Score.

Demencia held up the coat in her hands, admiring it. She had stole it from Black Hat while he was showering. She was so glad he hadn't noticed by now, because all of the other times she tried he'd snatch it right back through a portal.

Demencia stuck her arms through the sleeves, revelling in the comforting smell of him. She hugged the coat around her, squealing. Content now, she began to pull off the coat.

"Huh?" She mumbled, tugging at the sleeves again. Demencia tried to get it to budge, but it felt as if a force was preventing it from even lifting even slightly off her skin. She huffed, trying to pull it over her head only for it to stay in place.

Demencia should have thought this through. She scratched her head, stumped. There was no way it was coming off. She sighed, running a hand down her face. Black Hat's coat sleeve rubbed against her face, making her grin. Well, it wasn't so bad.

She left the room she was in, entering the kitchen looking for a snack.

"Is that Black Hat's coat?" Flug exclaimed, nearly dropping the mug he held.

"...yeah. I can't get it off." Demencia shrugged, showing him it's resistance to removal.

"You do you..." He mumbled, terrified to see how he'd react to her with it on.

She carried on, opening the cupboards in search of a bowl for cereal. As she rose up onto the balls of her feet, she felt something shift in the coat. Demencia paused, whisking the coat up to see what had caused it. There was nothing. She rose a brow, but went back up to grab the bowl. Just as her fingers grazed the rim, she felt a mass press between her thighs. Her legs buckled, the bowl almost falling from her grasp.

Demencia exhaled, face pink. She looked just between the coat's lapels to see two tendrils sneaking their way around both of her thighs. They squirmed around her skin, leaving a wet green film behind. Her gears were turning in her head. She put the bowl on the counter carefully, cautious about whatever had been trying to immobilize her.

She turned her head, glancing back at Flug. He was reading an excerpt on airplanes. Finally, she was thankful for his nerdiness. Demencia closed the cupboard. The tentacles shifted up higher, rubbing against her underwear. She bit her lip, grabbing onto the counter. Just what kind of creatures lived in this coat?

The tendril prodded against her mound, curling up and grinding against her heat. Demencia didn't want to call any attention to herself so she made her way over to the fridge. She opened it, retrieving the milk and setting it on the counter. The tentacle's movements suddenly changed, turning into quicker and harder pushes against her. The leggings and underwear she wore became soaked, both with her juices and the tentacles'.

Her mouth parted, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt a third tendril make its way into her shirt. It traveled up along her torso, curling around the swells of her chest. She hissed, quickly snatching the cereal off the fridge.

"You sound like you're fighting that cereal over there." Flug chuckled, still reading the paper.

"It's fiesty today!" She opened the box and poured it into her bowl. The slimy appendages continued to work at her cunt, the one on her chest now massaging her through her bra. Demencia trembled, the cereal box just barely being held onto. One of the  lengths in the coat came up her skirt and forced itself down into her underwear, instantly squeezing itself between her folds.

"Holy fuck!" She cried, the box falling from her hand and tumbling onto the ground.

"Hey are you--" Flug began but was cut off by the monstrous scream of Black Hat himself not even three doors down the hall. He jumped, listening to what he was screaming instead of her. Demencia braced herself onto the counter before her, feeling as if she was about to fall over. The tendril grinded itself up against her clit, just barely prodding into her entrance. She bit her lip, feeling the one left around her bust dive into her bra. It freed her breasts from the cups, her erect nipples now flush against her shirt.

She suddenly heard footsteps leaving the kitchen, most likely Flug's. She checked, looking over her shoulder again. He was gone.

Demencia gripped onto the counter, the coat's manifestations working against her body. She rocked along with them, a moan escaping her lips as she did so. Her swollen cunt rolled on top of the slimy member between her legs, it's movement only heightening her lust. It curled against her and flexed slightly, rubbing her almost teasingly slow compared to before. She whined, reaching down to force it to move.

Suddenly, the coat flew open. Several tentacles escaped from it's wrapping themselves around Demencia, forming restraints. She was placed onto the counter and her legs were forcefully spread open. Her clothes were yanked off one by one by the many tentacles surrounding her. Had anyone walked in, she would have been completely exposed. Demencia breathed, glancing down at the lively tendrils around her. Two, thinner, and smaller ones latched themselves onto her nipples. They twisted them gently, and pulled in sync. She arched her back, whimpering. A thicker tentacle came up from behind her, hovering in front of her. It was kind of intimidating.

She felt the one that was already between her legs part her slightly. Her entrance stretched slowly, attempting to accompany the girth of it. Demencia panted, wanting to rub herself but not able to due to the tentacles forcing her arms back. She bucked her hips against it hastily, feeling as if it would be the only connection to Black Hat she could ever get. So many things were running through her mind at the moment. Lust had been clouding it up, a desire to just have anything inside of her right now.

Demencia blinked slightly, feeling out of it. She never acted this way... suddenly the intimidating tentacle forced itself into her mouth, thrusting into it. She felt it slip down into her throat, effectively silencing her noises. Demencia watched the length move as it fucked her face, only becoming more aroused. She couldn't even think straight anymore, it was like there was some kind of aphrodisiac in the air.

The length let up slightly to allow her to get breath, then went right back in. She gasped for air when she had the chance, loosing her mind almost everytime it was taken out of her mouth. Demencia rolled her tongue around it, her moans vibrating throut the rest of the mass. The tentacles working on her tits only proceeded to become more intense, sending her into a frenzy. She sucked on the member eagerly, the desire for it's taste now overcoming her senses.

It retracted with a pop, leaving her dissatisfied. Her eyes followed closely as it lowered down beside the other tendril grinding on her swollen clit. The bigger one that had been in her mouth whisked it away, beginning to press into her. Her juices allowed a slightly easier entry, but it was still a tight fit. Demencia bit her lip, thrusting her hips to try and get it in faster. The dark tentacle squeezed into her, it's girth only growing the farther it went in. She threw her head back, taking it's length. It spread her walls gradually, earning several twitches from her. Demencia hissed as it completely filled her up. She squirmed, feeling herself clench around it as she got used to it. The tentacle began to slowly pump in and out of her, the presence of it's slime only growing the more it thrusted. It was now dripping out of her and onto the counter.

She panted, the member now quickening against her movements. She felt a pressure begin to knot up just down below. She rolled her hips against it's entirety, coating herself in the slick substance it was covered in. Her tongue lolled out as she road the length, being forcefully pulled down ontop of it and taking more than she actually could. It's pace quickened, curling up inside of here and hitting just the right spot. Demencia felt the older tentacle begin to rub her clit softly, coaxing her into finishing. She squirmed against it, so close to climaxing but the pace of it's swirling was agonizingly slow.

The tentacle below her tilted her back some, fucking her even harder. Demencia cried out, pulling against her restraints. The tendril on her clit suddenly picked up it's pace, and her mind went blank as her back arched. She moaned, her clit throbbing with pleasure and her cunt convulsing around the tendril's length. The tentacle continued to thrust into her hard until the finished.

A thick cold substance soon filled her up, making her shudder. She twitched, still sensitive. It's seed spilled onto the counter, still continuity to pump into her. Demencia bit her lip, feeling it only fill her up even more. It stayed within her for a few more seconds before suddenly vanishing, along with all the other tentacles pleasuring her.

Demencia fell slack on the countertop, her skin glistening with sweat and other fluids. She looked at the coat that managed to stay oddly clean throughout the whole ordeal. Demencia attempted to pull it off, and it suddenly gave away. It slipped off onto the counter. She shut her eyes, relishing in the afterglow.

"Where is Demencia?" Black Hat shouted from the hallway.

She jumped at her name. Demencia scooted off the countertop, barely able to stand. After grabbing the articles of clothing from around the kitchen, she glanced back at his coat, which was neatly folded up. She rose a brow, but decided not to question it, considering what had just happened. Demencia struggled to get up onto the fridge, then slid into the vent above, closing the cover behind her.

Black Hat entered the kitchen, instantly spotting his coat.

"She was wearing it!" Flug told him.

He smirked, picking it up. "Well, I hope she enjoyed stealing my coat."

Black Hat glanced at the vent, looking through the slots. They locked eyes for a moment. He then pulled on the coat.

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Double upload, lots of Demencia, planning on some Flugs for later. BH is very complicated, I do have finished drafts with him though. Flug should be next in this mini coat series lol