Ganondorf and the Swamp Beast (Tentacles)

Enraged curses escaped the mouth of the demon thief Ganondorf. While traveling through a swamp, his horse ran off when he had stopped to relieve himself.

He cursed on the horse and he cursed on the damn farmer he had ‘bought’ it from. So there he was, trudging through knee deep sludge that smelled worse than that damn horse.

It was nighttime, though with the full moon high in the cloudless sky, he could see without a problem. The only real problem was wading through the thick mud. It was making him tired very quickly.

He came upon a fallen tree and decided to sit down on it. He breathed a sigh of relief and whipped the sweat and slime from his brow.

After a few minuets, he stood. He went to take a step forward, but his feet had sunk and stuck in the quagmire. He tried again and again to free his legs, but they were stuck. He plunged his hands in and tried in vain to free himself. But the more he tried the more he seemed to slowly sink.

Suddenly, smooth vine-like tendrils rose from the muck and wrapped themselves around his wrists and arms. He sank further. He was up to his thighs now. He fought and raged against the tendrils but he could not get free.

Further he sank. More tendrils rose up and began attacking the armor on his hips. The belts snapped and the armor came loose. They were pulled away and they now began getting under his pants and up his shirt.


There was an audible ripping noise and most of his clothing was torn away exposing his tanned body to the cool night air.

By now he had realized the creature was pulling him under. He grabbed at the log and managed to get a hold of a branch but it snapped and his privates were now consumed by the cool muck.

He thought this must be it as he sank further and further, but suddenly he stopped. He had sank up to his pectorals and he had finally stopped. Had the creature decided he wasn’t appetizing?

This hope was dashed as more tendrils rose from the slime and wrapped around his shoulders. He could feel more beneath as they wrapped around his legs forcing them apart. Still he struggled in vain. Something touched his manhood. He tried to use his hand to protect it, but he couldn’t move an inch. He felt it again, this time it touched him and held on. He felt it wrap completely around his flaccid cock. He could feel mild pleasure from the things presence. Like it was sucking him off.

At the same time. He could feel something press against his hole. The creatures motives dawned on him and he began to panic. He struggled with every last ounce of strength he had but it was useless. The tentacle pressed harder against his opening. He clenched himself shut, hoping it would be enough to keep it out, but the tentacle pushed harder and harder until it won. The tentacle pushed through Ganondorf’s virgin hole making the thief howl with pain. This thing was defiantly thicker than any of the others. He felt like it was going to tear him in half.

The pain blinded him to a new tentacle that had risen from the slime. He had no warning as the thick flesh was rammed in his mouth and down his throat. His screams were instantly silenced to groans and whimpers.

The Tentacle in his ass began fucking him mercilessly. Each thrust felt deeper and harder. The only pleasure he got was from whatever was sucking his cock, which was now rock hard.

With each thrust of the tentacle in his ass, he found it sent pleasure into his throbbing cock. He soon found himself silently begging for more. Muffled moans escaped his throat as the tentacle fucked him as deep as his stomach.

He was getting closer and closer to blowing his load. The tentacles were thrusting harder than ever. It was too much. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Strangled cries of pleasure filled the air as he finally came into the creatures sucker. Moments later both tentacles swelled to near double in size. He felt hot juices surge into him. The beast filled him with its cum, until it overflowed from both ends and he came very close to drowning

The tentacles removed themselves and left Ganondorf coughing up cum and gasping for air. After milking the last of his cum, he felt the creature loosen its grip and push him out of the mud. He climbed up onto the log in fear the creature might come for him again, but it didn’t.

He waited until morning before trying to leave, hoping the creature would be asleep. He finally made it out. He swore that he would never go through this swamp again...probably...