And suddenly there's a shimmer in the pool, and a tentacled orb the size of a car appears with a heavy splash of water. 

It seems a little disoriented, but desire drips off it with intense force. 

Before December can do fuck-all it's grabbed her in its tentacles, and one of its tendrils grabs for her cock while the rest suspend her in the air. 

December stares at the tentacle monster, still suspended in the air with tentacles wrapped around her limbs, and inspects it cautiously. 

She's in no danger. The tendrils this thing's got her with stop distinctly short of her skin, as the force-weave barrier of her mana core protects her from the unauthorized touch. Sure, she's stuck, but it's in her pool and she's got full charge. If she wants to kill it she can. 

But she can feel the desire radiating off it, charging her right back up, and it feels like it wants to fuck her. And honestly, she's up for that? And she absolutely wants to know what the fuck is going on. Fuck being the operative word.

"Identify," she orders her Mana Core.

Tentacle Orb

Psionically active creature that feeds on desire. 

Affinity: Lust

Private Name: Torb

Main Place of Residence: Tentacle Pit #478, The Pink

Faction: Tentacle Princess

Abilities: Wild Psionics at around Rank 2, Aphrodisiac Fluids

Major Relations: Mayu Nuru (Fuckbuddy) 

Weaknesses: Dependent on sex to survive. 

Disposition: Amicable and Horny

Fascinating. So it's not Outsider in nature (She hadn't expected it to be) and it's horny, friendly and interested in her. 

She can figure out the rest later, right now she's horny and it's novel and honestly her willpower's never been that great around horny, novel experiences. 

Wanna fuck? she Sends to the tentacle orb. And she lets a little of the force weave dissipate, just enough to let it touch her thigh. 

YES? sends back the tentacle orb through the skin contact, and oh hey there's some aphrodisiac on her skin now, whoops. 

Okay, so it passes the Harkness test, cool.

Put me back in the hot tub and fuck me gently and I'm cool with it.

Torb gently lowers her back into the pool and presses in closer, its truck-sized bulk half-filling the pool. More tentacles snake out and grab December's limbs, and one strokes just by her cheek. 

Awwwwwww. It's kind of cute. 

She wriggles in place, relaxes her forceweave, and offers herself up.

Go ahead then~

Skin contact good!!!

Wow, this woman is almost as horny as the tentacle lovers Torb usually fucks. And she's not even under aphrodisiacs. 

Let's fix that! 

Tentacles wrap closely around December, pushing into her ass and mouth even as they wrap her thighs, shoulders and cock.

Gosh, it's really making her feel it. This aphrodisiac compound would probably be an excellent component in love potions - the ethical kind, of course. It's soft and gentle and makes her whole body burn with sweet heat, even more than the mana-rich environment and the desire radiating off Torb. The slickness of its tentacles even in the water has got to be a natural lube compound as well - she could probably use that too for something fun. 

December absently deep-throats Torb's tenta-cock as she ponders the implications. 

... conclusion: This creature was literally made for sex. 

Secondary conclusion: She really wishes she could moan a little right now to show her appreciation. 

Tertiary conclusion: 

Good Torb!

Torb burbles happily in mindspeech and starts thrusting. It's confused, but sex is still happening and that means everything's alright. 

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Foresight.

You're still going to be being fucked in three seconds! Here's all your sensory data from then too!

Now that's more like it. Obviously it's a huge waste of power but so what? She has this entire bath of mana saved. No use in wasting it.

Absently: Mmmmmmm. Oooooh. Yes. Lovely. 

Torb feels oddly like it's being talked down to. 

Maybe a little more aphrodisiac will help with that?

Yeah, no, December does love potions recreationally in this body. 

December reaches out, casually throwing aside the tentacles on her right arm with precise water control, and strokes Torb's side. 

You're doing so wellllllll, she Sends, clenching artfully around its many cocks. Do you have more?

Would she like a barrage of sudden thrusts?

Three seconds' warning!

There's a distinct heat emanating from her future and she likes it. 

Ooh, that's a good idea -

The wave of sensation slams into her all at once and knocks the Sending out of her control. It's doubled over on itself, the aphrodisiac finally burning into her at full strength, each heavy thrust pressing into her core firmly and intensely, grinding against her modified prostate to slam jolt after jolt of intense pleasure into her brain. And the echoes of the next three seconds are even better - 

She loses control of the Foresight. 

Ooh, she came! Tasty!

She comes back up with a cocky smile around the cock in her throat as half the sensation drops out. 

Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Nice. You're a live one, aren't you?

This is a nice moderate intensity. She thinks she'll stay here for a while. 

The heat burns through her, slow and languorous and so good, her whole body rocking with each heavy thrust, her eyes slipping closed as her throat's fucked firmly. 

The tentacle around her cock's not half bad either; it's stroking her off pretty well, too, all slick and velvety and hot in the bath. Each stroke sends a twitch through her core and a build of the need to come again, the electricity rolling through her... 

Her body's built for this. There's no rush.

... Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. She likes Torb. 

Torb will give her all the sex she wants. Torb is made for this too.

Very eventually...

A glob of pink slime drops out of the air about twenty feet above December's head, and splatters on the side of the pool. 

The slime gathers together, and re-forms into a busty pink slime-girl with a sheepish smile. "Oof," she says to herself. "Well, I guess that didn't work so well." 

She looks into the pool and grins sharply. "Oh! Torb! I've been missing you!"

Torb burbles happily and wraps a tentacle around the slimegirl's "waist", then amiably buries another one between her legs, pressing in deep enough to touch her core.