Pocket sized tentacle monster hiding in my underwear doing horny things whenever they feel like it
lucky for you, you're a quick learner. you have come to understand the quirks of behavior, the rules, that come with cohabitating with your tentacled guest.
rule 1: always slake its thirst.
it drinks your juices up greedily, milking you for more whenever one orgasm isnt enough. there's no fighting it, when it's got direct access to your clit and your holes, and about as many tentacles as there are stars in the sky. no matter where you are or what you're doing, when it's thirsty, you WILL be cumming hard. so you've learned pretty quickly how to put together a pretty solid poker face, even as it pounds a twisted braid of tentacles inside you and makes the most perverted squishing noises come out of your pussy. you're still working on not doubling over, but it's enough when you're just videoconferencing with your team. at least they cant see how your knees are shuddering closed around the frantically pumping bulge in your panties.
rule 2: when it goes dormant, do not disturb it with quick movements or loud noises.
your guest is something of a light sleeper, and extremely petty. if you wake it, either by jostling it too much or by exposing it to sudden noises, you're fucked for the next few hours. it will pinch and twist at your clit and ram mercilessly inside you, almost like a downstairs neighbor with a broom, against your cervix until it's satisfied that you get the hint. you've learned to wear noise cancelling bluetooth headphones any time you're expecting a call, just so the ringing doesn't disturb your guest. you made the mistake once of letting your manager's call go unanswered and it held you hostage, whimpering piteously against the cruel pinching on your clit and the harsh, unexpected railing, for the better part of the afternoon. you told your manager you'd been puking into the toilet, as an excuse for why you answered the call with mascara running down your reddened cheeks. you're not sure she bought it.
rule 3: don't even think about removing it.
as far as it's concerned, your hole belongs to it, and your top priority is to keep it near your hole. you're not even sure how it understands this, but if it even gets the slightest hint that you want it out of your pants, it will caress and gently suck and stroke your clit with dozens of tiny suckers until you're teetering on the brink of an excellent orgasm. and then it will keep you on that edge for as long as it deems necessary to convince you that you need it attached to your hole. it'll tease you by slipping one or two skinny tentacles in your hole and twisting and knotting them inside you-- noticeable enough to bring a moan to your lips, but not substantial enough to stimulate a full orgasm. or by gently strumming against your clit with a hundred tiny nubs, simulating the firmness and wetness of a very insistent tongue. it will hold you on the edge, keep you wet and dazed, for days or weeks. whatever it takes for it to break you of the thought that you don't need it in you constantly, forever. you've made that mistake twice. the first time, it let you cum after three tortured days. the second time, it kept you right on the edge for three agonizing months. both times, when you were allowed to cum, the orgasm was so hard and powerful you passed out. when you came to, you felt sore and used and unaware of how much time had passed. of how many times it had used your unconscious body for its own pleasure.
