Tik Tik relents to the tentacles on her cheek and snout. Her tongue dances with what she can only assume is Minerva’s tongue, the kobold’s eyes rolling back as the alien sorceress dances with delight within the kobold’s body.
Minerva’s appendage is thick and hot, slick and wet. Everywhere it explores with a voracious curiosity, it leaves globs of strange goop-like saliva—sweet and rich like gelatin as it clings to the inside of the kobold’s maw.
Minerva grins as the last of her tentacles finally grasps hold of Tik Tik. Her eyes twinkle like starlight, and her hands raise high. Fuschia energy drips down to link with Tik Tik’s mind and to see. At the same time, her pseudo-phallus nudges and makes out with the kobold’s lower lips, pushing apart her scaled labia and rubbing and prodding at the entrance of those tight insides.
Memories flash around in Tik Tik’s mind. The countless times she had made her beautiful creations, her teleportation device, her twink at home, and the many friends she made along her journeys. Oh, there are so many delights to probe inside this mind!
And so Minerva probes further. That plump tendril waltzes with Tik Tik’s tongue, suddenly diving past and down her throat, bulging it outwards as the kobold gargles with dazed bliss. At the same time, the tentacle below firmly presses Tik Tik into the air. It is a ram battering at the gates of her flower, caring less about shoving inside and more about the pressure and struggle—that eventual fateful pop! The twin sources of exertion and ecstasy weaken the kobold’s mind, and thus Minerva sees further.
There is an ocean, its vast seas, and the undersea temple far below. It is the remains of the last structure of a forgotten fertility goddess. And growing in that lost shrine is the dragon weed, a critical ingredient that ties in almost perfectly with the legends of this place.
Ingredient? Is this connected to the legends of this forgotten rock heap? Well, now this won’t do at all. Minerva must see it for herself. Her curiosity sated for the moment; her tentacles slowly extract themselves from Tik Tik’s scales. They leave behind impressions, and slick trails as Minerva finally slurps them back into her mouth and out of the kobold’s throat.
When Minerva pulls away, Tik Tik gasps, coughing and shuddering. Her body exquisitely burns with lustful heat, swallowing down the last goop left in her throat. Still, she slurps up the stuff over her cheeks greedily, her eyes settling to watch the eldritch creature as she pants for air. “W… what’s the matter?” Tik Tik asks, licking her chops. Why, oh why, did it taste so damned good? “Tired of kissing Tik Tik, huh? Thought you’d want more fuck fuck with sexy spell on you-gguyh!?
Minerva flips her upside down with a twirl of her wrist, the magic quickly spinning the kobold about. ‘I’ve had enough of your unique brand of flirting.’
Tik Tik faces the bulbous veined appendage sprouting between Minerva’s legs. She cannot close her mouth before the shaft surges past her lips and down her throat. 
With the casual air of someone managing a chore, Minerva rocks her hips, thrusting the phallic invader deep into Tik Tik’s esophagus. After all, she does her best work when pleasured, and this small lizard is so tight. ‘You make a good sleeve for Telx. He greatly enjoys marking hot and tight little orifices like yourself.’
Tik Tik’s head bobs along the tentacle cock, feeling the thing bulge her throat and thrust past her collarbone. The only sounds that rise from the eloquent kobold are the gasping glugging groans of a well-studied and powerful mage reduced to nothing but the fuck hole of an alien scholar.
Telx burrows within her again and again eagerly, oozing a bitter liquid that makes her body warm, refusing to pull out of her throat and instead plundering it effortlessly, throbbing and growing stiffer with each pump.
What an efficient fuck hole she is. The tight constrictions of her throat translate quite well into how the tiny tendrils wrap around Minerva’s clit and massage the small nub. The magical heat infesting her body soothed at the moment, Minerva levitates over to Tik Tik’s pack. Ignoring the dripping entrance of the kobold’s sex wiggling right before her eyes, she calmly searches for the ingredient her mental dive had shown her.
And here it is—a small herb, rich emerald green in color, and tiny curls of what seem like forge fire arching through its cells.
Fascinating.
A cursory glance of her magical sight and Minerva can tell it has transformative properties. Pulling out one of the gray vials, she sees the air between the two ingredients hum. They long to be together—magical soulmates. How wonderful. She has to see what they do together.
A musical gasp in her mind is Tik Tik’s only warning. Her eyes widen as the tentacle that takes up residence inside her throat suddenly bursts cups of thick and hot ooze that pours into her upside-down body, leaking out the corners of her mouth and spurting from her nostrils. Tik TIk gasps and coughs as it withdraws, too busy recovering from reacting to the gunky splooge striking her face, coating her in slimy hot whiteness. Pulse after pulse of tentacle seed paints her scales, dripping onto the ground below. This marks the place of victory where Minerva had made another into her sex toy.
Minerva moans softly and rocks her hips. Her orgasm washes over her, each wave of pleasure flowing through Telx fully transferring over into her sex. With the back of her throat closed, Minerva tosses both ingredients into her mouth, mixing them like an alchemy pot within her cheeks while slowly levitating Tik Tik back upright.
The kobold attempts a few gulping breaths, scooping as much air into her lungs as possible. Yet, as she takes the last breath to say her piece about this abuse, her eyes roll back as the many tentacles cling to her scales.