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todfox shared this on 6/20/2001:

Hentai Epic Tentacle Romance
(a piece of incredibly sick epic poetry in iambic pentameter. I didn't write it, I promise.)

THE TENTACULIAD (by Doug)
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Come, Muse, and set to music pond'rous sweet
My sorrow'd tale of lustful hentai woes
An epic war of mighty men and deeds
And fallen cities golden-shin'd with lust.

Proud Tentaculysseus, most fam'd of men
Strong-brow'd, hard-thewn, mighty beyond compare
Stood forth 'pon rocky crags of Demon-Earth
And gaz'd down at golden Lustville below.

Know that he, Tentaculysseus, was carv'd
Of potent stuff that begat gods and kings;
Strong tentacles pour'd forth in manly spill
From crotch unyielding, back unmoving, away.

Our tale we now resume, our story set,
As mighty warrior to city soars
Upon a glider wrought of demon-flesh;
Through air and smoke and flame he seeks his goal.

A demon to the left he slays with ease,
Abominations he hurls from skies a-fire;
Before a single grain of Time's sand falls
He stands with pride 'pon streets of burning gold.

And through the city, to the palace grounds
Our Hero makes his way by strength of arms;
The brazen palace gates crash apart
Unable to deny the mightiest.

The prideful Tentaculysseus beholds
The scene that has for nights unending spun
A web of dreams about his tortur'd brain
A pool of water bearing redheads three.

The first, a maid, naked and sugar-sweet,
The next, curv'd lushly to perfect degrees,
The third, a woman built with strength and pride;
Their hair cascades in luscious crimson strands.

Without hesitation our Hero strong
Wades to the pool and the women therein
His tentacles already stiff and gorg'd
With fluids sticky, white, and copious.

Our Hero's mighty tentacles go first
To the clitoris of the maiden sweet
Wrapping about it tight, seeping fluid
From every pore upon their rough surface.

But soon, the maid's small orifice grows wet,
And ready-slick for Tentaculysseus;
And his immense circumference slides deep,
To bury itself full inside her cunt.

The other women have not fallen idle
With each of them taking in two stiff spears
As others twist and twine about their forms
Playing each like an instrument of screams.

The curv'd woman soon has a tentacle
Coating each body-arc with thick white goo;
The strongest one chokes down a monstrous shaft,
Drinking from its ambrosiac fountain.

The mighty limbs of Tentaculysseus
Are thus completely occupied in tasks;
One thrusts, another pounds, others vibrate
And from them all the lustful liquid pours.

His stamina unparallel'd allows
Our Tentaculysseus to satiate
These insatiable women's desires
And they at last are fill'd to the utmost.

Alas, proud Tentaculysseus must sleep,
And with that dreamless slumber to which he falls,
The demons come in endless legions dark,
To take from Tentaculysseus his life.

So, Muse, my tale here ends, my story sung,
Of lustful Hero's pride and Hero's fall.