands between her breasts, ass and pussy worked her incessantly, making things worse. They held up her arms and scrubbed the gear-cum off, sparing not a spot of skin from their onslaught. As more of the cum came off, other liquid replaced it. Sweat. Drool. Sweet juices streaming down her legs. Finding liquid on her breasts and lower pussy lips was easier for the tentacles to understand.

Finding none on her pucker, that had to be remedied.

They tugged Margo forward, making her bend and present her shapely ass to their inspection. A rubbery index finger stroked the crack of her clothed curvy rear, trying to understand why this particular hole was clean. Code flashed on the visor screens. The tentacles consorted one another, overriding one particular hypothetical situation over another. Idiots.

Margo wagged her ass as she waited, wanting them to get it over with.

Another tentacle came across the zipper that covered her lower backside and pulled, barring her ass-cheeks. They pulled her lush and plump cheeks apart, thumbing her tender pucker. Then something warm and gooey went in, the gear-cum.

They stroked her ring of muscles, relaxing the tight walls in there.

Margo spread her legs further, her hips making small circles as she rode on their fingers. At just the right angle, she couldn't help but shiver. Her climax close. She huffed, sweat dripping down her brow as the temperature in the cockpit rose. The tentacles began to stuff her ass-hole. Shoveling more of that white liquid inside until it oozed down her backslide. Creamy cummy streaks decorating her fingered ass.

Once it was dirty to their liking, they began to clean it.

A pair of tentacled hands gripped her cheeks, squeezing and fondling the tender flesh. Another tentacle, re-equipped with a dildo-like device scraped along her cum-filled hole. Conductor? It was Conductor again, using a dildo that she didn't remember glyph gears coming equipped with. Forcing out as much gear-cum as he could without entering her just yet. Conductor teased her, the dildo tip grazing around her massaged pucker.

How could she get him to stop fooling around? Aha!

Margo closed her legs, a clear sign of her giving no entry. Sure, the other tentacles could reopen them but they were morons, still fluttering around her breasts and pussy. Wiping away a practically endless flow if she didn't get fucked properly.

Being in Theo for the last four years, twenty when she started, made her into a broken faucet down below.

The dildo-equipped Conductor flailed against her cheeks, wanting in. He rubbed against the middle of her back and ass-crack, trying to get her to open once more. The gear-cum dribbled out her cheeks, white liquid dots hitting the back of her ankles. Happy that she excited him enough, Margo opened her legs. The tentacle plunged right in, making Margo gasp in back-arching pleasure. The long length thrusted wildly, the ridges along the dildo brushing against easily stimulated nerves and bundles of bliss.

She rocked into it, loving the speed and fullness that came from him being inside. It was the wrong hole but a good start.

Being handled in such a clearly concerned manner, Margo couldn't help but struggle for the sport of it. The tentacles were trying to help in their own way. A fresh sheen of sweat appeared on her clapping breasts, spurring the tentacles on. Nothing they were doing was helping. They tried to dry her titties with their palms, fleshy slaps echoing in the cockpit.

The soft pain of their light thwaps against her tits was just too good.

The tentacle shaft inside her kept on pistioning, fucking her ass with refined precision. Conductor was a fast learner. He realized if it made her clench, more cum would come out. So Conductor did, rutting her until she screamed and bucked. Her hips trembled, ass-cheeks now falling under the siege of slapping palms. Her full cheeks jiggled and went red under their enthusiasm. Persistent and a bit moronic touch.

They were tentacles of Theo after all. Only a smidge smarter than her favorite metal head.

Loud squelching of her suit and sex took to the air. The colliding noises raunchy and crude. Like a virgin, she blushed to the tips of her ears. That red embarrassment spread south, white skin now an aroused and well-worked pink. Even her belly button wasn't spared, a tentacle scooping in gear-cum and playing with her innie button.

Finally, her pussy got some attention. Another re-equipped tentacle rubbed suggestively against her gushing hole. But it was slightly different from the one before, double-ended with the intent to claim both her holes at the same time. The tentacle in her ass gave a few last thrusts and pulled out.

This new tentacle in front of her wobbled and wiggled, its form momentarily liquid-like as it did so. A mistake, she bet.

Not one of Theo's, huh?

Margo didn't bother guessing.

"You're a slime and you're interested in becoming my companion. I know the score," she stated, her ass missing the tender loving already. "Look, I already take care of one moron. What makes you think I'm interested in taking care of two?"

The fake tentacle, or should she say twin fake tentacles, froze, confused to be dismissed upfront.

Conductor quivered in front of her, losing his stolen shape and form. Gray and goo given shape and life, the slime was downright miserable. Margo decided not to care. Much. She would rather not care at all but she was distracted by the lack of something in her holes. The other tentacle morons were still slapping her jiggly bits with no sign of stopping.

"Tell ya what, if you can fuck me so good that I won't ever go back to regular cock, I'll consider your courtship."

The slime perked up at that, vibrating all the while.

Margo readied herself for the one of the more interesting fucks of her life. Conductor rallied the others, taking back on the tentacle form and they made her sit back down. Margo stared, opening her legs and expecting some drilling action to be going on soon. None of the morons went for it. Come on, she was nice and dirty down there.

The tentacles tied themselves to her arms and legs, hooking even under her knees and elbows.

They went for her breasts, wrapping their metal but flexible limbs around them and squeezed. The fake tentacle gestured for them to present her left titty, him studying the curve and fullness of what they held. Unlike the other tentacles, Conductor didn't bother to imitate their texture anymore, he was softer, fleshier. Better than all the cock substitutes she had before.

Her hips and ass-cheeks lightly stung from the sudden movement. Skin tender from the slaps from earlier. The fake tentacle grazed along her reddened expanse, rubbing and massaging the hot angry flesh into soothing calm throbs. Examination complete, Conductor made a motion. The other tentacles received it, squeezing her breasts harder. Margo gasped, restless from the weak jolt of pleasure.

Just what was the slime up to. She did say fuck, right?

The fake tentacle went for her vulnerable nipple, yanking and twisting the thick nub until it was rigid. Conductor allowed her a moment to catch her bearings. Margo panted hard, the cockpit silent. The whole cave quiet. Only her heart made a sound, thudding loudly in her ears. The fake tentacle went for her nipple again, sweeter this time. He played with her soft flesh, stroking the pliant skin around her nub until it tightened.

Margo moaned lightly, her legs brushing and bouncing against one another.

Waiting. Wanting him to do something else than drag this out.

The other tentacles pushed her breast out further, letting it bob in the air. Something crackled. Margo glanced at the fake tentacle and saw a spark of electricity on its tip. She tried to squirm away, that particular shade, purple-bright, on the electricity a special skill belong to glyph gear users. It wouldn't hurt or kill her. That's what the glyph seals were for. Protection from accidents or malfunctions on the behalf of the machine. But to have it in raw form, not via recoil or magical mishaps was unheard of.

Margo gulped, eyes glued to the fake tentacle.

Conductor approached, ready. His electrified tip circled her nipple, the heat and magic radiating off it in waves. How long had the slime been watching her to know that electricity was one of her weaknesses? Or did he just know?

Born to be at her side. For them to be partners, battling monsters and more.

The fake tentacle touched her and the charge went forth. Margo threw back her head, her entire body strumming and clenching. She cried out, hips bucking uselessly as the tentacles held her down. The charge only lasted a few seconds. Margo slumped forward, eyes wet and lips a weak grin.

"Do it," she murmured, voice cracked. "Do it again."

Her right breast was presented, nipple harder and stiffer than the first. The fake tentacle still took his time, getting her nub erect and ready. Then Conductor struck, releasing a stronger charge. Margo wept, the pleasure sharp and thick and knifing straight to her core. The power roared through her body, leaving no nerve or muscle untouched. Her pussy released, squirting a jet of sweet juice. The fake tentacle let her writhe a little longer before stopping.

Margo moaned, the tips of her nipples smoking under their sensual assault.

Conductor gestured to the others. The tentacles pulled her hips and knees further up, her empty holes offered for its viewing pleasure. Starting with her pussy, the fake tentacle explored her dripping folds. It flicked her clit, observing how she twitched in response. The speed of her ankles flexing. The hitching of her breath when she swallowed her keening cry. Then Conductor created another limb, this new tentacle checking her ass-hole. It rubbed around her pucker, oozing more of the gun-cum from before.

"So you were even the rudder, you cocky dick."

Checking that she was lubed in both her holes, Conductor entered. One for her pussy, the other for her ass, the fake tentacles crammed inside. Margo moaned, her stuttering broken cries at a fever pitch. All she could do was to take and take its unyielding thickness, the size inside her growing in girth as it rutted her. Goodness, he knew. He knew how much Margo wanted to be jam-packed with cock. Wet holes became snug homes for his tentacles, each thrust pushing the very air into her winded lungs. Different than Theo. Different than anyone before.

Margo shook, hips shuddering, a sign that she reached her limit.

Her breasts bounced along, tender titties clapping whichever way the tentacles would allow. Sweat on her nipples once more, the tentacles were on them, relentless. Her smarting nubs slapped and gripped, the kick of their rough play thrilling to the core.

Conductor sprouted a third tentacle and it hovered where her clit laid.

Once more with that charge and power, he touched her. Margo ignited- She cummed, her body arched and seized. The magic coursed through her, transforming what remained of her mind and sensitivity and nerves into electricity feed-back coils. For a brief moment, she was magic itself. Bright, blinding and beyond all comprehension. Both weak and great, both small and large. Her climax soared, her limbs seizing as she was left behind, thrown back into her body.

Margo screamed, and at the end of that cry, she passed out. Fucked beyond her dreams.